Every November on the 4th Friday of the month I look forward to smothering my house in lights and Christmas ornaments.

Every last week in December I’m sick and friggen tired of looking at them and I get halfway done with taking them down and realize I’m exhausted and don’t want to finish but I have too because I can’t exactly put them back up.

I’ve decided to become a Scientologist or maybe a Jehovah’s Witness. 

I’d like to tell the blue minivan from Texas that to qualify for the fast lane you really need to at least go the speed limit.
I’d like to tell the black SUV from California that I can only go AS FAST AS the car in front of me. Seriously, I don’t have go go gadget wheels or anything that let me go over them. It wasn’t an option on my Ford sorry. :(

I’d like to tell everyone else to PLEASE for the love of God to please drive carefully and watch out for idiots this week.
Oh and stay outta my way tomorrow. I’m headed to 3T’s for our Christmas party and it’s the one time a year I enjoy a drink and I am not about to let anyone get in my way. I even have a DD this year!
See you tomorrow 3T and Jade! 

With the holidays coming to a peak I’m hearing bits and pieces here and there about how tough life is for them “this year” or the commercials on television that basically say you’re crap if you don’t buy your girl a diamond from a particular store. I stop and wonder if it really is that hard. I mean, do they have a place to live? Do they have food? Do they have a job? Do they have family?
Most of these people do. It’s the ones who don’t that you don’t hear from.

I’m sure that some thought this would be a trying holiday for Gary and I. I’m sure some thought that they had our lives in their hands and that we’d go crumbling down and we’d have a shitty end to a good year and a shitty holidays and all that jazz.

WELL I just gotta say that for SOME of us Christmas isn’t about how much shit my husband bought me or how much I could buy for him. My Christmas is about having a great husband to spend my time with, a family who (mostly) cares for me and knowing that we’re not living in a car, we do have food and heat, we’re not living minute to minute and day to day.

We’re fine.
We’re more than fine.
We’re happy and you can’t take that away.