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Dec. 19th, 2011
That real life update.
Dec. 19th, 2011 08:43 pmI did promise another entry and since I'm currently doing utterly nothing other than finding videos of deployed soldiers lip syncing to Christmas songs in an adorably over the top way, I figure now seems like a good time.
Though really? not all that much going on.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 and I have more or less finished shopping for the kiddos, I still have to find a present for my nephew and something for the Christmas grab bag that we're doing instead of giving each other presents (thank fuck; ow, my budget). Dad's present has been purchased early this year and will probably arrive at the house earlier than I will. cell23's present for birthday/anniversary/Christmas/engagement has been delayed a bit, but it's a long cold January ahead and Christmas doesn't technically end until, oh, Epiphany, right? lol. Nah, I'm not worried about it. He's grumpy about me even getting him something anyway, and I find that strangely satisfying all in itself.
It's finally decided to nut up and get all wintry up in Massachusetts, and everyone is grouchy about it, which I also find amusing. Hello, it's December, it's supposed to be 20 degrees at night now because it's, um, WINTER? but noooo, we get spoiled for three weeks of 40+ degree weather and suddenly everyone's turned into delicate little flowers and forgotten how to deal with a little cold. I'm a little guilty of this myself, as I'm not handling the cold well this year owing to losing much of my natural insulation, and unfortunately my primary way of dealing with cold is hibernation so I've been tired a lot lately and have been taking a lot of unplanned naps. Not a good year for my electric blanket/heating pad to give up the ghost. :( may have to replace that so I can quit acting like a heat sucking vampire at night, thoughcell23's pretty resigned to his new role as my space heater.
In contrast to this time a year ago, instead of accepting places in three running tabletop groups, all but Geist have essentially ended although the Sunday gang is still meeting to watch DVDs, which means I have to find some time to catch up on Supernatural so I'm not totally lost. :) But yeah,avalon616's epic tier campaign ended earlier this month, which pretty much just leaves Geist. I'm okay with that. 3 games at once, even if one is biweekly and the other is very forgiving of your frequent absences, is a wee bit much. That said, I had a lot of fun this year playing them and thank all of my DM/ST/GL's for their work and efforts. Also the Sunday Gang need a special shoutout for the shared holiday goodness yesterday. Such a lovely party. Actually this whole weekend's been a whirlwind of social, between the aforementioned party, verbena76's and aersi's holiday gather on Saturday, and the informal game gathering at avalon616's after the Sunday game party, where I was introduced to and fell in love with Dixit. That is a... gorgeous... game.
I'm going home to NY for the holiday on Wednesday. While there's a fair amount of the usual wibble and DNW present, I find that I'm actually looking forward to Christmas. First of all it's at the house. Where it freaking belongs. I love going to people's houses, and having to get the house cleaned up/prepped for an onslaught of Brownes is a massive chore, and Dad, bless him, makes it more so by getting underfoot and meddling and fussing and, well, being Dad. But despite all that there is something about going HOME for the holidays that's making me happy somewhere in my core. Plus, I'd kill for a poster sized print of Fifth Avenue or Times Square or Rockefeller Center at Christmas, because Christmastime is honestly the best time to be in and see the city. I suppose I could take the Hatemonger with me and make that happen...
Course my inner squee is tempered by the fact that I'm going to have to talk about wedding shit. A lot. Aiiiich.
Anyway, I'll be in NY from Wednesday night until Ass-o'clock Tuesday morning. Owing to the colleges being closed, I have next week off at the store, which'll give me a nice chance to catch up on Sqwrrl and Job #1 work (not to mention scrub my house). No plans for New Year's as yet as for the first time in recent memory the Squirekids seem to be scattering to the four winds for New Years Eve. Eh, I don't care where I end up as long as I'm within kissing distance of my sweetie at midnight. Not much of a requirement, that. Debating whether to cook up some black-eyed peas this year too. I could use the extra good fortune they symbolize, but goddamn, black eyed peas be some nasty shit. Anyone know any recipes that make them, well, not be nasty shit?
We are hitting that point in December when things are turning. The longest nights are upon us, and after this the sun returns. Christmas. New Years. The old year is dying, y'all, and a new one is waiting to take over. (That sentence unfortunately called to mind today's announcement of Kim Jong Il's death... and also cell23's wild theory that around Christmas the North Korean media is going to release a statement that the Dear Leader has returned after triumphing fearlessly over Death. It'd be funny, except I wouldn't put it past North Korea.) I get introspective and shit about the setbacks and accomplishments of the year. Considering how bleak the first four months of 2011 were, I'm actually kinda impressed with how it kinda pulled itself out over the summer to end up if not fantastic, certainly not despair-triggering terrible. I have hopes for 2012, doomsday prophesies aside. (Oh no! the mayan calendar ends! That means we have to get a new one! Maybe not the one with the pinup poster of Ixquic in a maize bikini this time?)
I have four goals for 2012. Take better care of myself, take better care of my finances, make sqwrrl awesome, get this wedding nonsense over with. It doesn't seem like a lot, but I have a fantastic habit of biting off way more than I can chew (hence the constant complaints of to-do lists eating me), so I want to keep it reasonable.
All right, I should find something real and actually productive to do, even if my entire being is screaming that I should go take a nap. On second thought, maybe a nap IS productive? Hmmm.
Though really? not all that much going on.
cell23 and I have more or less finished shopping for the kiddos, I still have to find a present for my nephew and something for the Christmas grab bag that we're doing instead of giving each other presents (thank fuck; ow, my budget). Dad's present has been purchased early this year and will probably arrive at the house earlier than I will. cell23's present for birthday/anniversary/Christmas/engagement has been delayed a bit, but it's a long cold January ahead and Christmas doesn't technically end until, oh, Epiphany, right? lol. Nah, I'm not worried about it. He's grumpy about me even getting him something anyway, and I find that strangely satisfying all in itself.It's finally decided to nut up and get all wintry up in Massachusetts, and everyone is grouchy about it, which I also find amusing. Hello, it's December, it's supposed to be 20 degrees at night now because it's, um, WINTER? but noooo, we get spoiled for three weeks of 40+ degree weather and suddenly everyone's turned into delicate little flowers and forgotten how to deal with a little cold. I'm a little guilty of this myself, as I'm not handling the cold well this year owing to losing much of my natural insulation, and unfortunately my primary way of dealing with cold is hibernation so I've been tired a lot lately and have been taking a lot of unplanned naps. Not a good year for my electric blanket/heating pad to give up the ghost. :( may have to replace that so I can quit acting like a heat sucking vampire at night, though
cell23's pretty resigned to his new role as my space heater.In contrast to this time a year ago, instead of accepting places in three running tabletop groups, all but Geist have essentially ended although the Sunday gang is still meeting to watch DVDs, which means I have to find some time to catch up on Supernatural so I'm not totally lost. :) But yeah,
avalon616's epic tier campaign ended earlier this month, which pretty much just leaves Geist. I'm okay with that. 3 games at once, even if one is biweekly and the other is very forgiving of your frequent absences, is a wee bit much. That said, I had a lot of fun this year playing them and thank all of my DM/ST/GL's for their work and efforts. Also the Sunday Gang need a special shoutout for the shared holiday goodness yesterday. Such a lovely party. Actually this whole weekend's been a whirlwind of social, between the aforementioned party, verbena76's and aersi's holiday gather on Saturday, and the informal game gathering at avalon616's after the Sunday game party, where I was introduced to and fell in love with Dixit. That is a... gorgeous... game.I'm going home to NY for the holiday on Wednesday. While there's a fair amount of the usual wibble and DNW present, I find that I'm actually looking forward to Christmas. First of all it's at the house. Where it freaking belongs. I love going to people's houses, and having to get the house cleaned up/prepped for an onslaught of Brownes is a massive chore, and Dad, bless him, makes it more so by getting underfoot and meddling and fussing and, well, being Dad. But despite all that there is something about going HOME for the holidays that's making me happy somewhere in my core. Plus, I'd kill for a poster sized print of Fifth Avenue or Times Square or Rockefeller Center at Christmas, because Christmastime is honestly the best time to be in and see the city. I suppose I could take the Hatemonger with me and make that happen...
Course my inner squee is tempered by the fact that I'm going to have to talk about wedding shit. A lot. Aiiiich.
Anyway, I'll be in NY from Wednesday night until Ass-o'clock Tuesday morning. Owing to the colleges being closed, I have next week off at the store, which'll give me a nice chance to catch up on Sqwrrl and Job #1 work (not to mention scrub my house). No plans for New Year's as yet as for the first time in recent memory the Squirekids seem to be scattering to the four winds for New Years Eve. Eh, I don't care where I end up as long as I'm within kissing distance of my sweetie at midnight. Not much of a requirement, that. Debating whether to cook up some black-eyed peas this year too. I could use the extra good fortune they symbolize, but goddamn, black eyed peas be some nasty shit. Anyone know any recipes that make them, well, not be nasty shit?
We are hitting that point in December when things are turning. The longest nights are upon us, and after this the sun returns. Christmas. New Years. The old year is dying, y'all, and a new one is waiting to take over. (That sentence unfortunately called to mind today's announcement of Kim Jong Il's death... and also cell23's wild theory that around Christmas the North Korean media is going to release a statement that the Dear Leader has returned after triumphing fearlessly over Death. It'd be funny, except I wouldn't put it past North Korea.) I get introspective and shit about the setbacks and accomplishments of the year. Considering how bleak the first four months of 2011 were, I'm actually kinda impressed with how it kinda pulled itself out over the summer to end up if not fantastic, certainly not despair-triggering terrible. I have hopes for 2012, doomsday prophesies aside. (Oh no! the mayan calendar ends! That means we have to get a new one! Maybe not the one with the pinup poster of Ixquic in a maize bikini this time?)
I have four goals for 2012. Take better care of myself, take better care of my finances, make sqwrrl awesome, get this wedding nonsense over with. It doesn't seem like a lot, but I have a fantastic habit of biting off way more than I can chew (hence the constant complaints of to-do lists eating me), so I want to keep it reasonable.
All right, I should find something real and actually productive to do, even if my entire being is screaming that I should go take a nap. On second thought, maybe a nap IS productive? Hmmm.
