First Impressions and Christmas

I learned that you don’t get a second chance when it comes to first impressions. And today, Sass needed no second chance.

She is a pretty person with a warm smile, a calm, sweet woman who I could easily talk to as if I had known her for many months. I already felt I knew more things about her than a usual acquaintance would, yet there were things I was dying to know: what did she do for work? Is she having wedding withdrawls? What does she think about starting a family sometime in the future and does it terrify her as it does me?

I have to say that I wasn’t nervous–maybe a tad–to meet her. She wasn’t a stranger so much as I had high hopes that we could grow a friendship out of this blog world that so many people spend time commenting on, reading, and browsing. For me, it’s hard to meet new people, let alone nice people who aren’t fake or who have trouble being real. Sass meets the real deal criteria; I had a lovely time.

That’s not say I’ll meet every person over this online thingy, but the fact that I hear from a select group of people, checking in with me through comments and emails, wishing me well, caring about me, that easily supersedes the silence I receive from some of the friends I have a hard time connecting with on a weekly, if not monthly, basis.

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Christmas. It was a great day. We spent Christmas Eve working on the house–cleaning, organizing, opening up some boxes. It didn’t feel like Christmas Eve because of the chores we were doing, but later on we visited with Bub’s family and I felt connected, which, as many of you know, is difficult for me. We enjoyed some sweets and visited with Bub’s grandfather. We awoke early Christmas morning and ran down to our tree to open gifts before cooking mom’s famous carrot casserole and then heading to church with my side of the family. After mass, it was gift time at my parents’ house. Then lots of eating. More eating. And yes, more eating. I haven’t had my mom’s turkey and stuffing in ages and it was sooo worth the hiatus to taste everything all over again. Yummmy. Yummmy. Yowzers.

We got lots of fun gifts and trinkets from the North Pole, but my shopping streak was suppressed in lieu of shopping for others this holiday season, and very well should be, but now I’ve just discovered this site. My debit card is playing hide and seek. Except I know where it’s hidden so I guess it’s not a good tactic when it comes to a little shopping fever…

i pulled into the parking lot at exactly 9:03 this morning. i looked at the clock on my phone at my desk and it said 9:07. this is my exact arrival time, but there’s a slight possibility that i arrived one minute earlier (9:06) seeing as how i did not look at the phone clock at the exact moment i got to my desk. no, i took off my rain slick coat, put down my bags, including lunch, and proceeded to open my laptop bag.

i’m going to forgive myself for being a little tardy because it’s raining in a psycho manner outside.

we had our christmas gift exchange with my family yesterday. i got this yummy tea i was hoping santa would purchase for me. it’s heaven, really. we also got a new dvd player as ours died and it was very difficult watching episodes of Six Feet Under on a small computer screen and not being able to pop in your wedding video to check out the way people looked as bub and i declared our love for one another.

the other day, i discovered a cool ’shared blog’: Indie Bloggers. they’re actually looking for creative pieces to post and they can be posts you’ve already posted in your blog. the thing is, there might 1 or 2 pieces only out of my entire blog, which was started in the fall of 05 that might get a read, but might get tossed to the general posts page–or looked over completely.

the thing is, i need to get more creative. but it’s been a struggle to do so here. sometimes it’s forced. sometimes i just want to bitch and moan. sometimes i just want to be me, and making sure i have no spelling mistakes and decent grammar is all i can handle.

so one of my resolutions is to take it up a notch. i’m not sure how, but maybe you’ll let me know when i have.

eh

whenever i order Thai food, I can’t steer clear from the damn drunken noodles. the place we agreed to catch up and discuss bikini waxes, periods and how our friend doesn’t get one when she’s lying down in bed until the next morning was a new try since it’s near one of my best friend’s new house.

i’m slightly inebriated as i write this. today was christmas with my family. my sister had been away (on her first international trip ever) and since we went to MD to see my inlaws, we hadn’t had a chanc to exchange gifts.

the pats took full control of our afternoon as we watched with wide eyes and anticipated breath as to whether they would remain in playoff status. well they are, just in case you didn’t know.

the visit concluded with a trip to legals, a favorite of my father’s. i have no complaints there and i’m now full and drunk off of 2 glasses of shiraz. well, not super drunk, but bitter that we have work in a little over 12 hours.

blech. ewww.