There she is. That's our lovely Costco prelit Christmas tree. Her name is Silvia. We actually put it up yesterday. And yes, that is a santa hat on top. Who says you have to put an angel up there? There's another silly rule imposed on everyone. I don't like those, I think we all know that by now. I challenge them. I don't do it intentionally. It's not like I sit around pondering all the silly imposed societal rules and decide which ones I find acceptable and which ones need to be challenged. No. I just tend to go against the grain by nature. I've always been like that. Naturally resistant.
Here's a story. When I was a baby/toddler or whatever, my mom tried to get me to give up my bottle. I didn't want to do it, of course. So she tried telling me that I'm a big girl now and big girls don't need bottles anymore. Like I'm falling for that one...psha. My response to her ridiculous attempt was to guzzle my bottle as fast as I could. I sat in my rocking chair, tilted my head back, and sucked it down without even a break. As I was doing this, my mom was telling me not to and that I was going to make myself sick. Since when did I ever listen to her? NEVER! I did it anyway, of course. I promptly finished the bottle, then vomitted all over myself and my favorite rocking chair. Well....that pissed me off for sure. My mom, being the wise mom she was, sat there (probably snickering under her breath) and watched as I got severely pissed off. Then, I got up and stomped my way into the kitchen. I approached the kitchen cabinet under the sink, grabbed the knob, which was right at eye level, pulled the door open, and with the force of a thousand tiny little Salinas slam dunked that stupid bottle into its final resting place, the trash. I showed that bitch who was boss and the boss was NOT my mom.
My parents always told me that they could have predicted my personality the moment I left the womb. I was breech and refused to turn, forcing an emergency C-Section. Kiss my...what? Yup, that's me, bare ass and all. Can you handle it?
Nook Update (nook as in corner of a room or a small recess or a secluded or sheltered spot)
Yes, I'm using my nook. It works! It's amazing. I was feeling down the other day and I grabbed my favorite quilt, my favorite dog, my favorite hot tea, and my book (Persuasion), curled up in my favorite comfy chair next to my favorite lamp and read about 35 pages. 35 pages of Jane Austen's Anne Elliot is quite a lot actually. I think if I had to be an Anne Elliot I'd lose my mind. That girl is so dull and boring, I don't know why Jane would choose to make her the heroine. Oh Jane, what were you thinking?
I think now that Silvia is beautifying my living room, I'll move my nook in there. I'll put a faux log in the fireplace, toss all the throw pillows on the floor in front of it and grab the dog and the blankie and my fuzzy soft hat and read some more tonight. Doesn't that sound nice? Yes, I think it does.
But first....I'm kicking some serious ass at the gym. Oh ya. Hubby is gonna get it. I'm gonna make him cry. He's gonna squeal like a little girl and beg me to stop. Muhahahahaaaaa! Muhhhahahahaaaa!
Okay, that's enough randomizing I think. Did I totally bore you to death? Sorry.
Oh, I lied. One more random thing then I'm done for sure.
I am still doing all my daily items for success. Well, kind of. I haven't been practicing my guitar or getting enough water or meditating. But I'm doing the rest. I'm not giving up though, that's what I wanted to share. I'm still at it.
2 comments:
Sometimes that's all you can do is keep at it. And at this time of year, that's no small thing.
I got a Kindle when they first came out and I love it. I still get real books for my bookcase but a kindle (or Nook) is great for travel, commuting, and reading on the treadmill. Have fun with it.
Lovely tree :)
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