Christmas Haul

So, this year was not so bad. The snow outside made it really feel like Christmas. My British mother was too afraid to go out in it. Her years in Houston have made her a weather wuss. I ended up sliding over to First Chinese BBQ and we dined on duck. I'm not complaining. That darn duck is so good, you will suck it off the bones.

Anyway, the presents came in fast and furious.

Mom gave me:
A bunch of cash
The book Kitty Wigs. ITS FABULOUS. I had written her 3 months ago that if she loved me she would get me it for Christmas. I guess she got the memo.
Tickets to a couple of shows at the Dallas Theater Center

My sister gave me:
A painting of my kitty cat Penny she did from a photo. Its so sweet. Its my favorite picture of Penny (aka Grand Master P). I need to get it framed.

My dad gave me:
A gift card to jcrew. Wasn't expecting that. Even on sale, I only got a dress and a shirt.

My friend Cherry gave me:
A kitten calendar (does anyone else see a theme here?)
A great pair of earrings
A wonderful smelly candle

Not bad. I'll take it.

So, I think this was what I needed. One more week and the year is done.

Roller coaster ride

I was having lunch with a friend today, and they reminded me of something I had told them this summer. I had said how much I loved my life. I went on about how great it was.

How can six months make such a difference?

I guess he brought it up because I just kept saying how I wanted this year to be over and how bad it was. The last two months have just been hard. And lately I've just been thinking.

Is this the life I want. Do I want to be married to my job? Do I want kids? Ok, I know the answer to that one, but I don't appear in anyway to be trying to get there.

I get all moody and down.

And then Violet comes up and crawls into my lap for a cuddle.

Really, this year hasn't been so bad. I need to get over the bad stuff and move on. Good things are about.

Getting Into the Holidays

Even though I don't have a single decoration up in my house nor the slightest thought of putting them up anytime in the near future, the rest of the world has gone whole hog into the holiday spirit. This includes my office. We had our holiday happy hour last night, and today my little group has our holiday luncheon.

I was good and went out Wednesday night to buy my Dirty Santa gift. I don't want to be banished for bad gift giving. So, I did what everyone else does: go to Goody Goody or Siegels and buy $20 worth of liquor. I am not quite sure what that says about my job that all of us give and get liquor at the holidays.

My first year, I got a bottle of red wine. I only noticed after the fact that a note was written on it "To Bill, happy holidays xxxx". Regifting is not very holidayish of people. I felt bad for the bottle of wine and drank it.

The next year I got a bottle of Asti. I'm just not even gonna comment on that one.

The next year I got a picture frame. Someone did not get the "only bring liquor" memo.

So, I've had two off years. I think if the universe is fair, I should be unwrapping a nice bottle of Gray Goose at about noon.

My stupid mouth

Well, how a week changes everything. I have started this blog about 4 times, and I had to close out after 2 or 3 sentences. It's my head. I've been angry, and what I've written could be taken the wrong way. Even though this is my blog, I have to think of other people. So, I actually started a journal, and I'm writing it down on paper with a pen. So old school and retro. But I can say what I want and its mine.

I lost a good friend this week. My head has finally wrapped around it. I was discussing it this afternoon, and I realized, that I was in a good place. I think the anger is gone. I realize that it might come back, but overall spending the weekend taking care of myself has helped.

In a nutshell, I lost Heather. She was a good girl. I appreciated her as I felt she appreciated me. I would tell her some of the idiot things I have done, and she wouldn't judge. And I knew, if anyone ever hurt me, she would be one of the first ones to kick their ass.

I was trying to remember the last conversation I had with her. Was it about our lives and our futures? No. Was it about her son? No. Was it about my job? No.

It was about oral sex. Seriously, I think one of the last things I ever said to her was "He was sleeping with about 5-10 women and living a certain lifestyle, and I didn't want that lifestyle in my mouth." Seriously, besides saying goodbye and forcing a cupcake on her, that was the last real thing I said.

I gave her a laugh. It wasn't anything deep, but in my very unclassy way, I made her smile. I'm good with that.