Sunday's are usually reserved for family dinner and Disney movie nights.
Around noon, I load up and drive to my grandma's house, where my parents, brother and sister-in-law, nephews, and great-aunts all meet up for some good southern food; fried chicken, fried okra, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, and peach cobbler for desert.
After pigging out and visiting, everyone parts ways. I find my way back home and change into some lounge pants and a hoodie. Then I lay out on the couch and pop in a Disney movie and waste away the rest of the day.
Why drive for a hour or two (if there is no traffic), to reach Midtown, only to be crushed in the crowds for five minutes of excitment?
Seemed kinda pointless after that.
So, instead, I got a bottle of Chardonnary and watched the peach drop from the comfort of my own living room. Got to say, much more enjoyable.
Hung out with my nephews today, and totally forgot how much fun a bottle of bubbles could be. Those boys are crazy fun with bubbles falling from the ceiling.
Well, because of all the snow and ice on Christmas this year, instead of the honey baked ham, homemade rolls, roasted potatoes, mac and cheese, and green bean casserole that I was so looking forward to, I had canned soup, heated over the stove in my empty townhouse.
Thank you so much for that, Aeolus.
But for the day after Christmas, still snowed in and still unable to travel the icy roads. Just me and the dog, watching Harry Potter movies and 16 & Pregnant, which I have discovered that I am totally addicted to.
I know, I know, I should not be watching a show that is pretty much telling all high school girls that its ok to have unprotected sex and start spilling out babies so early in life, but I just can't seem to stop myself.
Its like watching a train wreck; I just can't look away, or jump off the tracks has a massive ton of steel comes barreling full speed at me.
But, since there is nothing new to update beyond the snow and isolation, I'll just sign off and continue with my train wreck - I mean, watching 16 & Pregnant.
Merry belated Christmas to those you celebrate.
To those that don't - Happy Whatever-You-Please.
- Current Mood: cold
School is out till Jan 8th, so I have some time on my hands. Looking for a job, but thats slow going...
Thinking about self-publishing a novel on Amazon. Read an article resently about self publishing for Amazon Kindle. Its free and you set your own price and bank 35% of whatever sells you make. So its all capital with no over-hang. Sounds like a good way to get started, right? At least to just get my name out there and to get noticed. And I have the time to do it, so whats to stop me, besides myself?
But, moving on. Can't believe that its only 9 days till Christmas. I remember being a kid and Christmas would take forever to get here. The days would drag on and on. Christmas Eve felt like forever and the night hours leading toward Christmas Day were extremely slow. Now it over and done with before you even know that its here.
I know that part of that this change is mostly because I've grown up and some of the wonder of Christmas.
Her and her current boyfriend have become "semi-serious" and as such, they have began talking about their futures together. Beyond the obvious moving-in together and combining their shirts and jeans in the same 4x6 space, they also divided into plans of each's career paths.
Presently, my friend is one semester away from her psychology degree and a promising future in clinical or forensic psychology. She has worked very hard to earn her degree and has worked full time at a local supermarket to pay for her tuition and other expences that arrive from full time course work.
While she is wrapping up her education, her boyfriend has been working with the county law enforcement as a deputy. He has been going to school part time and has decided that he would like to pursue an education in law.
Now, normally that would be great, that they have their futures ready for them and that they each know what they want.
However, the problem arises when the boyfriend picks the law school he wants to enter into for the next semester. This school, while I'm sure is a great institution for education, is also located 3 hours away... And he has made it know that he wants her to move with him when he goes.
Now, while she can commute for her final semester without much problem, she does have to adjust her future to form around him. Instead of taking a job in our city where she knows the people of her field and who know her, and her work ethic, she will have to work to make herself know.
Yes, I know, thats not that big of a deal. The oddness that I found in the whole situation comes from after her boyfriend completes his education. He wants them to move out of state, get married, and start having children immediately. Which means that she would have to take the role of care-taker and home-maker and give up her ideal career, at least until how ever many kids they have are old enough to not need homecare during the day hours.
And she's ok with that...
This is 2010.
And women are still giving up or, at the very least, placing their careers on hold for those of the men in thier lives. Why invest all that money, time, and effort into your educaton, if your just going to bow out for a man's wishes?
I just don't get it....
- Current Mood: pensive
- Current Music:Skid Row - Youth Gone Wild
I have a slim-fitting light green hatler-dress that I love wearing to holiday Christmas parties. Its open backed to just above that point where a woman's spine drips in before the swell of her hips.
It hugs all my cruves and then flares past my hips, where it flows down to brush the tops of my feet, which are enveloped in silver heels. To completed the outfit, I usually wear my drop ear rings and necklace, then twist my red hair into a sleek bun with a few strands lose and curled to frame my face.
- Current Mood: happy
Anytime its rainy outside, I always wear my brown cowgirl boots. Not only do they keep water and the cold out, but I love the click click they make when I walk on tiled flooring.
On top of that, I encase my long legs in jeans, slip on a tank top and pull on a long sleeved shirt. Then my black Northface jacket and to top everything off, a flirty pink and white scarf.
And, judging by the scene outside my living room, I will be wearing it today...
- Current Mood: blank
As cliche and weird as it sounds, the one outfit that always makes me feel better and puts me in a flirtly mood is my pink plaid mini skirt, white button down, my grey and pink argyle over-the-knee socks, and my black mary jean heels.
I know that its mostly an outfit that a woman would wear for a man (or woman), but I just love how sexy I feel when I wear it. No matter how awful I'm feeling, the second I slip on that skirt, button a few buttons on the shirt, slide the socks smoothly over the tops of my knees, and push my feet into those heels, all the bad feelings just melt away...
Nothing makes me feel more flirty or makes me feel more sexy. I love it!!
- Current Mood: flirty
And I don't, which probably explains why I have to keep buying and assembling books shelves. My house is starting to look more like a library than a home... But, since I love libraries, thats ok with me...
There's just something about the smell of books that draws you in, gets you to turn that first page. Then, as the words come to life, you find yourself turning the pages faster and faster, chasing the ending that you know is in sight, chasing the plot, chasing that feeling of knowledge that only comes from breezing through page after page of the written word.
It doesn't matter the subject matter, atleast not to me. Just the weight of a heavy tome resting on my drawn up knees, thats enough for me. Or the feeling of a light paperback resting open in my hands, as the characters banter back and forth.
I get lost in the pages, and time no longer matters. Minutes, hours, they all blur together, until I no longer know just how long I've been lost in a world that is not my own. A world that I long to belong to, if only for a little while...
- Current Mood: mellow