Merry Christmas Eve to Ye

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Friends, it is officially Christmas Eve. I have managed to get all of my gift-wrapping done, and have nearly finished off the giant box of cookies I received last night from the delicious treat-making factory that is the kitchen of Sarah and Carolyn.

I do believe I left a shopping bag at the check-out at Target and need to go back in the morning and see if there is an "unclaimed bags at check-out" section in customer service. If not, I get to debate with Natalie again tomorrow about which clothes are the best choice to bestow upon Mason as part of a Christmas gift.

Kevin left for New Jersey to be home with his family for Christmas yesterday morning and Natalie is with her dad so it's just me and the wolfins at home tonight. I keep making them go down to the basement with me and I think they are just about tired of my scared behind. I had this awful nightmare the other night involving a basement and it's just been on my mind ever since. I plan to spend a portion of Christmas day turning that nightmare into an action-packed comic strip and hopefully, that will have some sort of therapeutic effect.

Aside from comic-ing, I would like to finish an acrylic painting, polish up my teaching portfolio and narrow down some New-Year's resolutions by the end of the weekend or, perhaps by the end of next week. Also, being the GIANT NERD THAT I AM, I Cannot Wait! to fill in my new 2011 planner pages. I got a new starter kit for my Franklin Covey. I think it is time to create some new goals for myself and that is always exciting. What can I say - I am a quintessential Capricorn (goal-oriented, mountain-climber, winner, nerd-fest).

Reality Bites

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It's after 2. I just got out of bed, although I have been up since 10:30. I am drinking my morning pot of coffee and although I should be on the phone with my phone company about my $600 phone bill, or with the mortgage company about my $5000 past due balance, or bathing and brushing my mangey-looking, shedding dogs, I am blogging. I hate dealing with real life things. Nathan moved in. He is being his messy, selfish self. He is not thrilled about living with me either. He was just informing me that he wants to hang himself from the ceiling fan every time he walks into the house. I'm not completely sure, but it may be the fact that I just finished off the rest of the laundry detergent washing Natalie and my clothes for the week and now he may have to go by his own. Natalie graduates from Kindergarten tomorrow. I will probably cry. I am working at Saia again. I wish that I could, like so many people, feel content with life knowing that my bills are paid, my credit is good, and my errands are done. I would rather write short stories or take up painting. My parents are still pushing me to go back into the Navy. I would like to give it a year and see if I can't get a teaching job by then. It's hard not to worry about having a retirement plan or making enough money. I just don't think I could go without seeing Natalie for that long though. I cringe to think about how she would turn out if she were raised by her father. I need to go make my bed and all of those other things that should satisfy my existence so I'll end here.

Misery

Quitting smoking sucks. Period.