The tree. The Christmas tree! I'm indulging a bit of the holiday spirit, here, and you're... sick. Geez. Last year was a sad, sad year for the Christmas tree here at Casa Mir. I can't believe my children are still speaking to me, quite frankly. I know lots of people believe a real tree is the only way to go, and to you I say this: ummm... okay. Enjoy. For me? Well, first there is the issue of being allergic to pine. So I really couldn't have a real tree, even if I wanted one. But I don't want one, because--I don't know if you've noticed this--but real pines? Spit their needles all over the...
On the one hand, it's not nice to play on the weaknesses of others. On the other hand, there's one born every minute. (Corollary: those of us who are smart enough to realize and utilize that fact, are obligated to pay homage to Darwin.) I just netted over $100 on just a small handful of eBay auctions. My two highest-selling items? Went for three and four times what I paid for them. And one of those was worn by my daughter for over two years before the resale. Now I am but a shell of my former self, having cycled through all five stages of eBay in a matter of minutes. Friends, I am spent. For...
I was really hoping to pick up my new glasses today, but I called just now and was informed that they're still not ready. "They sent me the wrong lenses! Twice! Well, the first ones were wrong. The second ones were scratched. Hopefully I'll have them done tomorrow." I suspect all of that to be elaborate code for "Tuesday I took the day off, Wednesday I had to sell some other people some stuff, and today I'm mostly surfing Amazon and spending the big hunk of money you gave me on Monday." Hmph. So, tomorrow; maybe. Pardon me while I tilt my head a little like I'm really interested in what...
I went back. Spent the whole morning doing it, actually. And now? I'm so afraid. Hold me. What does it say about me that--upon reading people saying perfectly nice things about me--I turn around and deliberately insert myself into a situation where people are going to make me cry? There is something very, very wrong with the self-preservation portion of my brain. I suspect the bill-paying portion of my brain has taken it hostage. I had a bid on my first item before I'd finished putting my listings up. The bidder has 0 feedback. And it gets better! She registered... yesterday! I'm just...
Verily, I am a delicate flower. Stop laughing. My therapist seems to think I need to spend some time journaling about my strengths and the things I like about myself. And she didn't seem all that amused when I agreed, but asked what I would do after that. (What do you mean? she asked. Well, I said, since that's only going to take about thirty seconds....) It's a funny thing. When my children are wonderful, I give thanks to God. When they're demonic, I'm right there, ready to accept the responsibility and ample helping of guilt for being an inadequate mother. When things in my life go well,...
Wednesday is usually a good day to play Meat Lottery. The "Manager's Special" coupons abound, as the previous weekend's rush is over and the stocking up for the coming weekend has not yet begun. Today I didn't spot a single coupon. Perhaps my fellow Lottery lovers beat me to the butcher's case. But! No matter! Because I was armed with my coupons. Oh yes. Not just my regular coupons--which I carry in a stupid little accordian-style cardboard case like the geek that I am--but additional coupons that came in the mail because I am so special. Every so often my store sends out four weeks' worth...
I could tell you about all of the things I should've done today, but since the denial thing is working out so well for me right now, I can't. What responsibilities? What job hunt? What paralyzing panic?? Tra la la! Oh happy day, happy day, let me tell you all about my happy day. I'm sure I can return us all to my regularly scheduled angst tomorrow. But! Today! Today I received an early morning invitation to go shopping. Oh, dear. My little cartoon devil hopped onto my left shoulder while the cartoon angel perched on the right. As I held the phone to my ear and considered my response, they...
Last night was rough. As predicted, the "magic call" never came, and once the kids were in bed, it was just me and the apple crisp. And, truth be told? I'm kinda all apple crisped out. This morning I decided I needed a little TLC from someone who really loves me. So, after I got Chickadee on the bus and Monkey settled in at school, I headed to Target. You can't be sad at Target. That's a fact. I was just in time to see the price team start to mark the backpacks down from 50% off to 75% off. This, my friends, is undeniable proof of God's love for us. Do you feel it? I sure did. My pulse is...
It is totally okay that I went and spent every penny I saved on groceries yesterday at Trader Joe's this morning, because food is necessary for survival. And I totally wasn't going to survive without sweet potato french fries, guacamole, organic fig bars, and eggplant cutlets. Really.
