A New Year’s Request

I’m seeing all the Facebook, Insta, and other social media posts about how everyone is grateful 2023 is over. I totally get that sentiment. Shit went sideways this year, as it does every year. There was Maui, and Hamas/Palestine/Israel, gutter politics, loss and more. But while I’m looking forward to 2024, it’s not because I’m glad 2023 is over. While 2023 sucked at times, there were also positives that I don’t want to forget too soon. New family members, trips of a lifetime, moving from Delaware and living with mom while we plan on a permanent move, house hunting while a pain has been fun… I don’t want to lump those good events with the shitty ones. If I wish for 2023 to be over, than I’m being ungrateful for the wonderful events that occurred this year. I don’t want to be that person who can’t see the trees for the forest and this is my new year’s resolution. To be acknowledge the shit but enjoy the positives. My new years request for you is that you have peace and can do the same.

Thanksgiving

This is a really late post about Thanksgiving. It was a fabulous day. First, I was off work. That was glorious in itself. Then for lunch, we went to Buca di Beppo. At Buca, there is an option for a traditional turkey dinner and Italian dishes. If you don’t know, Buca is a family style restaurant. So, we ordered a massive amount of food. We ordered the traditional dinner which mom and Justin ate, I ate a little of it, but then we also ordered spaghetti for Justin and a cheese manicotti for me. Oh, and Justin ordered an entire bottle of wine. IT WAS SO MUCH FOOD. We had so many leftovers, I think it fed us like four or five more meals!

After lunch, we went back home, and I took a nap because I was in a food coma. I curled up in my chair and fell asleep and ignored the world for a couple of hours.

Then, we went to my friend’s house. They are more like family, so I often call them my cousins when talking with other people. Just makes it easier than explaining that they are cousins to my cousins on the other side of their family. They were so gracious to invite us over. Since it was just the three of us, me, mom, and Justin, it was nice to get to spend the day with our extended family. BUT the absolute best part of the day was that I got to hold a wee infant. She was so sweet. I got to hold her, and she was fussy but would keep falling back asleep as long as I kept patting her bottom while holding her in my arms. My arm was so sore on Friday from constant bottom patting. I’m still smiling from that day and can’t wait till I can hold her again.

Where’s the Keys

Have a funny story from last night. Well, it’s funny now.

We were helping my cousin pack and move last night. She drove the U-Haul by herself and parked. We pulled in and then two men she hired for help showed up. When we first got there we were looking at a freezer and figuring out how to get the water and ice out. Her hands were full so she handed me something to put in my pocket so she could focus on the freezer. We packed many boxes and bags, carried out loads of furniture and completely filled the truck. We were all exhausted when we were finished. We went outside to close up the truck and I went and sat in the car to get warm. Damn it was cold last night. They stood around the truck and went back inside. I remained in the car with my seatbelt buckled. Then mom and Justin came outside and went back in. Then she came back out with a flashlight. My phone was on sleep because it was past my bedtime. I happened to check my texts and Justin asked if I knew where she put the keys. I said no. How would I know where the keys were? More inside and outside and I figure out they’re searching for something. Then mom texts me and asks if I know where the keys are. Again, no, why would I know? I went back to my phone and had a niggling. Tracy had handed me something three hours earlier. I dig in my pocket and get this huge octagon shaped plastic thing. What the hell, is that. Suddenly, I see the key dangling from it. I jump out of the car and start running towards the house screaming I got it!! Justin had locked the door so the car starts honking and flashing lights as I’m still running towards the house. I felt so bad. Here they looked for at least 15 minutes and I had the keys the whole time. But I stand by my original thought, why the hell would I have the key?!

Overheard

Today, I wore my velour ho ho kitty cat red and green leggings. I also had on a red and white winter hoodie. And I can’t forget to mention my sneakers that are red plaid with white snowflakes. We ran into Kroger to pick up a few things. While I forlornly stared at the coffee (they only had one box of what I wanted) I heard “She’s got a style I wish I could pull off.” Then I heard Justin say something and laugh. When I asked what he was laughing at he said she liked my outfit. OH! And I had my Christmas purse so it was a full outfit. I felt so warm after I realized she was talking about me. I was just wearing what makes me happy and someone else noticed and wanted to be happy too. Anyway, it meant a lot and I’ve been smiling all day.

Memories

Ran across this box of VHS-C tapes and cassette tapes. Takes me back to a time when we would record our memories on something other than a phone. Most of these are from the early 80s and I only know what a few have on them. There is a recording of me singing On Top of Spaghetti. A song I learned in preschool. I’m sure there’s more on that cassette, but that’s the only one I remember. Christmas morning 1983. I’d love to listen to that one again. A Christmas play recording for me to practice against from first or second grade. I need to find a service to transfer all these to a digital file. Someone said that there’s way to do this at the library. I’ll need to look into that. Free is always better.

A little support goes a long way

My nails are a mess. They’re weak, they’re brittle, they split and break easily. I paint, bead and embroider so I am constantly beating up my nails. Over the weekend my husband encouraged me to get my nails done. I’ve always wanted to get my nails done. I’ve only had a pedicure a handful of times and an actual manicure like three times. But I’ve never had anything like acrylic nails.
Justin did all the research. He looked for a highly recommended salon on Yelp. He looked up the different offerings and helped me decide which would best suit me as a first timer. I made the call, but he literally did the rest. He even drove me to the shop and offered to go in with me to start. He helped me pick out a very lovely fall orange color. We had decided to do a dip since it is supposed to strengthen your natural nails. When he saw how nervous I was he decided to sit there the ENTIRE time. He kept me company, chatted with me and the technician. Sometimes, especially when I’m nervous, I have problems understanding / following instructions. He even helped me with that. It seems like a such a small thing, to spend 50 minutes with your wife while she gets her nails done. But honestly, it felt huge. I was so appreciative. Now I mostly know what to expect and I can go by myself the next time. I never would have taken that first step without him. Just that little support made all the difference in the world.

Fall Love

We’re a month into fall now, and it’s been fabulous so far. I love the fall. From the first of September I start celebrating spooky season. My Halloween clothes come out. I start decorating. I start eating candy… well, that never really stops. The joy that spooky season brings to people brings joy to me. I love seeing everyone’s decor and costumes. Though, I do get pissed at those people who poo-poo on others for wanting to skip to Christmas. Everyone should be able to celebrate what they want when they want without others shitting all over their fun.
Which brings me to November 1. Halloween goes away and Christmas comes out. I love Christmas. I love buying gifts for others, though not as big a fan of wrapping them. I love decorating. I enjoy bringing out all the decorations that I’ve bought over the years, as well as digging out the decorations from my mom and grandma, and in some cases my great grandma. I love the generations that can be celebrated. And this chubby little chick loves the food. I don’t usually start the baking till late December, but we make fudge and cookies and chocolate pie and anything else I can think of to make.
I love Halloween movies and I love Christmas movies, and for this reason I really enjoy the Nightmare Before Christmas. You get the best of both worlds. Also, for the record, to me Die Hard is a Christmas movie. This year I even bought a Die Hard advent calendar where each day a wee Hans Gruber falls a little further down Nakatomi Plaza. I won’t argue with those who don’t agree with me as long as they don’t try to take away my fun. Then we have a problem. Either I’ll be angry or more likely my feelings will be hurt.
Once again, this blog post has rambled through my brain and is now on the computer for eternity, as nothing disappears on the internet. Talk soon.