Last.

Last post of 2010.  I can't say I'll miss it.  I love new beginnings.

Oh, and to follower Jason, I haven't forgotten about you!  Originally the "prize" was going to be an Ornament.  But then I realized you don't celebrate Christmas and have no tree to hang the ornament on.  Then I thought, well I'll send him an ornament anyway...he could hang it from the ceiling or his earlobe?  But, I have since come to my senses and decided on something else entirely.  I suspect I'll get it into the mail early next week.  Yahoo!

 In other news....

Today I'm not a fan of teenagers.  I think my son must be going through the equivalent of pms, because he's a real bitch.  He's moody and bitchy and he wants wants wants and when things don't go his way he gets so grrr.  He's usually not like this.  He got a new girlfriend, who I like a lot, and I guess that just turns a teenager into a raging fucking ass.  One more year and he ventures off into the Air Force though.  If he hasn't calmed down by then, I'm sure the Air Force will whip him into shape.

I've been working with Magnum for the past few weeks.  Let me just say, I love it.  I love the job.  I love the atmosphere.  I think he actually likes having me there.  If only we could talk the boss into hiring me full time.  That would make my new years dream come true!!!

I have no big plans for New Year's Eve.  Next year though, bet your ass I will.  Why?  Because I will be in St. Louis.  Yeah, baby.

And that's all I got for now.  Kinda boring, I know.  O, well.  Spank me later, New Girl.  Ha!

Christmas.

So, here's my anti Christian rant.  I see EVERYWHERE people posting signs and and making their social networking status say "Jesus is the reason for the season" or something similar.  I read someones facebook that were literally ranting about how Christmas should be about Jesus and blah blah blah. 

Yo, Christian hypocrites and the like!  Jesus wasn't born on December 25th.  Dude.  Relax.  Christmas became Christmas because our christian forefathers tried to force their beliefs into places that it wasn't.  Go here, if you want to read more.

Ok, enough about that.

I think I'm getting old, because Christmas doesn't feel like Christmas to me, at all this year.  I'm not excited about it.  My tree is so so.  (Granted it's cute as hell, but I didn't put my heart into it.)  I don't know what it is.  I'm just blah about it.  And, tomorrow is Christmas Eve.  I'm sure once I get the house cleaned and neat and the gifts all wrapped, when people arrive tomorrow night, I'll feel some holiday cheer. 

I'm gonna start getting excited about my summer visit to St. Louis tho.  Whoot.

And now I have to go take cookies to JDRW's school for his Christmas Party.  They are pretty dang cute tho.  

GirlCrazy.

OMG, I am soooo girl crazy right now.  It's sooooooo bad.  I swear, if I thought I'd get it, I'd ask for TJ for Christmas.  Magnum could fly her out for a week or so.  She has this bottom lip....o, boy.  And her hands, her fingers, are just...hmmmm...cute.  And she has this incredible smile.  And she smells so delicious.  I'm braver now than I used to be...maybe this time I won't just giggle and hive out.  :)

Sweet Jesus.

Sweet Jesus.  A while back I blogged about the girl from The Sing Off. 

Yeah, she is simply the MOST PERFECT thing ever.  OMG.  I swear I'd trade my left kidney for her.  Her mouth is amazing.  Sweet Jesus.

:(

I'm sad.  It sucks.  That's all.

Crave.

I just want to be in your presence.  I don't want to do anything.  I just want to be near you.  My soul craves you. 

WeeWeeWee!

Holy Macaroni & Cheese.

I'm all kinds of crazy right now.  Frantically thinking, excitedly nervous, wanting to run through the house screaming.

Why?

Because I have an interview tomorrow as an Editorial Assitant at a local newspaper.  OMG. 

Sunny beaches.

I'm in that state of mind right now where I just don't even know what to do with myself.  Pick out my outfit?  Try to figure out a way to tame the phro for an interview?  Jump up and down and squeal like a little piggy?

Wow.  Editorial Assistant. 

When I told Magnum about the phone conversation I had with the editor, he laughed.  Because the woman was like, "Are you familiar with social media?"  REALLY?  And she was like, "Are you a blogger?"  HA!  And, she said the job would entail a lot of proofreading.  WOW!    I proofread even when I'm not being paid to do it.  It's an obsession.   I don't think anyone has ever described a job that fits me as well as this one.  The editor and I talked on the phone for 20 minutes. 

I think I need a drink.  :)

Holy Crow....I have to go do something besides sit here and freak the freak out.

NoNoNo.

No news is good news, right?  Cuz I aint got much.

No snow.  Bah.  No Christmas tree.   No chocolate.  :(  No job. 

No girlfriend, but if the girl on The Sing Off right now would give me her number...I'd let her be my girl.  DAMMIT. Her name is Courtney Jensen.  Magnum says "Of course you love her she looks just like TJ."  And I definitely (that is the hardest word for me to spell...for real...it took me like 17 tries) love me some TJ. 

No polish on my toes for a few months now...it's symbolic of my mood as of late.

No hair.  Wait...lots of hair, just all on top of my head.  It's growing out but not really down.  I have a big ol' white girl phro.

No news maybe isn't such good news? 

WhatsThePoint?

I'm Christmas cleaning...rearranging to make room for our Christmas tree.  And I'm at that point. Where exactly is that point?  It's that point in the middle...'between wow that corner looks great but now there are all of these little piles of odds and ends', (dust bunnies, papers, ornaments found under the heating register from last Christmas, tinsel strands, tiny balls that the kids roll across the floor and they end up under the couch only to be reclaimed when the couch gets moved for rearrangement), and 'finished'.  That's an odd paragraph, so feel free to read it again if you need to, so that's it's clear.

When I lived with my favorite ex, Ney, I would get to that point, and then she'd come in and sort through my little piles and take care of them for me.  As a matter of fact, when Magnum's around and I get to this point I always say, "I need Ney." 

The other day, I was listening to some CD's she burned for me, and I was overcome with such...there's a word here...why don't you fill it in and I'll just keep going...and I missed her.  Like MISSED her.  Like thought for a second she and I could get together again and be really really happy.  (Shut up Ney...you love me, you KNOW you do.)

Anyway...so here I am, at that point in the middle.  But the corner sure does look nice & shiny.

Pickin&Dustin.

There are some mornings when I just stand in my dining room.  Not really doing anything.  Just stand there.  Today Magnum was still home, and I was just standing there.  He asked what I was doing just standing there.  It snapped me out of my trance.  I was like "Oh, I do that sometimes."  Hahaha.  It was funny.  Guess you had to be there.

Last night we drove through McDonald's and Magnum was supposed to order a large order of fries.  But when he ordered he said "an order of large fries".  It had me laughing so hard.  Like he was going to get an order of big ole fries.  Again, guess you had to be there.

Today is one of those days when I wake up and feel like UGH.  I don't like.  I just can't seem to get ahead.  And I think I'm ahead, and then I realize I'm just farther behind.  Grrrr.

I'm surprised I don't have an ulcer.  Or a heart attack.

Of course, in true Me style, I'll pick myself up and dust myself off, and get back into the game.  I HAVE to.  Because if I don't...who will?

In other news...JDRW came home yesterday and said "Mom, Mrs. A (his teacher) has a baby in her belly!!  I thought she just had too much turkey on Thanksgiving, but nope...she's got a baby in her belly."    Cute huh?  The funny thing is, last month we went to an open house and I told Magnum I thought she was pregnant.  She wasn't really showing, but she had a little pooch of a belly.  I guess my Pregdar is pretty good!

Ok, it's time to get to pickin' up and dustin' off. 

LameDecember.

I have been hearing over and over about the Lame Duck Congress?  I had to look it up.  It's such a stupid name.  Couldn't we come up with something better?

It's raining here.  On December 1st and we have rain.  Lots and lots of rain.  I wish it was snow.  But you can't have snow when it's 60 degrees outside.  In December.  In upstate NY.  What? 

I've been thinking I need a blog that's about something besides life.  :)  Something instructional.  Something with a purpose besides whining!  :)  Something I can share with more people.  Something I can refer people to, as a representation of my writing.  Something.  I know a lot of stuff about a lot of different stuff. 

Tomorrow I start my Christmas cards.  Yes, normally I would have started them already, but I'm waiting for an item from Stampin' Up, to make my cards.

We don't put our tree up until the first snow in December.  There's no snow in the forecast for a while.  Ugh.

And, on that happy note...this rainy weather makes me sleepy...so I'm gonna go get up on a lil' nap.  Nite.