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Christmas Eve and we're with the dude's padres. We haven't seen anyone in his family for a while. The blessings and curses of living in a different state. Tonight we read the Christmas Story from Luke 2, which I would have to say is my favorite Christmas tradition ever. I'm so grateful that the dude's family does that as well. Of course I miss my family terribly, but I love the dude's family as well. What a blessing our marriage has been in my life!
I am so grateful for all of my loved ones! Merry Christmas to you all. Remember to take time to be grateful for who and what you have!
This morning started out at the exceedingly early hour of 5:00 AM. I woke up before my alarm even thought of going off. Nature's calls are sometimes the best WAKE UP NOW alarms. I was wide awake and even reluctantly ready to begin the morning of cleaning "one last thing," but the dude was reluctant to open his eyes, "They burn." No one will ever find me complaining about extra sleep. But this morning I couldn't get any. grumble, grumble.
Finally (three trips later) we had most of my studio stuff in our storage unit, and wonder of wonders there is actually a floor in that studio! I may go take a nap on it some day.
I'm bored with talking about cleaning woes. Bah!
Something truly tragic. My iPod froze this morning. Not literally like the ice outside, but it wasn't going to share any of it's glorious music with me. Commuting to the sound of inane radio stations was extremely frustrating (probably more that it normally would be because I had no sleep), so the first thing I did when I got to work was look up how to unfreeze my friend. Now I have the link bookmarked. No longer will I put up with extremely dumb radio when I could be listening to my Heap. Another part of the problem was that I was very hungry and my lunch was just sitting there on the seat next to me waiting to be eaten. Normally I don't exercise restraint when it comes to eating while driving. My stomach is the boss, but this time I let judgment rule out. Tacos and driving is one thing I am not talented enough to handle.
When I got to work, half way through my nachos (they came after the taco), my boss reminded me that we were getting free lunch today. So did I just snap my fingers and say, "Aw, shucks! I shouldn't have eaten all that lunch already"? No I proceeded to go to the break room and dish myself up a normal plate of pasta and salad. (I can hear the groans from all those who know me well). Technically I'm not supposed to eat more than half a cup of food at a time. Six meals a day, that's me. And no, you don't wish that were you. Life is not fun when eating small amounts. It's actually boring, and rather embarrassing. People always feel the need to point out how little I eat and wish they had the same amount of self control. It's not self control, people! It's pain. Lots of pain. So why did I let myself go today? Lack of...sleep. Ah, yes. The root of all evil in my day today. People were laughing a lot whenever I was around today. I wonder why....
Did I stop with the pasta, salad, and breadsticks? No, 3 hours later I somehow convinced myself that I was hungry again (wasn't) and that I needed to eat my half pound burrito left over from my first lunch. Whoever programed my brain must have had fun putting the bugs in. I won't even tell you how much I ate when I got off work.
I need sleep!!!! And another snack, hmm.....
I have been forced into a somewhat unnatural activity for the past week. Cleaning. Not just vacuuming and dusting, although, that has happened too. I'm talking about deep-go through all your junk and purge cleaning. We are renting and the landlords are selling. Coming from the family I come from and watching all the home shows I've watched (I am an admitted HGTV addict) I feel an immense pressure to not just clean, but have everything perfect. There are perks to this. We get to live in a clean house. We have to go through our stuff and junk some of it, which as an artist and a pack-rat couple we are finding hard to do. So now I have to go to bed at an embarrassingly early hour so that I will actually be able to wake up at 6 AM and help move stuff to our newly acquired storage unit.
Bah Humbug!
