| Current mood: | sore |
| Current music: | 'Garden State' Soundtrack |
...when it comes to December, it’s obvious why...
I spent a nice quiet Thanksgiving with my mom, bro’s now ex-girlfriend Melissa (that’s Melissa of the Gavin Degraw concerts), and my nephew Zachary. It was good food, good company, and peace and quiet, so it doesn’t get much better than that. There’s nothing really interesting to report, other than us watching ‘Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkahban’ twice, at Zach’s request. I have fully come to the belief that the less family members you spend Thanksgiving with, the better the day.
The day after Turkey Day, I drove to Indiana to visit friend Christine from college. She’s truly my closest friend lately, and I really miss spending time with her so often. She was my one excellent roommate, so you know that means we get along. We went and saw ‘Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason’, which we both thought was really good, despite what the critics thought. I think the funniest thing about the movie was not the actual movie itself, but the three 40something women sitting a few rows in front of us at the theater. When they laughed at something in the movie, which was quite often, they cracked up, and that cracked me up.
We spent Saturday afternoon shopping at what will forever be Southlake Mall (even though they changed the name, Southlake 4 lyfe!). It was pretty crowded at the mall on Saturday, but I doubt anywhere near as crowded as on Friday. One thing that bugged me, and really pissed Christine off, was the inconsiderate people that would bump into you and not say ‘excuse me’. What ever happened to manners? I guess a lot of parents aren’t raising their kids to have any now-a-days, and it’s not surprising that the kids don’t have any when the parents are just as ignorant. I think Christine was seriously getting to the point where she wanted to trip people ‘accidentally’ (i.e. on purpose) just because they were being such a**holes.
I have to say that one of the best things we did was go to Olive Garden for dinner on Saturday. I literally hadn’t been to an Olive Garden in years, so I’d forgotten just how good the food was. Good God, it was good. I must remember to visit their fine facilities more often to remind myself.
Sunday we ended up running to a couple of stores and just mostly hanging out. It was funny to me, because Christine kept asking me all weekend ‘Did you want to go out or do anything?’ I’d just reply to her, ‘I came to hang out with you, honey. I don’t care if we do anything.’ You know that’s a mark of a good friendship when you can just spend time with someone and not really do anything special.
So, this is my week off of work. It started of f pretty unproductively, with me being lazy most of Monday. Yesterday, I had enough of a work out to last for the whole freakin’ rest of the week. I had decided quite some time ago that I wanted to tear the carpeting out of my room, because, frankly, it was crap. I planned to do this on my week off because I figured it would be a lot of work getting all the stuff out of my room, tearing out the carpeting, then moving my bigger furniture around my tiny room. I was not wrong. Today, I have muscles hurting that I didn’t even know I had. It figures, the one night when I need some Tylenol PM to help me sleep, I don’t take it. I went to bed at about 11 last night totally exhausted. And I’m still not done! I have crap laying in the living room that I have no idea where to put. While I was cleaning everything out of my room yesterday, I just kept asking myself ‘where did I get all of this sh*t?’ My mom had to laugh, because she asks me the same thing all the time. Yes, yesterday was truly her moment of shining glory, when all her nagging about me having too much stuff and needing to get rid of some of it came to fruition. The sad thing is, I still have most of it. I don’t know why I have such a hard time parting with stuff, but I do. This would be okay if I lived in my own place, or even had a bigger bedroom. Unfortunately, I have a tiny room.
Today, I am sore as hell and woke up without any water in the house. Great. I’m sure it has something to do with the snow we had yesterday, but God only really knows. Our mobile home park seems to take great delight in shutting off the water at the drop of a hat, never giving us any notice. Yet another reason I really do not like living here. Yes, I’ll even go so far as to say I hate living here, although I am thankful to have a home at all. I just have to keep reminding myself of that. I could be living in my Honda Civic.
Book Recommendations:
This is more of an author recommendation, but while I was cleaning my room yesterday, I came across several of the books I have by author Karen Hesse. Now, she writes what would be considered Juvenile or Young Adult literature, but that doesn’t matter. She’s a riveting storyteller and writes about relevant topics. Some of her books to check out are: Out of the Dust, Witness,, and Phoenix Rising.
CD Recommendations:
Just one today, and it’s in the holiday spirit...
Barenaked Ladies, Barenaked for the Holidays
The title really says it all... wouldn’t you like to be bare naked for the holidays?
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