Monthly Archives: November 2010

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas

I changed the blog theme to something more holiday-ish.  It’s not just retailers getting in the mood! One of our local radio stations starts playing Christmas music promptly each November 1st.  Some people grumble and ask, Do they really have enough music to play all day, let alone for two months?  The answer is yes, they do.  I enjoy listening to it, and granted, there are songs I don’t particularly like, so I do the same thing I do the other 10 months of the year: I change the station.  I think it’s nice when we have Christmas music to add to the mix.

Don’t get me wrong, though.  I’m not always gung-ho and on top of the holiday madness.  I didn’t send out Christmas cards last year.  I can’t remember if I did the year before that or not.  I’m rather spotty when it comes to Christmas cards, some years I do, some I don’t.  I love writing letters, so you’d think I’d be a natural.  I enjoy sending photo Christmas cards, though, and sometimes it’s not easy to find someone to take a snap of my son and me. 

You’d think, as much as I love writing, that I’d get into the Christmas letter, catching everyone up on our lives in a month by month recap, but I haven’t embraced that tradition yet.  Maybe one of these days.  This year, I’m planning to send cards.  I’m even offering to help my mom send photo Christmas cards of her and dad if she’d like.  She hasn’t done that before.  I took a few photos of them recently that would work well, so I’m going to send those to her and see what she thinks.  She gets to pick the photo, and I’ll order the cards and send them to her. 

Now for Christmas shopping . . .

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Fear of Commitment

I must have fear of commitment.  I keep saying I’ll pay more attention to my blog, show it how much it means to me, spend time with it.  Not obsessive amounts of time, just more time.  And I do for a little while, a few days.  And then I go days without checking in, much less posting.  It’s not that I don’t love you little blog, I really do.  It’s not you, really, it’s me. I have issues.  I’m probably not good for you. I want to be there for you, I just . . . I don’t know what happens.  You deserve better than me.  You deserve someone who will be there when she says she will be there.  Someone you can count on.  It’s not that I don’t think about you, I do. I care about you, it’s not that. I dunno.  If you still want to hang out, that would be great. I’ll try to do better.  I know I’ve said it before, I know, I know.  And I’ve said this time I mean it, but this time I really, really do.  Let’s stop talking.  Hold me.

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