Happy Halloween!
Anyone remember that image? It’s about seven years old. Back then, I made the mistake of going to the mall on Halloween. It was deserted. Maybe that’s a good thing.
I was able to go to any store in the mall and buy whatever I wanted without the hassle of lines or the paranoia of someone walking behind me to steal my purse.Yes, I’m still living in the past.
No, I won’t be going to the mall tonight.
I have little ones to take around trick or treating. Chloe has a cat costume picked out. She’s going to look beautiful.
Oh, and the radio is still playing Christmas songs. They start the holiday season earlier and earlier every year.
The Most Wonderful Time of The Year
They’re playing the continuous Christmas Songs already. It isn’t even Halloween night, yet, and the Christmas songs are filling the air tonight. I have to admit, it made me feel warm and happy all over again. I mean, they used to start the Christmas songs on Thanksgiving night, but playing them now? That’s even better! For the last five years I’ve always looked forward to this time of the year. There’s always something magical and innocent at Christmastime.
Shortly after the happiness of Christmas came, I was overwhelmed with sadness. This will be the first Christmas in a long time that we’ll be going through without our daughter here. Without the happiness and joy she brought us every year. She wasn’t a given. She was a gift. I wondered what she would have asked for Christmas this year. The American Girl Doll of The Year? Last year she wanted to shadow mommy so badly she asked for an iPod and a nose piercing. I remember her first Christmas. I was playing in the college concert band and I had a solo. I remember seeing her perched on my mom’s lap, holding a candy cane and smiling at me. She was only 10 months old, but she knew who I was.
The Christmases after that seemed to fly by. Just ten short years later, I am planning to leave a bouquet of blue roses on her grave on Christmas Day. It shouldn’t have to be this way.
I think these pictures speak for themselves as to whether or not I had a good anniversary. Twenty six pictures follow.
The new Magic Mouse:
It’s so much better to have a mouse that actually works! It scrolls, it moves around very well. What do you know? Apple is finally on the ball!!
The anniversary cake was the real treat. It was white with red, purple and orange daisies and green borders. Our names and the years were in green icing. It was a perfect, three-layer cake, and purple decorations on the sides.
The top of the cake:
Side design detail:
Anniversary bouquet photography.
There was a black cat in pipe cleaner form.
It came in a pumpkin planter:
The layers of the cake:
Oh, and I got a quilt similar to the one I wanted. I think I’ll get my other quilt next month for Christmas. ::
I also bought some Ghost shower gel and Snow Fairy Shower Gel, both from Lush. I haven’t tried Lush’s shower gels yet,and I hope they’re as good as the Mint shampoo that I’ve been using.
I have a bad feeling that tomorrow is going to be just another day.
For the past couple of weeks, I have printed out pages of what I wanted for our anniversary, right down to the cake. Will I get any of it? I doubt it, and right now, I’m ok with that. I really am. Last year was a disaster and getting nothing for the anniversary this year will actually be a huge improvement over last year.
After all, there’s nothing special about remembering the day, 19 years ago, when my husband and I both decided to say “I love you” to each other without running the day by each other first.
In fact, right now? He’s out with his friends. Where he’s been since about 2pm today.
Yep. It’s just another day. A Friday. The day before Halloween. Nothing special
Note: Someone sent this to me earlier today to cheer me up. Thank you! The little graphic at the end also was worth a good smile!
I am . . . a child of God, a gift to my parents and my country. I’m a person of great value because God made me.
I can . . . do all things through Christ who strengthens me. God has made me able to do everything required of me.
I ought . . . to do my duty to obey God, to submit to my parents and everyone in authority over me, to be of service to others, and to keep myself healthy with proper food and rest so my body is ready to serve.
I will . . . resolve to keep a watch over my thoughts and choose what’s right even if it’s not what I want.
Three AM In The Morning
It’s almost 3am and I cannot sleep. Probably because I took a nap earlier today from 5pm through 10pm. That usually does it for me. I know computers breed insomnia, and I also know that my sites need some serious work, but I really don’t know what else to do at this hour while my family sleeps in the other room.
I tried drawing and then scanning the drawing. It looks tacky:
I don’t even know what I tried to draw there.
I feel like I need my medicine to sleep. Insomnia is the price to pay for having a memory and being able to study and remember what I studied. Which isn’t really a good thing because now I can’t sleep enough for the final mid-terms coming up this Friday.
Another reason I probably can’t sleep is because I know I won’t be able to finish my project in time to turn it in. We had some unforseeable problems in Las Vegas last week and had to spend $100 of the money we were going to pay on bills for something else, and now I can’t afford the $20 font I need to finish my project by Friday. If anyone wants to be generous and buy me the font, this is the font I need. I know Friday seems like a long ways away, but I haven’t even started the project, and I don’t know how long my computer will take to burn a DVD. I haven’t tried to make a DVD in Snow Leopard yet.
Let me know if you decide to help me out with the font issue. I can pay you back at the first of November, either the $20 or I can make you custom fonts, a cloth-covered photo album or something.
Las Vegas Pictures I
The first set of pictures from Las Vegas. Read the post on there. It tells what is coming next.
I can’t believe I’m up at this hour, venting on my blog. While the rest of my family is asleep, I’m awake, with my head swimming with thoughts of “Am I really wrong?”
This comes from the discussion that Dennis and I had tonight about our wedding anniversary. It’s this coming Friday. I made a list of things that I wanted and he made a list of things that he wanted. I made a small note of reasoning behind what I wanted for my anniversary presents. My list is as follows:
1. A new quilt for our bed. Our quilt was falling apart.
2. A new mouse. Mine has the defective scroll ball. This one doesn’t have a scroll ball to malfunction.
3. A new nurse’s watch. This is a basic analogue watch. Or a non-digital watch.
4. A CD copy of Art Garfunkel’s Some Enchanted Evening.
Guess what? He can’t get any of those items. Why? The mouse isn’t in stock. The quilt isn’t in stock. No one has ever heard of a ‘nurse’s watch’. None of the CD stores around knew Art Garfunkel put out his own solo CDs. Was there anything else I wanted? Sure. Get me an ID wallet from Coach. *sigh* Why do you want all these expensive things?
All right.
I thought the whole idea of asking for gifts was to ask for what you wanted. If I ask for things I want, I’m spoiled. If I’m told I can’t have what I want and so I say to never mind, then I’m a PMS’ing bitch. Fair enough. On with the cake and dinner. Going on last year, I picked out a cake from a local bakery and said I wanted it in pink or light blue. What was wrong with last year’s cake and dinner? Lots!
Last year I was promised an elegant Italian dinner and a fancy bakery cake. Dennis didn’t get it pulled together in time and substituted my cake with a waxy, greasy dollar store chocolate cake that was falling apart in the dented tin pan it was in, “anniversary” and our names were misspelled on the cake, and it saved him a whole nickel! Woot! As for the ‘dinner’? It turned out to be a box of macaroni and cheese, generic macaroni and cheese, that he burned and then tried to cover it up with the powdery cheese sauce that didn’t even dissolve properly. The cake was stale and the icing was hard. Never mind that I am deathly allergic to chocolate.
All of that wouldn’t have been too bad if Dennis hadn’t promised me something better and then at the last moment tried to substitute half-assed. I don’t think I’m ‘spoiled’ because I want things of good quality or because I want my husband to be able to follow through with his promises on our anniversary, of all days. Or am I spoiled? Selfish? I’d like to think no.
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
accomplishing more tasks than you ever thought imaginable. She is the being known as Wonder Girl and she is speaking, I believe. More? Aren't you brave!
