So I guess, like, Merry Christmas and stuff.
Nothing reminds you of all your weird single-person-who-lives-alone quirks like having a guest for an extended period of time. Kelli's here for the holidays and I pity her having to deal with me. I sing. A lot.
Every once in awhile I remember that someone else is here and I feel like this:
And mostly when I notice I'm singing, I've been singing this:
Merry Christmas!
On June 6, 2010 it will be 20 years since I graduated high school. You know what that means, right? Yeah, yeah I'm old. I don't fucking care. It also means that this summer is my 20th High School Reunion an auspicious event rendered totally pointless and infinitely more annoying by the advent of Facebook.
Tonight I've put up with the incessant nagging of someone I don't even remember. Apparently this yahoo has scanned in our senior yearbook and was puzzled that he couldn't find my picture. I told him I was too busy designing the yearbook (nerd, I know) to get my picture taken. He was convinced I had a maiden name I was unwilling to reveal.
I never thought I'd be that person, but here I am. The person who has absolutely no desire at all to attend any of their high school reunions. People tell me I'll regret not going that I should totally go, it's so fun. Maybe I'm close-minded but I don't see how hanging out in some godforsaken bar in East Fucking Bethel, MN with people I don't know is going to be fun.
And really wasn't the whole point of the reunion to see who married whom, who got fat and how many kids they had? I know all that already, from Facebook. I like Facebook infinitely more than I liked high school. And thanks to Facebook I won't have to drive to East Fucking Bethel, MN to attend the reunion, I'll can just look at all the pictures and judge people from the comfort of my own home.
Their dog is a lot like our old family dog--before they had these designer breeds. Ours was a mix of a poodle
and a german shepherd. We got it from gas station man as owner was in jail. So cute! Animals don't say
hurtful words that challenge your self-esteem.
Even though I babysit the Tibbles every Friday, I rarely get to see my nephew Cade. He's at school by the time I get there and I leave before he gets home. I spend the time in between talking about bats with Nolan and listening to Liam tell me everything I say is boring and that he likes Katie Lou much better (this, of course, cracks me up and I argue with him incessantly about it).
Yesterday Cade and I passed briefly in the living room.
He stood in front of me wrapped in his snow gear, backpack still affixed to his back. "Did you want really want an electric pencil sharpener for Christmas?" He asked, looking up at me from under the Superman hat.
"Yes."
"Good!" He pointed at the Christmas tree. "That's what we got you."
Sweet!
In some respects, I can't believe it has actually come to this. But then, I missed the six-month deadline earlier this year and things weren't nearly so hectic for me back then. I've had some serious shit all balled up at the head office lately, so it didn't hit me until this morning that I missed the traditional two-month warning for Karaoke to the Death by two whole days. Start finalizing your song selections and making your travel plans, because KttD X: St. Valentine's Day Massacre is set to rock your face off two months from, uh, last Monday. Sorry about that.
Thank you test knitters, for your help!
Start: January 25, 2009
Finish: June 5, 2009
Yarn: Blue Moon Fiber Arts Socks That Rock Heavyweight, 100% superwash merino; 350 yd/ 320 m per 7 oz / 198 g skein; color: ‘Brick’
Needles: 3.25 mm - 80 cm KnitPro Nickel
Pattern: SAVIANO - Winter Knitty
Enjoy!
