Monday, December 31, 2007
As the ball drops...
It is time for some resolutions.
- I resolve to b*tch less. And to shut up when I need to be quiet.
- I resolve to eat less polyunsatu-not-real-food. I resolve to keep canning, freezing, growing, and farmers-market-ing food.
- I resolve to keep eating when I'm hungry, tasting when I'm curious, and focusing on my life instead of dieting.
- I resolve to keep running after my toddler. Which will make me skinny. (As skinny as I get, that is. Darn Luxembourger/Welsh genes.)
- I resolve to be happy. And do more yoga. And hug my toddler. And not get caught up in crap.
I think that these are some resolutions that I can live with.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Holiday time is here, and I feel...
provoked.
It all started when I was expecting Mark. I got a snarky note from my grandmother regarding my parents, and I responded with firm snarkiness. (Snark deserves snark, IMHO.) Well, I didn't realize that I was supposed to read the initial snark and like it, too-- so my grandmother didn't talk to my father for a few months. And she wrote me an icy note about how we would never again exchange Christmas gifts. (Oh, if I could only be so lucky. This is the woman who-- three years ago!-- gave me Holly Hobby potholders with the 25-cent rummage sale tags still attached.)
I knew that if I didn't give gifts last year, I'd start another international incident. So, I sent gifts with Mark's name attached. And-- as I expected, we recieved gifts.
Then tonight rolls around. I got a message from my aunt. Saying that my grandmother, on her fixed income, spent nearly $200 on shipping for gifts.
Why is this my problem? Am I supposed to feel... grateful? Guilty?
Umm... I feel irritated. These are the folks who, when I paid for plane tickets, a rental car, and gas for the rental car out to the Midwest, then expected me to drive hours out of my way to pick up their Christmas gifts for them. (You heard it right! I dropped over a grand on my travel expenses and then am supposed to alter my plans to save them $100 in shipping fees.) And then were incensed enough to make up a huge story about how I refused to take my grandmother out for the holiday after she asked me to. (Not the question I was asked.)
I think they are looking for some drama. And I nearly bit. I decided to let it fly here, though.
I feel better now. Doggone, this is cheap therapy.
It all started when I was expecting Mark. I got a snarky note from my grandmother regarding my parents, and I responded with firm snarkiness. (Snark deserves snark, IMHO.) Well, I didn't realize that I was supposed to read the initial snark and like it, too-- so my grandmother didn't talk to my father for a few months. And she wrote me an icy note about how we would never again exchange Christmas gifts. (Oh, if I could only be so lucky. This is the woman who-- three years ago!-- gave me Holly Hobby potholders with the 25-cent rummage sale tags still attached.)
I knew that if I didn't give gifts last year, I'd start another international incident. So, I sent gifts with Mark's name attached. And-- as I expected, we recieved gifts.
Then tonight rolls around. I got a message from my aunt. Saying that my grandmother, on her fixed income, spent nearly $200 on shipping for gifts.
Why is this my problem? Am I supposed to feel... grateful? Guilty?
Umm... I feel irritated. These are the folks who, when I paid for plane tickets, a rental car, and gas for the rental car out to the Midwest, then expected me to drive hours out of my way to pick up their Christmas gifts for them. (You heard it right! I dropped over a grand on my travel expenses and then am supposed to alter my plans to save them $100 in shipping fees.) And then were incensed enough to make up a huge story about how I refused to take my grandmother out for the holiday after she asked me to. (Not the question I was asked.)
I think they are looking for some drama. And I nearly bit. I decided to let it fly here, though.
I feel better now. Doggone, this is cheap therapy.
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