Nutty

Positively Grinchy

We got quite a bit of snow in the last 3 days! Most of my life a White Christmas was something that only happened on TV, well or the movies but you got my drift (bad pun, bad pun), and even after I moved here it was not that often that we got snow on the days before or around Christmas. Today there is no doubt we will have a very White Christmas by Wednesday.

It would be nice to have some of that Christmas spirit to go with it but I am afraid mine is still looking for me like a lost child in a Mall somewhere south of here.

We don’t go crazy with decorations around the house but He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed always makes sure we have a good size tree, one that takes advantage of our cathedral ceilings. Every year goes more or less the same way, does not matter if we go cut our own or just to a place to pick already cut ones: He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed says” Go choose which you want”, so I look around and choose a nice, not too fat, not to tall one, and he looks at it and says” You don’t want that one, is too small!” so we look some more and grab a big tree, maybe nothing to make the one at Rockefeller Center feel bad but still a sizable tree.

Instead of a nice Christmas spirit I found myself hostage to a nasty cold, one that includes a tiresome dry cough and a nose that could put Niagara Falls to shame. Last night no one got much sleep. He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed sleeps lightly and often will ask me if I called him, honestly, I was just moaning but even the dogs got restless with my tossing and turning, coughing and moaning routine.

I have a small, errr make it medium size Nutcracker army and a growing one of snowmen. This year the snowmen are on our mantle and the nutty men on our shallow shelves at the kitchen eating area. I keep looking at them and hoping the spirit will catch me but so far it did not happen. But I still have hope I will not be feeling so Grinchy in a couple of days!

Winter Wonderland

If you have a nice fireplace and the remote why bother with outside?

Curious George

This little fella is the newest addition to my small army of snowman. He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed got him last saturday, usually I don't name the snowmen, but somehow George needed a name, so we decided to use the store owner's name, he is a nice guy just like George here!

I do realize George is not a popular name now, but alas I never gone political on this blog and I am not about to start now, anyways this guy here does not look like Obama!

Honestly when we first thought about choosing George, the name being a result of where he was bought and the other reference to the children's book about a monkey were the only things that came to my mind. Later I thought about the headmaster from my high school years, but there is not even a dash of resemblance there and he was a Georges with an s at the end.

So cheers to this jolly fella, may he be happy amongst his chubby friends.

Blog Abandonment ends here

I needed time away to be able to lick my wounds in privacy. Sharing sometimes helps on the healing process and yet I was not ready for that. I can do with the forgiving but the forgetting will take a whole lot more time. That said I also discovered that now there is something called slow blogging, much the same way as slow food goes, meaning it is not because we are a bit too lazy to write something funny or witty, it is because we are adhering to a whole new trend. We take weeks to come up with something and we still get to look cool? How fun is that?

Plenty.

Since I have no desire to get all proustian and go in search of the time lost I decided to concentrate my attention on an American right: The pursue of Gorgeousness, well I know it was supposed to be Happiness but alas I will just trust that the second will come (even if temporary) right along when the first is acquired.

 Did you guess I have a party next weekend? Yes, sir, I sure do.

Thanks to my Special K friend now I even have a dress for said party, I must say it took a serious amount of looking to find something that fit reasonably well for an agreeable price. Special K being such a fantastic friend she even got me the shoes to go with the dress. Let me tell you how I love thee shoes. They are the prettiest, sexiest shoes I had in a long time. I did have a pair, bought for my school reunion that was pretty sweet, pointy little ones in very light grey suede. Now they live somewhere in Minnesota and hopefully they are making a niece happy. Actually the dress bought for that reunion is now in Rio and might make another niece happy at some party.

I am very thankful this week to be off Turkey duty, again was Special K doing, since she invited us to her house for Thanksgiving, her husband is the one with turkey on his hands, but I already had proof that he is a very good chef so I expect nothing less than a wonderful moist bird. All I need to make is a pumpkin pie and some lumpy cranberry sauce (special K is very particular about all things lumpy, she cannot stand them but He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed is also very particular about avoiding food stuff from cans so I will bring the one he likes and she will get her unlumpy one from a can). All in all everybody should be happy and of course thankful.

I cannot forget my very first Thanksgiving in this country, sure because we don’t have such a holiday where I come from or in any other countries where I lived so far. Suffice to say the experience can be called Turkey Spa Day, and involved a frozen turkey by Thanksgiving morning, a whole day turning the bird around in the bathtub in order to make it defrost in record time. Never done one before I did not realize I needed to get a fresh bird or get the frozen one earlier and let it thaw. It was close to midnight by the time the bird was roasted and we could sit for our very late Thanksgiving dinner. I think I even have pictures of it somewhere.

Looking back I do think I have many reasons to celebrate a couple of weeks back and even more reasons to be thankful today.

just sad

I am beyond upset. I am feeling stupid and somehow redundant. I never thought life is perfect but I truly believe mine was not that bad.

I had always refrain from writing anything here when I was not feeling good, well sometimes I would post something about a bad cold, or a not so good day but mostly I filter my emotions and try to keep my blog light.

Today I feel quite different about it.

I am hurt and for once I don’t know how to deal with it. It crossed my mind calling one of my dear best friends and ask for their help. Ask them to make me feel better. I do know they both are capable of cheering me up but somehow if I do call them I would have to say stuff that right now I am not comfortable to say. Because it would mean I have to admit being wrong, or worse than that to admit I do not have what I thought I did.

I wish I could do what he does, just ignore it, just pretend nothing happened. Just pretend it does not change anything.

Unfortunately he does not believe in saying “I am sorry”, he probably does not even think he needs to say it.

If you take someone for granted it stops you from making the effort to be nice.  It also stops you for saying “I am sorry” when you are not nice.

I always have been big about celebrating special occasions. Next Monday it will be 8 years since I move here.

Now I found myself wondering if there is anything to celebrate about it?

Playdate

The day has been cloudy and not ideal for pictures but I could not resist!