New Year is always depressing to me. Its not really a "new" year in the sense that lessons from the past year are learned and not repeated, its more of a "thank gawd we made it through another freaking year, let's hope we survive the next one".
New Year means that tax time is coming up. That's something to look forward to, isn't it?
New Year means starting the same old grind over again, same job, doing the same things, same routine, nothing changes except the digit you write at the end of your check date.
I haven't won the lotto, haven't found a likeness of the blessed virgin mary on a potato chip, haven't invented something that everyone wants, so my chances of "jumping" out of the dull routine are pretty slim to none. Still have to work, haven't been discovered as the latest hippest blogger, or cartoonist. Hubby's pictures haven't been "discovered" and purchased for outlandish sums of money.
So, on Tuesday, we'll slog back to work as always, get told what to do, get told to change it, get told to change it back, get our paychecks, pay our bills, worry about paying taxes, worry about what if we get told we're no longer needed to change, then change back things.
For those of you who simply say "If you want something bad enough, you should be brave enough to just go do it"... you have too much freakin money and live in delusion. Give away your money, work an 8 to 5 job, live paycheck to paycheck and in fear that someone that doesn't like you will can you, then tell me about all those glorious dreams you speak of.
Its not a "new" year, its just another year, like last year, the year before, and certainly like the ones coming up. Same thing, same routine, same.
So, Happy Another Year, now get back to work.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Christmas in Maryland
What a lovely day today, Christmas in Maryland.
It poured ass cold rain all freakin day! Unbelievable. Miserable, crappy day. Ho, ho, ho.
We figured out what we ran out of that we had been trying to think of what it was we ran out of, and in order to brine the turkey for dinner... we needed salt.
Would you believe it, but no stores were open on Christmas day! Wow! Stores closed on a holiday? Who woulda thunk it! We did find a 7-11 that was open and bought enough salt to embalm a mummy with, and came home... in the pouring rain.
The dogs weren't at all pleased with the rain either. December: rain... what happened to that snow stuff? They pouted a lot, and got snarky because I wasn't about to go chase them in the yard in the rain, and frankly they'd go out, do their business and demand to be let back in again.
Turkey was tasty, gave the dogs an added bonus of raw meat in the dinner, so they're happy for a change (that will last 5 minutes), and its 7pm and I'm ready for bed.
The old dog has decided that I'm not allowed to sleep in anymore. He woos, and barks and carries on until I get up and go into the computer room and sit in my chair. He then throws himself down behind the chair and sleeps. If I try to get up and sneak back to bed... he wakes up, comes in and woos and barks until I get up again. I need to break him of this habit. Its killing me getting up so early in the morning on days when I should be able to sleep in.
Since getting dogs, I don't think I've ever slept in. Dogs are wonderful, but not if you really like to sleep in.
I should have napped today, I need to schedule one for tomorrow.
We did get some great robes from my in-laws. Very comfy, very very COMFY. This is a first, since their gifts are usually NOTHING that we'd want. As a matter of fact I spent a few hours yesterday tossing some of the crap they've sent us over the years. Finally, after 17 years of marriage, they actually got us a gift we'll use and like.
It poured ass cold rain all freakin day! Unbelievable. Miserable, crappy day. Ho, ho, ho.
We figured out what we ran out of that we had been trying to think of what it was we ran out of, and in order to brine the turkey for dinner... we needed salt.
Would you believe it, but no stores were open on Christmas day! Wow! Stores closed on a holiday? Who woulda thunk it! We did find a 7-11 that was open and bought enough salt to embalm a mummy with, and came home... in the pouring rain.
The dogs weren't at all pleased with the rain either. December: rain... what happened to that snow stuff? They pouted a lot, and got snarky because I wasn't about to go chase them in the yard in the rain, and frankly they'd go out, do their business and demand to be let back in again.
Turkey was tasty, gave the dogs an added bonus of raw meat in the dinner, so they're happy for a change (that will last 5 minutes), and its 7pm and I'm ready for bed.
The old dog has decided that I'm not allowed to sleep in anymore. He woos, and barks and carries on until I get up and go into the computer room and sit in my chair. He then throws himself down behind the chair and sleeps. If I try to get up and sneak back to bed... he wakes up, comes in and woos and barks until I get up again. I need to break him of this habit. Its killing me getting up so early in the morning on days when I should be able to sleep in.
Since getting dogs, I don't think I've ever slept in. Dogs are wonderful, but not if you really like to sleep in.
I should have napped today, I need to schedule one for tomorrow.
We did get some great robes from my in-laws. Very comfy, very very COMFY. This is a first, since their gifts are usually NOTHING that we'd want. As a matter of fact I spent a few hours yesterday tossing some of the crap they've sent us over the years. Finally, after 17 years of marriage, they actually got us a gift we'll use and like.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)