I know his feet broke off, but there’s something else going on with this Santa sugar cookie I made yesterday….
Feel free to make your own assumptions.
Tag: christmas
Zippy
This year’s Christmas Tree is named Zippy.
Zippy coincedentally was the name of Aimee’s car – my mother-in-law, before she passed. Zippy still exists out there with a relative.
Zippy makes the 4th named tree we have gotten from Gale’s.
Previous years have included:
Perhaps the strangest thing about buying Christmas Trees based mostly on the name is that he price has stayed the same for 4 years straight. Go Gale’s!
Tinsel Pig is Up
Time for holiday decorations in the Charpentier-Orogvany household. Which essentially consists of a felt star and some ornaments on our Christmas Tree and putting Tinsel Pig in the window.
Tinsel Pig
I now have the ultimate Christmas Decoration. Sam surprised me with a gift after 13 hours of work yesterday.
There is a story here. For the last few years I’ve stared at Tinsel Pig on the site shelves and said or been told wait until it’s on sale after Christmas. And every year it sells out before Christmas.
So to come home to find Tinsel Pig in my window made my night.
Last Day of Winter Break
SoI don’t even really remember many winter breaks when I was younger. I don’t remember what I did (except those three when I wrestled… I didn’t eat those winter breaks. I know that.). I assume it was child-like things such as sledding, snowman making, and other nonsense. But don’t quote me on it.
So this one was filled with a week at home with my parents, sisters, brother, nephews, niece and friend (I only put one down, because he’s the only one… that I’m aware of… that was home). But I got a few new games (Swish is amazing, Array is pretty good too) and spent several nights drinking wine and playing games with my family. It was awesome, it was what I want when I go home, play time with the nephews and niece, and game time with the family and friends.
I got home a few days ago and Sam and I have been in ‘extreme lounge mode’. We’ve been watching tv, reading, cooking homemade meals with new recipes, cleaning, and working on puzzles. We put one 1,000 piece puzzle together, and are working on a second. Its fun minutia and I like it.
So here I am, last day of break. Lets see what is on my task list for today:
- Dishes (Done)
- Laundry
- Take out Christmas tree
- Write new blog post (Done)
- Draw
- Read
- Scoop Cat Poop (Done)
- Print out SLO’s
- Review and take notes on SLO’s
- Put Clothes Away
- Tell Landlord about slow draining bath tub
- Sweep
- Vacuum
Alright, not a horrible long list. Half of that I can get done in the next hour. Christmas Tree is next. We need to get rid of it in order to tell our landlord about our tub. I took a bath last night and when I got out the tub half drained and then stopped to a slow drain. It took, I am assuming, about three to four hours to drain. It was most full and draining was l to the eye or able to be felt by the hand (putting your hand by the drain to feel suction). So yes, tree first.
Oh… and I need to clip my fingernails. I clipped them a week ago, less than a week ago, and they need it again. Stupid healthy fast growing fingernails.
So now I’ll find some good music to play that will provide energy and get started on the day.
Christmas
I bought Sam’s Christmas present about two weeks ago off of eBay.
It came in last Monday and I went down to the office to pick it up (all of our packages go to the apartment office to be held). Its a pretty big package. Holly, our building manager, had let me know it was there.
I pick it up and Holly asks what it is. I tell her its Sam’s Christmas present.
Holly’s exact words are: “But that’s way too big to be a ring.”
Holly loves us. We’re good tenants, we pay on time, we don’t bitch about small things, and we stop by and chat with her often. She always tells us we’re some of her favorite tenants and from the excitement in her voice when she sees I can tell its true.
“When are you going to do it? I can’t wait because you two are some of my favorite people!”
I tell her eventually to end this part of the conversation.
You see, its not that I don’t love Sam. I do. And its not like I’m going any where. I’m not. However I’m not sure marriage is important to me. Well I know its not. Its such a religious thing in my mind. And I’m not religious. Sam feels the same way. If marriage were a governmental thing without any religious twinge, I may feel differently. And I know you can get married without a church, or any religious institution, but living in the era of constant politics has made marriage a religious institution.
When religion is used as a basis to deny two people the opportunity to get married, I don’t care to get married. Period. That’s it. That’s how I feel about marriage. If the government changed the laws so that marriage wasn’t the word they used, instead it was civil union for everyone. Then yeah, lets get a civil union. Let religions have the word marriage, under the books and law it will be called civil union. Sam and I have joked about that. Civil Union. But regardless of what is said a Civil Union is not the same as a Marriage, and having two words to mean one thing during governmental law automatically makes them not equal. It has that feel. Only we, the right folk, can have this word. All you people we don’t like what you are doing, you get to have this word over here. Don’t worry, it’s exactly the same thing as our word when it comes to laws and rights, but its not our word. You can’t have that word.
I need a good happy relationship. Marriage, that’s like an end game, or a turning point in a relationship. I don’t need a relationship with turning points. I just want a good relationship that keeps growing. And ours does.
And Sam, and myself, are happy with our relationship.
Cause its a great one.