Christmas Aftermath...
OK, so, this year was actually tolerable as far as the family went. My aunt made one comment about what I was wearing-again with the 7-11 comments even thought I was wearing something completely normal this year (see last year's Christmas Account). This time, however, I actually observed out loud that her comment was one of the most intolerant things I'd ever heard. She left me alone after that.
I figure, I've got enough to feel uncomfortable about these days. I don't need my aunt ripping on me anymore.
I'm starting to feel my age. Where it was once "you just haven't met the right person yet", now is being replaced by "you may never meet that person. So, get used to spoiling your nephew now and the future nieces and nephews to come." It's sad really because I really wanted to give my grandmother another great-grandchild that she can actually bond with. She didn't bond too much with my nephew because his mother is batshit insane and wouldn't let anyone hold him. My mother and I quickly decided that was unacceptable and just took him when we wanted to hold him. So, we bonded. Poor Maggie. I really don't want her turning out like my great-grandmother, smelling old and sitting in a corner not saying anything and then just fading away. So, it would have been nice to have some babies of my own for her to spoil. Oh well. i've only got 9 years of viable baby-making before my ovaries dry up...so I suppose it'll be up to my brothers.
In the grand tradition of the Cistine (wait..Sistine? ...fuck) Chapel, I've had some tattoos restored. Thank you LK!!!
God I wish I could think of something to humorously bitch about. I'm just too tired these days. I feel like I've lost some of my edge. Maybe I'm softening. Which is nice, but it sure as hell doesn't make for good writing. Or reading for that matter.
Disney on Ice. Does anybody actually go to that? And how do those people skate in those big ass costumes? And you know how I feel about the fact that they don't talk.
New Year's Eve. I am very curious to see what will happen in the New Year. I'll tell you one thing though. This exchange really sucks:
"I think 2005 went pretty well, don't you?"
Me: "Yeah, actually, I had a pretty good ye...waaaaaiiiit. I can't SAY that because if I do then I have to feel sad about how it goddamned ended. I've only had 2 months to turn things around. My cycle is completely off. Fuck."
However, I vow that 2006 is going to be a self actualizing year. My trip to London BY MYSELF is going to change me in a lot of ways.
I wonder how I'm gonna turn out.
I figure, I've got enough to feel uncomfortable about these days. I don't need my aunt ripping on me anymore.
I'm starting to feel my age. Where it was once "you just haven't met the right person yet", now is being replaced by "you may never meet that person. So, get used to spoiling your nephew now and the future nieces and nephews to come." It's sad really because I really wanted to give my grandmother another great-grandchild that she can actually bond with. She didn't bond too much with my nephew because his mother is batshit insane and wouldn't let anyone hold him. My mother and I quickly decided that was unacceptable and just took him when we wanted to hold him. So, we bonded. Poor Maggie. I really don't want her turning out like my great-grandmother, smelling old and sitting in a corner not saying anything and then just fading away. So, it would have been nice to have some babies of my own for her to spoil. Oh well. i've only got 9 years of viable baby-making before my ovaries dry up...so I suppose it'll be up to my brothers.
In the grand tradition of the Cistine (wait..Sistine? ...fuck) Chapel, I've had some tattoos restored. Thank you LK!!!
God I wish I could think of something to humorously bitch about. I'm just too tired these days. I feel like I've lost some of my edge. Maybe I'm softening. Which is nice, but it sure as hell doesn't make for good writing. Or reading for that matter.
Disney on Ice. Does anybody actually go to that? And how do those people skate in those big ass costumes? And you know how I feel about the fact that they don't talk.
New Year's Eve. I am very curious to see what will happen in the New Year. I'll tell you one thing though. This exchange really sucks:
"I think 2005 went pretty well, don't you?"
Me: "Yeah, actually, I had a pretty good ye...waaaaaiiiit. I can't SAY that because if I do then I have to feel sad about how it goddamned ended. I've only had 2 months to turn things around. My cycle is completely off. Fuck."
However, I vow that 2006 is going to be a self actualizing year. My trip to London BY MYSELF is going to change me in a lot of ways.
I wonder how I'm gonna turn out.
posted by LC Greenwood at 11:20 AM
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