Monday, December 31, 2007

2008 Resolution

I resolve not to make any New Year's resolutions.

Danm. So much for that.

Sunday, December 30, 2007


I am slowing removing ornaments from my tree. My tree did look nice this year (although picture sucks), surprising since the mood I was in was less than festive. But it needs to come down. Big tree + Small house = Does Not Work. I really tried to keep it displayed until after New Year's, but I am really having a hard time with it twinkling happily. Today, it just seems to be mocking me. So, it's time to dismantle. My nod to Christianity (my antique creche) is safely ensconced in bubble-wrap.

Funny story about the creche...My parents bought it for my first Christmas (their second). Very rustic, very tastefully done. Probably a dime-a dozen back in the early Sixties, but now it is a special part of my life. Anyway, my mom was a chronic Deck The Haller. If she could have a decorated tree in every room of the house, she would have. The only reason the house outside wasn't as heavily decorated was Mom didn't want Dad taking a chance falling off the roof.

Okay, back to the creche' (hang around here long enough, and you will discover I am the queen of digressing without aid of a segue.) Every year, my Mom would put out the creche, then top the roof with sheets of cotton, then finish off with a sprinkling of Ivory Soap flakes and a small string of white lights.

Finally, years later, my Dad pointed out, "Christ was born in the desert, wasn't he? So why the snow?" My Dad wasn't being a smart-ass...okay, he was. But, that is what I like about my dad.

The other day, my youngest was telling me that she used to take her fingers and pretend she was walking up the stairs of the manger.

So did I, when I was her age.

I know who I will be passing the creche on to in the future.

Blogger Virgin

Well, not a virgin to blogging, just one here. This is my first Blogger post. Unless I created one here in the past after too much wine and loneliness. Where was my other blog, you ask?

Okay, I had a MySpace account. And, yes, I was sober.

Forty-something, and I had a MySpace account. I blame it on my kids. I told them if they wanted one, I would have one, too, to keep an eye on things. It didn't take me long before I discovered a horrible fact about my children.

Neither one of them can spell worth a damn. I pointed this fact out to them one day. My oldest explained to me, "Silly one actually reads anything on MySpace!"

All that time, putting cute little gifs and jpegs and pithy little sayings onto my profile to show that I could be cool, yet aloof, carefully picking out the perfect background that wouldn't clash with my font colors, so not to cause the viewer an epileptic seizure. Making sure my profile picture was taken at such an angle that my double chin would almost appear non-existent. Almost. There is only so much forced-perspective can do...

Why the change? The approaching New Year? The recent loss of my mom? The fact that I have a secret ME complex? Blogging is cheaper than therapy?

Anyway, my Blogger cherry has been popped. Or maybe it was already, I mean there was that drunk and lonely night...