Posts Tagged ‘christmas’

Grateful to Half Past Kissin Time for Friday Fragments… gives me something to look forward to on Fridays and.. I’ve even caught myself holding onto moments thinking “this is perfect for Friday fragments!” … oh, lazy me.

• A favorite show my son and I enjoy together is Man vs. Wild – we simply cannot pull ourselves away from it if it’s on. And N has taken to looking it up On Demand and re-watching episodes we have already seen. He’s been a huge Bear Grylls fan from the first time he saw the show. So, you would think I would have seen this one coming, but I didn’t… N says, “Mom, in case you hadn’t considered it, Bear Grylls would be a really cool step-dad!” Oh, if it were only that easy honey-bunch! He was so serious. It was hard not to laugh… I guess he thinks if he has some input in the step-dad department he might be better off.  He might be right.

• N also mentioned that he never ever wants a step-dad unless it’s someone who is nice.  Like, really nice. To me, and to him. Oh, and if they have  kid, and they are nice, then he wants them. Just like <:insert my best friends name here:> -” he would be a great step-dad!” I am starting to feel like my son is trying to marry me off!

• After the 1st of the year, I will officially have health insurance again. I am very excited!! It’s been nearly 2 years without any, and I’m supposed to be on medication for my heart so I have been worried this entire time about that, which I’m sure didn’t help the condition. It seems silly to be excited as I am about health insurance, but it really makes life so much easier. Oh  wait, or is that the little peach pills they give me? ha. Kidding. Ok, not really. Moving on…

• I wish the troll on Twitter would just stop. It’s becoming harder and harder to not lash out at her, and I really don’t want to get involved like that. I wish she would just shut.her.F ‘ing.mouth.

• I have decided once again to break out the camera. I have been feeling the urge to take pictures, it’s overwhelming to me and I cannot fight it… I enjoy photography as much as sex!  Maybe that’s too much information, but for the record… I haven’t seen any action in either department in quite some time.  I say that like it’s a good thing. Anyway, so today I get to do a photo-shoot of my sister’s future niece’s. I’m so very excited. I hope I can sneak a few good ones of N in too, while I’m at it. He has become so anti-camera in his grouchy old age of 7 that I don’t even know what to do …. I suspect, I overdid it a little the first 4 years of his life and now he is just done with being photographed for the rest of his life. I hope I’m wrong. Maybe I should, er… I mean, maybe Santa should get him a digital camera for Christmas. Maybe, just maybe…

• Speaking of Christmas, I’m extremely disappointed that it’s going to be so tight for us this year. While switching jobs, I thought I was in the clear because I wouldn’t miss a payday… what I failed to realize was that the new company I am working for is on a different pay period, even though it’s the same payday. So, long story short, I am getting paid for 1 week instead of 2 weeks like I’d planned on. On top of that, the ex is 2 months behind on child support, which he says he will have one month for me on the 20th and the other on the 23rd. Not a lot of time to get Christmas shopping done once I get that – and that’s a big IF – if it’s on time, if it’s the full amount – but, I will do what I can I suppose. I had to call the power company and the phone company today to ask to defer my bills for a week so our shit doesn’t get cut off. I hate when things get to this point, and a part of me – a huge part of me – wants to scream at my ex for it and blame him. Granted, it’s not his fault, it must be F ‘ing nice to be able to pay all of your bills and think “oh, I’ll just pay that child support later on, whenever I get around to it, no big deal” asshat. It’s making me quite the Scrooge, because if nothing else I always want my son to have good Christmases, good memories… and I was hoping this one would be okay. And maybe it will. Hopefully. Because it’s our first one, just me and him. And I have a strong and urgent need for it to be a special one for him.

• My sister is pregnant! For the first time in my life, *I* get to be the aunt. I’m so, so incredibly excited I can hardly stand it! She’s due, we guesstimated, around the end of July. I’m hoping for twins (it’s possible) like there’s no tomorrow!! It’s really a wonderful, wonderful thing… she thought she couldn’t have children because of PCOS and here she is knocked up. Thank you Jesus!

It’s Thankful Thursday, and this week I am thankful for snow.

Yes, snow.

Normally, I hate snow. When we lived in Virginia, I despised it because I was trapped at home, not knowing how to drive in it. But living in Louisiana (where snow is rare), it was a nice treat. It snowed here today!

It’s the first snow in 4 years. The last time it snowed was Christmas Day, 2004. N was two and a half, and it was my Grandpa’s last Christmas with us. We didn’t know it then, but it’s a sweet memory now.

This morning we were glued to the television, watching the pictures roll into the news channels as the snow got closer and closer to us. We were also watching the clock, wondering if the snow would get here before the bus came so they would call a snow day for our parish.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. N really wanted a snow day, but I kind of knew it wouldn’t last long (the snow, that is – it never does here) so I sent him packin’. He was happy that once it started sticking to the ground (just ever so little), they let the kids go out for a few minutes at school and enjoy the snow. Naturally, he wanted to stay out longer, but he was excited that he got to go in it at all.

Poor kid. The snow flurries started coming down, literally, as we saw the bus coming down the road (see the headlight in the background?). That was a tough moment to be his mom, because I wanted to say “forget it, stay home! snow day!”

I think I am officially deconstructing. It’s day 3. You should know “of what” by now… Day 3 of him being gone, and of my 31 day blogging streak – if we’re all lucky. (Yeah, because what would you DO with your time if I didn’t blog?)

Today was a horrific day for those who live under the same roof as me. I was a complete and total bitch, I was pissed off at the world, and I couldn’t figure out WHY. And all I wanted to do was CRY. Finally my friend pointed out to me that I was SO pms’ing. She’s right. I just wasn’t paying attention, and it freaked me out a little that I was so over the top angry. I’m sure everything else just adds to it and makes it worse, but it’s nice to know it’s generating from somewhere real, and somewhere temporary

I’m at least starting to make somewhat of an effort to distract myself from the chaos in my life (or in my head)… I took N tonight to the local church to see Santa & Mrs. Claus and get a gift. We go every year, and every year we get there ON TIME and wait in line for over an hour. Someday, I’ll get there early….,

He never ceases to amaze me. He will tell me, and everyone else all about the things he wants for Christmas. But when he sees Santa, it’s a different story, and it’s my job to listen closely…. because he always, always tells Santa something that he hasn’t told ANYONE else that he wants for Christmas. This year, he told Santa he wanted some “Thumb War Maskes” (say it with me – maskess). I have no clue what that is, but I will be googling it shortly.

I tried to wait for the kid in the background to get out of the way, but you know what? I was so incredibly sick of the kids in line BEHIND us that I just wanted to get the F out of there. Seriously. You don’t even want me to begin to share with you the things that went through my mind about THAT family for the entire hour I was in line in front of them.

So, N got to pick his own gift and he picked a 100 piece Naruto puzzle. He has loved puzzles ever since I can remember, and he’s really good at them. I’m not just saying that because I’m his mom, he’s a puzzle puttin’ together FOOL!

So anyway, after the long day of PMS, being pissed off, and dealing with the inbred family behind me.. I got a daiquiri on the way home. What the hell. Drive thru daiquiri shops are a luxury of living in southern Louisiana, and I take advantage of them from time to time. When I got home, to my delight, my sister was mixing her own White Russians… and then decided to show me how well she bartends…. her “flare”….  (which is really quite funny at this very moment, considering she just shattered a glass on the countertop…)

So now, I’m just hanging with Donna (the one throwing around the vodka bottle above) and getting some strange comments from that one guy I posted about before… and at that time, I was sure I’d never go there again. But you know what? I went into that blind. I’m well aware of what the outcome would be should I choose to go there again, and the truth of the matter is… I could use the distraction. And I might go there again. Just because I can. Or maybe that’s the “russian” in me talking

And yeah, my theme song tonight… Lose My Head by Courtney Jaye