I suppose this could be defined as a December rant but there are better things most of you readers have to do than read a woman's complaint against society. So I will save you the pain. Instead, I would like to comment on the lack of joy this holiday season.
True, the economy has been declared as a recession.. or however the proper status is. And yes, this past year or so has been hard on the good working citizens of our society. I will agree that all in all this is going to be the hardest Christmas some families will have to face compared to other years.
But DO NOT rain down on my Holiday Parade or the parades of children who believe in the Harrisville Wal-Mart!
Bah Humbug to you, sir!
Honestly, I felt that since I have started working with the public I have grown up to a point. I keep things to myself when I know I should and I fail to make remarks, even though I sometime feel the unspoken words burning my tongue, that would later be regrets.
However, this afternoon while out and about doing some shopping I was slightly perturbed.
While standing in the Christmas candy isle along with my fellow shoppers, I spotted a holiday Scrooge. He was grumbling about one thing or another while dragging the helpless (but somewhat annoying) toddler that graced his presence. Normally I let this event pass with nothing more than a roll of my eyes or a small head shake. One this particular day, in this selective weather, something about the way that little boy complained caught my attention.
He was trying to buy a tea set for his mom. He had a zip-lock bag with some dollars and coins inside and really wanted to buy a tea pot and two cups for the matronly figure in his little world.
But NOO!!!
Father told him that buying presents is a stupid idea and while he was at it, "No, Santa Claus ain't real neither!"
Not only did this man dash the hopes of his little boy, but all the other believing children that were in hearing distance of his outburst. Oh my heart cried out for the little faces that looked devastated around the next isle or two.
So yes, holidays can be stressful for all groups in this world but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, don't let me catch any other unsuspecting stranger denying the Santa Claus dreams in public or so help me, there will be eggs thrown at his person.
Which I won't buy.

Mountain, Jeep and Upset Wife

Justin and I were able to make it all the way to the top of Willard Peak this week! It was pretty bumpy going up, which made me all to happy to get out when we finally made it to peak. Once we arrived, my ears got really cold so I had to wrap my face into a hoodie- I was miserable! As we wandered around the place I kept my face down. This allowed me to start collecting interesting rocks on my adventure... I have quite a few hiding in my plants all around the apartment.
The views were spectacular and even though it started out cold, wet and rainy, we enjoyed the beautiful afternoon. I could see Pineview Reservoir on my right and Mantua on my left... really cool.
The only downer on the trip was having to use the outdoors as a restroom. Last time I had to "be one with nature" I was seven months pregnant and fell over, got stuck and had to do some creative bending to get back in a standing position. Since then, I haven't been too keen on reliving the experience. I started to giggle and the pressure of attempting what had always been the impossible was almost too much. Needless to say, after some time alone, I was able to endure the rough ride home comfortably.
A wonderful day can only be topped with a wonderful nap, which I gladly took on the way home. Yay outdoors!!!

My greatest alarm clock...

So there is this problem that comes from having a 7 o'clock class... it's at seven o'clock in the morning. All those who knows me know very well that I do not like mornings and that mornings do not agree with me. So I have found two solutions- the first is my husband and the second are the cute little creatures that I love, my cats. And this morning when the two cute creatures found themselves into my room they snuggled me back to sleep. And off went the morning.

Later when I woke up and found the cute things sleeping in my jammies with me I discovered that I slept through class.

Good thing that when my husband called he was able to wake all of us up. And now I've made another discovery, that although marriage is often referred to as teamwork, it's not only about helping with finances, getting each other motivated for a hard day or doing nice things for each other, it's about being an alarm clock for the weaker waker.

Ahh... Wedded Bliss

It's been about three months now and life is lovely. There wasn't much to get used to, we knew each other really well. Other than being second to a manatee when it comes to snuggling, there is little to complain about. We struggle getting laundry done in a timely manner and dishes are never finished, but in this busy lifestyle we all live I find no reason to apologize.
We have two darling kittens that are monsters when the moon rises and when the sun rises, and at noon, seven o'clock at night and any time they wake up for more than twenty minutes. Just recently they learned to jump onto counters and the refrigerator. So yes, I own and love cats.
School is great but it's even better when I have a husband to wake me up and push me out of bed. Alarm clocks should come with arms, at least mine does. We help each other by reminding one another of homework and deadlines. We even use planners and a palm pilot, to see if we can get any more organized.
There is very little about being married that I don't like. If I had to name something, it's not being able to play my music loud, watch movies until three in the morning and I can't read in bed... he complains that my lamp is too bright:)