Alrighty then... Let's just get this the fuck over with, shall we?

*snerk*
Nice attitude for Christmas, ain't it?

Well, it may not be very pretty, but it IS the truth, for whatever that's worth.

I honestly cannot remember when I last really enjoyed Christmas. When did it turn into Hell Week each year? How long ago?
I do remember "why".

Frankly, it hurt too much.

That they start in with the Christmas Crap before Halloween was the first step. Then, there was the whole "I canNOT afford this shit" shit, then, the kids shows that I've watched since I was a kid myself starting ripping my heart out.
I slowly learned to resent and very nearly loathe this time of year.

Then, I saw "Full Metal Jacket" and those Marines saved me. I loooove how they "celebrate" Christmas. Sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus and get back to reality. Cool.

Then, God gave me Eric, so it didn't hurt so much. Now, I can watch the shows again without a knife to my temple and he has kids, so it's almost mandatory to do this shit, thank God for them or I probably wouldn't still.... I'd get stuff for Eric, yeah, but.... it wouldn't be SUCH a deal.

The way I've been doing it for years, ever since it started hurting me more than anything else, is to "do" Christmas sometime after the 25th. When the money becomes available, between regular bills and being alive shit. Usually takes anywhere from a week to a coupla months, by the time I was done, but it was slow paced, more relaxed and kinda twisted, just like I like it.

We were gonna shoot for that kinda thing this year, too. Got the TV bill to pay, food to buy, shit to take care of... it's endless, of course. We also didn't think the kids would even be here til sometime like a week later....
Wrong.
They'll be here Sunday.
For four days.
George, too.

*Sam Elliot "Al right. C'mere... now I gotta kill ya" look*

I swear he (George) does this just to make me crazy, so that he can then scream, "See?!? She's NUTS!!!!" while pointing at me and APPEAR TO BE correct.
Gawd, I hate that.

I mean, it's not like he has NOOOO IDEA how I do this shit, cause he knows. He is also aware that we have no "funny money", like HE does... yet he stills springs it on me tonight, after work, VIA ERIC, that oh yesssss, they'll ALLLLL be here for a week and hey, ain't that corn-venient.

*sigh*

Man, we haven't even gotten a tree yet. We were gonna tonight, but it's rained it's balls off all day (and was 55 freakin' degrees!!!!), so we're gonna do that tomorrow. We were gonna do the kid shopping next week, in preperation for them being here the following weekend. Now, we hafta do it now. There's no food in this house right now. Between me being sick and working, I've not had time nor the energy to do this shit. Haven't cooked for Eric for a week. Feel like shit about that, too, but God Bless his great big ol' heart, he understands.... Now, I hafta "fix" all this in two days.

I don't have the money to "fix" all this in two days, people.
It's freakin' me out, here.

Or... was.

Til I decided that Christmas is gonna be on either Wednesday (very late at night), or Thursday, after I get off work, which fricks up George's idea of leaving by noon, but tough titty, ya know?

I simply cannot do it any other way and have it be worth a fart in a tornado.

I work and get paid Monday, work Tuesday, too and Eric gets paid Wednesday night. After THAT, we'll have a little cash to do something with, but even then, I have to keep cognizant of the fact that there's an insurance payment due on the 8th....

Plus, I have to now stock the house well enough to feed three additional people for four days.

Man, I wish I could shit cash.

I mean, jeez... nothing like getting a job, doing great with being able to afford yourself NORMALLY, yet getting walloped in the face with this horsepucky anyway, so still feeling like an inadequate peckerhead.

Yeah man... I just looooove Christmas.
*rolls eyes*

Ah well, like I said before... at least I'm gettin' it to hell over with. After this, all there is to survive is the bullshit of every damned thing being closed because the year date goes up by one.
*yawn*

What an asinine excuse to close down the country. As if they don't have enough reasons to do THAT enough times a year as it is....

What a stupid thing to "celebrate".... that you're now gonna spend the next three months writing down the wrong year.
Jeezus.

Ya wanna see me "celebrate" a DATE? Come see me on April 21st, or whatever the first day of Spring is. Now, THAT'S something to get excited about. Fuck this idiotic, middle of winter silliness. Who gives a fuck that it's the next year? What'd ya expect? That it would be the year BEFORE or something? Get a grip, Universe. New Years bullshit is bullshit.
Ya know?

I know.
Shut UP, right?
lol...

Okay... I will.
Gotta go pay the Gawd-forsaken TV bill, anyway.

Then, clean the house.

Then, find some spot for a tree.

Then, get said tree, spend money I don't have, hate it and be glad when it's over.

"Happy Birthday to youuuuu.
Happy Birthday to youuuuu.
Happy BIRTHday Dear Jesus,
Happy Birthday to youuuuuu."

May I be excused now, please?
Til January 2nd or 3rd?

Hugs and Peace on ya's...

*Gets up and starts the "This is my rifle, this is my gun. This is for fighting, this is for fun" stuff...*

Posted by: Stevie at 08:29 PM

Comments

Posted by: Light & Dark at December 23, 2004 09:07 PM (UCtcV)

Posted by: Suzette at December 24, 2004 01:36 AM (6RM/o)

3 Winter?

It's like 47 degrees here. (That's 197 of your American furlongs.) And it's 1 am!

Hugs back atcha

Posted by: Pixy Misa at December 24, 2004 08:59 AM (+S1Ft)

Posted by: greg at December 25, 2004 12:09 AM (qgjXZ)

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