A good concert always excites me. Wussy is playing tonight and setting up right now…. Hence I’m in a fantastic mood.
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Its about me.
And she snores in her sleep.
Interesting fact:
As a general indicator I tend to have longer relationships with people who snore or at least consistently make noises in their sleep.
Sam…. Totally snores and mumbles in her sleep. I find it amusing. Good sign.
My mom may not approve…
But I love feeling the cold on my skin. It’s 30 degrees outside and I just walked to the coffee shop with no jacket, a baseball cap, and scarf on. It was brisk and windy and I loved every second of it. My ears getting chilly, the cold air on my cheeks, knuckles getting white, and a giant smile on my face.
Chalk it under “one more reason I belong in the north.” Aside from needing to see four seasons in the environment, I like the cold.
Thanksgiving II
Just a little addendum here.
Thanksgiving morning at the grocery store was like a sad bachelor gathering spot apparently. Giant Eagle was filled with sad men just looking depressed that they were out grocery shopping for themselves only Thanksgiving morning.
You know what its like, you see one of them pick up an item and you are sure you can read their thoughts as they stare blankly at it. “Do I really want this… maybe….nah… no I’m going to get it…. what does matter anyway…” and put it back down only to pick up the next item on the shelf and do the exact same thing. I am pretty sure I stood out because I was listening to loud happy music through my earphones, smiling, and although I like to think not, I was probably singing along with the music as well.
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is a weird holiday to me. It’s supposedly a family holiday, but that doesn’t hold too much for me. I see my family generally twice a year. So Thanksgiving isn’t a family time for me. I made myself a big meal in the Thanksgiving tradition though.
I bought some Turkey breast (I didn’t really plan ahead and buy a turkey like I had been thinking, and I only found frozen ones Thursday morning when I went shopping), bought some potatoes, made a salad, bought some rolls, wine, vegetables, and stuffing mix. Cooked it all up and had a late lunch that was I called my Thanksgiving dinner. It was pretty good. I even had a Boston Cream Pie I had bought for a fundraiser at work for desert.
All in all, I think I did a good job. I spent the rest of the evening talking with Pat online. He was alone on Thanksgiving as well… and well, its good to catch up with an old friend. We did this thing where we watch a movie at the same time on our computers and chat throughout it. We watched The Expendables and The Losers, drank some beer, and chatted it up. Not as good as hanging out in person, but still makes for a good day. I talked to one of my sisters, got a text from another, and missed a phone call from the third (sorry Tiddle, I’ll call you today).
All in all I had a decent day. And you know, reflecting, I got invited to more Thanksgivings this year than any other. I think that’s a good thing, sort of means I’ve hit my niche here in Cleveland (I mean it only took two years, whatever). And I turned them down. Not that I had to, but its sort of, I don’t know, that I not resigned myself to having Thanksgiving alone, but that I looked forward to cooking, and relaxing and doing nothing. And its not that I don’t want to meet people’s families, or am afraid too (although I turn more respectable meeting parents and family for a while before I break out of my shell), but really, I just enjoyed the thought my own Thanksgiving. Also I’m not usually one to turn up unexpected (unless its Pat, I did it once and by god I’ll do it again).
But…. despite my non-family orientated Thanksgiving, it doesn’t mean that I don’t have things to give thanks for. So here is my list:
– Family (all of you, even PJ)
– My Health
– My pets (2 cats and a ferret)
– Old Friends
– New Friends
– New Music (music gets me through)
– My job
There’s more I’m sure, but it is a good list.
A Day Off…
I’ve forgotten what a day off feels like. Not the weekend. Weekends are recovery. This is a strict day off. Nothing to it. I’ve done only what i felt like. Nothing crucial. And it rocks. And leads to me to write about things I’ve intended to blog about for a while… like:
Band-aids. Hate them. Don’t even believe in them. Give me some athletic tape any day of the week. I mean come on, band-aids fall off at the slightest bend, athletic tape… that will stay on. You can even use it to brace sprains (and I have). It works wonders. Also, looks better than a band-aid any day of the week.
Work. You know what, I have nothing bad to say about work. I work a shit-ton of hours, but still wake up every morning and look forward to going to work. Even on the most stressful of days (and I have stressful days like you would not believe) I still enjoy coming to work. I like who I work with, what I do and where I work. If you don’t, well, I hope someday you find yourself in a place you enjoy coming to work like I do.
Drawing. So my sister asked for a drawing of mine for Christmas. I’m inclined to either a) scan it in (on my awesome scanner… thanks to last year Christmas) and have it blown up onto a canvas or b) work towards a larger drawing done by hand on a big piece of paper and framed. Thats not the dillema though. She asked for a neutral or happy one, which led me to thinking, are all my drawings depressing. I recently asked my friend Pat that and he said they were “mellow.” Hmmm…. I know last year, as opposed to this year, I was more depressed than I had been in a while. But even this year’s drawings seem to have that mellow tone to them that Pat described. I think it stems from the music I listen to. I’m a big lyric person, so even if its upbeat music, I focus in on what the lyrics are and go from there with my drawings. I can see that influence on my drawings.
Bunion. Ow.
Gammo. I’m getting attached to that stupid ferret. Although I did purchase her for Sarah, I’ve been her solo owner for a while. I got an e-mail from Sarah yesterday saying that she would be getting her own apartment in 3 – 4 months time and was looking forward to getting Gammo back then; and I did say she could have Gammo when she got her own place back when we broke up. It’s just been a while since I’ve heard from Sarah or thought about not having Gammo. Makes me wonder about getting a replacement pet when Sarah moves and takes Gammo. Even more so than me, Oscar (one of my cats) seems to love Gammo. They play and entertain each other every night. I don’t know if another ferret would be the same, or even if Oscar would take to another ferret like he did Gammo, but if it keeps Oscar from being as attention crazy and scratching up my furniture like her used to it’d be worth getting another ferret. I don’t know. And its still a long ways away anyway.
Sam. For the last two weeks I’ve been hanging out with Sam on a regular basis. We get along pretty well. Plus she lives in Tremont of which I’ve had little chance to explore since moving to Cleveland. (Is it me or do I look fat in pictures? I swear I’m not.)
Wine. Seriously Mim, I want some new wine to try. Just a little hint. You rock. I’ll be seeing you soon for Christmas and then later in the Spring when I come visit.
Christmas. I’m 31. I don’t really feel the need to create a Christmas list this year. To be honest I haven’t in a long while. Its not that I don’t like getting gifts. Its just that, well I’m 31. When does Christmas stop being about giving gifts. I’m not sure how it is for everyone reading this, but I don’t see my family often. Most of my family I see twice a year. And you know what, I enjoy it. It makes every time I see them important. Its not a casual family dynamic, seeing relatives (siblings, parents, nieces and nephews) is a special event. We get together in July for a family vacation and all we do is lounge and enjoy each other’s company. Why is Christmas an event where its about giving gifts. It almost takes away from the fact that we’re there to enjoy just getting together. No offense to my brothers and sisters, but I’d rather spend a gazillion dollars on my nieces and nephews than I would on you. But that’s because, I don’t know, they’re young, and I feel they might appreciate it more. And that the idea of family is that it progresses. And Wyatt, Rider, and Takara are the progression of our family right now. But I’ve been told its too late this year. I need to make a Christmas list of some sort. And I suppose that means I need to shop for everyone in my family.