Don’t you just love the winter and snow and ice? The shoveling, salting, scraping of car windows, hats that give you that funny flat hair, and that feeling of just guessing where you should park because you can’t see the lines in the parking lot.
Mike and I haven’t put up any christmas stuff yet. No lights outside, no tree, or wreaths or anything. I’m completely unmotivated for any of that junk. We haven’t put up a tree in a couple of years, and even then we only did it once…so besides that I haven’t put up a tree since I lived at home with my parents.
Speaking of my parents and Xmas, they go all out for christmas. My mom literally puts up 2 full size trees, 3 medium size ones, and a various mini-trees around the house. Plus my mom’s normal display of Santa clauses balloons to massive proportions. And they put up this extensive christmas village scene with all these ceramic houses and fake snow and little figurines and snowmans and just bunches of crazy christmas shit.
I just don’t get christmas. I know it’s nice to get gifts and get off of work or school or whatever. But it seems like a whole lotta pain. Maybe it’s just not fun anymore because I’m over the age of 12, and now I’m actually responsible for buying people gifts. Speaking of which, I have no idea what to get anyone. Mike and I already exchanged gifts, and I’m really bad at guessing what people might like. I’m suddenly reminded of all the awful way oversized sweaters and brightly colored fleece shirts that I would get for christmas from family. I know it somewhat takes the surprise or fun out of it…but I’m thinking of just getting gift cards. That’s what I’d really like I suppose.
Wow this post is depressing. The only thing that could make it worse, is talking more about my cat who has ringworm. That’s a fun topic. Ah well…if you don’t like it, then you can just bite me. Merry Christmas everyone!
