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but finally today we got some snow, and i was surprised to hear people complaining about how cold it was outside. sure, it was pretty nipply, but i figured these were stern, taciturn, bring it on muthafucka type of people, and it turns out they're pretty much like people on the East Coast and have nerve sensation and everything. I called Vali up and asked if this was normal behavior, and she said indeed it was, and that we are now officially allowed to Complain About The Weather. Cool!
Pretty much the only people who didn't complain about the weather have a tendency to smoke unfiltered cigarettes, and probably if life had taken a different turn for them they would've posed for Playgirl in wool socks in front of the snow blower giving us the finger.
It's so pretty and snow-globe(y) right now. ::happysigh::
December 23rd has a cool importance for me-- when i was a rugrat it was always the 23rd that would cause all kinds of insomnia. because the 23rd is the day before Christmas Eve and this time 24 hours from now Santa will be here. In my house! and i'll get toys and everything! I can't wait! The excitement of the whole thing kept me up for hours and hours so that by xmas Eve i was out cold. Well, until 4 am when me and Sam couldn't take it anymore and woke up the whole house doing our recon sneak attacks into the living room to see if Santa had been there yet.
And Mom-- ahem, i mean, Santa-- would write us the most imaginative letters. Like how Rudolph was doing and how, when we put in the wood stove in front of the fireplace, Santa was able to get into the house when he couldn't use the chimney. i wish Mom still had those letters saved somewhere. They were the first hint i got that maybe Santa Claus wasn't real because his and Mom's handwriting were suspiciously alike. i know. i checked. ;-D and of course i've gone full circle and i completely believe in Santa Claus now. still, nothing beats the feeling that someone was in your house leaving you presents. I'd look up in the sky wondering if i could see him, and if i heard a noise on the roof-- superneat.
this xmas has been a lot more relaxed than last year's. Last year was pure comedy fodder. unfortunately. there were drunken aunts calling to berate, no one bothering to tell me that Sam wasn't coming home so i imagined all manner of traffic accidents that might've happened to brothers, way too much alcohol being consumed, and then there were people sharing WAY too much info about their sex lives. and when the subject is your Mom... i recognize Moms are sexual creatures like the rest of the planet, but i'd rather never hear Mom's gf (now wife) talk about their sex life ever again. Thank god! it's like because i have a girlfriend too i'm let in on privileged info. can i not be privy to privileged info ever again? luckily for me that kind of talk has tapered off. but of course i'm in another time zone and it's really hard to make me that uncomfortable. See, the people in my ESOL class can't understand that we really don't miss having three or four generations under one roof.
but it wasn't all bad-- Shelly may violate all of the TMI rules, but she loves my momma and that's all that matters. plus she plays the piano really well, and on Xmas eve she treated us to improv jazzy holiday tunes while we wandered around the house smoking and drinking the place down.
Hey, almost a year to the day Giuliana posted Cold. Let it never be said that Giu has impeccable timing! When a necro story was one of the highlights of your day...
Pretty much the only people who didn't complain about the weather have a tendency to smoke unfiltered cigarettes, and probably if life had taken a different turn for them they would've posed for Playgirl in wool socks in front of the snow blower giving us the finger.
It's so pretty and snow-globe(y) right now. ::happysigh::
December 23rd has a cool importance for me-- when i was a rugrat it was always the 23rd that would cause all kinds of insomnia. because the 23rd is the day before Christmas Eve and this time 24 hours from now Santa will be here. In my house! and i'll get toys and everything! I can't wait! The excitement of the whole thing kept me up for hours and hours so that by xmas Eve i was out cold. Well, until 4 am when me and Sam couldn't take it anymore and woke up the whole house doing our recon sneak attacks into the living room to see if Santa had been there yet.
And Mom-- ahem, i mean, Santa-- would write us the most imaginative letters. Like how Rudolph was doing and how, when we put in the wood stove in front of the fireplace, Santa was able to get into the house when he couldn't use the chimney. i wish Mom still had those letters saved somewhere. They were the first hint i got that maybe Santa Claus wasn't real because his and Mom's handwriting were suspiciously alike. i know. i checked. ;-D and of course i've gone full circle and i completely believe in Santa Claus now. still, nothing beats the feeling that someone was in your house leaving you presents. I'd look up in the sky wondering if i could see him, and if i heard a noise on the roof-- superneat.
this xmas has been a lot more relaxed than last year's. Last year was pure comedy fodder. unfortunately. there were drunken aunts calling to berate, no one bothering to tell me that Sam wasn't coming home so i imagined all manner of traffic accidents that might've happened to brothers, way too much alcohol being consumed, and then there were people sharing WAY too much info about their sex lives. and when the subject is your Mom... i recognize Moms are sexual creatures like the rest of the planet, but i'd rather never hear Mom's gf (now wife) talk about their sex life ever again. Thank god! it's like because i have a girlfriend too i'm let in on privileged info. can i not be privy to privileged info ever again? luckily for me that kind of talk has tapered off. but of course i'm in another time zone and it's really hard to make me that uncomfortable. See, the people in my ESOL class can't understand that we really don't miss having three or four generations under one roof.
but it wasn't all bad-- Shelly may violate all of the TMI rules, but she loves my momma and that's all that matters. plus she plays the piano really well, and on Xmas eve she treated us to improv jazzy holiday tunes while we wandered around the house smoking and drinking the place down.
Hey, almost a year to the day Giuliana posted Cold. Let it never be said that Giu has impeccable timing! When a necro story was one of the highlights of your day...
