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Maybe I'm getting too old for Christmas, or maybe it's just my family which makes me a little weary of it. I don't know. *sigh* I know it's the story of everyone's Christmas, and it's a recounted story of mine....but Christmas just takes so much out of me. I'm not looking forward to the next couple of days since my mother will probably be running around last minute looking for shit to give to people, and deliver them. Meanwhile, she'll want to drag me along to do the deliveries, thus wasting "x" amount of hours of me spending time with people I don't give a crap about. OK....so it's not like I don't give a crap about them, I just barely see them once a year, so is it REALLY that necessary that I go? And they're her friends, not mine...and I think it's damned to always be the "excuse" for leaving early. Plus I bet you anything they're thinking the same thing....why even bother? No. I would rather be spending time with people who appreciate my being there, and like spending time with me. And people who actually thought of me over the holidays. I bought my dad a bottle of wine for Christmas. ~$40 dollars, when all was said and done. And so when he complained about there being no presents under the tree, I pointed to the bottle of wine (Burrowing friggin' Owl) at the back of the tree in a basket, and he didn't eve look at it before saying, "Oh. Another cheap wine?" Well FUCK. I'm not a goddamn millionaire, and I just bought my car this year. It's not like I'm getting paid enough, and hello....did HE bother getting me anything this year? Or last year? Or the year before that??? And here he is, bitching about a present that I bought him without even looking at it. Then there's my mother who flat out asked me for a digital camera for Christmas. "A slim, compact one. Not like the one that *that girl* has, but like this size." YEAH. I don't even have money enough to buy MYSELF a digital camera, how am I supposed to buy you one??? And while you're asking for Christmas presents, why don't you ask your lazy-ass, welfare-collecting son who probably gets "paid" more for sitting on his ass all day than I do for working part time???? So yeah...I have been feeling shitty this week. Nothing like family and Christmas to make you feel this way. Thankfully, I did get to speak to the boy at the peak of my shitty-feeling-ness, and he completely brightened my day. Nevermind that it was at Costco and I was on the verge of tears because he started getting all mushy on me. hehe. It was a nice feeling. Then yesterday he treated me to a little holiday dinner of our own -- shrimp-stuffed mushrooms, avocado, cucumber, and tomato salad with garlic-balsamic dressing, roasted prime rib with peppercorn crust, brown sugared carrots, roasted potatoes, washed down with egg nog milkshake. It is so good to eat Christmas food. :) Thank you honey. It was what I needed. Finished up shopping yesterday. I also dropped by Michael's craft store on Main Street in North Vancouver and was astounded to have some of the best service of the holiday season!!! I asked a simple question of this lady in the yarn department, and she answered it, as well as giving me a couple pointers on knitting. God bless that woman....I was standing in The Body Shop at Metropolis, surrounded by I don't know... ten employees? And none of them even bothered to say hello. It must rock to stand around for money. Will maybe write later. Toodles. This is later. My Hobbit name is: Ruby Frumblefoot of Bywater. What's yours?
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