Thank God.
Not sure why I feel this way, but I do.
I guess its because I had Christmas with my son a couple weeks ago - and Christmas with the roomie is very different indeed.
His son did come over Christmas Eve and we opened gifts that night. Don't care for it that way, but its what they wanted to do. I got his son a new guitar case, a case for his Wii and a few other things. I got the roomie some dvd's, cd's, $50 Itunes card, camera case and tripod, some clothes (his annual sweatshirt) and a rotozip (he wanted it!!). Oh - and his hot dog toaster. That's right - a hot dog toaster. It cost the least of anything and he loves it more than anything. (And it works, we tried it last night.)
I got a new computer (insert HUGE grin here) with a 22" wide screen monitor (insert even BIGGER grin here!). So, the roomie did good. He even got me a remote control for my new camera. That will come in handy.
So, since I am off work til January 2nd (jealous??) I have been working on transferring files etc to the new computer, loading software and all that fun stuff.
Oh...and trying to figure out this Vista stuff.
I think Microsoft decided to play some games with us with this software. It hides stuff.
Seriously.
But, I'll get used to it.
After all, I've got 22" of wide screen in front of me to find stuff :)
Merry Christmas :)
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
A Haircut and Dinner...with my sister
Last night was a big first for me.
My sister Pat and I met after work. I took her to see the lady who cuts my hair and we both got haircuts. It was fun. Trish, the lady who cuts my hair, seemed to enjoy it as Pat has the real kinky curly hair that I fight - she doesn't. So, when we left there Pat had curls everywhere and mine was straight as a stick.
We left there and went to dinner. Just the two of us.
I loved every minute of it.
See, Pat is a little older than I. 8 years to be exact. She got married when I was just ten, so we never really had a chance to get close like a lot of sisters do.
Life took us in different directions. She was a stay at home Mom for years and years. Taking care of all her boys and loving it. Me? A single Mom who has worked since my son was 15 months old - wishing I could stay home with my boy.
When our Mom had her stroke in 2003, she once again moved in with Pat and her family. And, Pat has taken care of her well. They take Mom to her needed doctor appointments and everything else. And, raising an 84 year old little ole Greek woman is not an easy task. Yet, Pat and her hubby have done this.
So, my little thank you to her was to treat her to a hair cut. Then she treated to dinner (it was cheaper so she made out!!!) (ohcome on...I am teasing!!). We sat and talked - and talked - and talked.
When I dropped her back at her car we hugged. I told her I love her. Because I do.
And, we have made plans to do this again.
I can't wait. :)
My sister Pat and I met after work. I took her to see the lady who cuts my hair and we both got haircuts. It was fun. Trish, the lady who cuts my hair, seemed to enjoy it as Pat has the real kinky curly hair that I fight - she doesn't. So, when we left there Pat had curls everywhere and mine was straight as a stick.
We left there and went to dinner. Just the two of us.
I loved every minute of it.
See, Pat is a little older than I. 8 years to be exact. She got married when I was just ten, so we never really had a chance to get close like a lot of sisters do.
Life took us in different directions. She was a stay at home Mom for years and years. Taking care of all her boys and loving it. Me? A single Mom who has worked since my son was 15 months old - wishing I could stay home with my boy.
When our Mom had her stroke in 2003, she once again moved in with Pat and her family. And, Pat has taken care of her well. They take Mom to her needed doctor appointments and everything else. And, raising an 84 year old little ole Greek woman is not an easy task. Yet, Pat and her hubby have done this.
So, my little thank you to her was to treat her to a hair cut. Then she treated to dinner (it was cheaper so she made out!!!) (ohcome on...I am teasing!!). We sat and talked - and talked - and talked.
When I dropped her back at her car we hugged. I told her I love her. Because I do.
And, we have made plans to do this again.
I can't wait. :)
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Memories....
I am sitting here just trying to think of something, anything to write about.
Its funny how sometimes an idea hits, you need and want to write it down so bad yet you have no computer available or even a piece of paper to write the idea down...
So you don't forget....
And by the time you find that paper, or get to a computer - the idea is gone.
arggghhhhh
Where in the hell did it go???? Are there little martians out there collecting our thoughts as we get older? Do they just find this little pocket in our brain and hide, sitting there laughing at us because we can't find them?
It's almost like putting your glasses down somewhere and then searching blindly though the house later to find them - only to discover them on top of your head.
I said almost...
I get frustrated. I have always prided myself on my memory. And, to be honest its still very good - but, there is this thing in life called stress and sometimes, just sometimes that stress makes you forget.
Yea, that's it - its stresses fault!! Ha ha!!
It has nothing to do with the fact that I will turn 53 next week! (silent arrrghhh inserted here)....
Yes! It's due to stress.
Maybe I need a vacation.
Well, of course I do, but I doubt we'll be going anywhere anytime soon since the roomie bought the house.
Ohoh...I feel stressed....
What was I writing about again?
Its funny how sometimes an idea hits, you need and want to write it down so bad yet you have no computer available or even a piece of paper to write the idea down...
So you don't forget....
And by the time you find that paper, or get to a computer - the idea is gone.
arggghhhhh
Where in the hell did it go???? Are there little martians out there collecting our thoughts as we get older? Do they just find this little pocket in our brain and hide, sitting there laughing at us because we can't find them?
It's almost like putting your glasses down somewhere and then searching blindly though the house later to find them - only to discover them on top of your head.
I said almost...
I get frustrated. I have always prided myself on my memory. And, to be honest its still very good - but, there is this thing in life called stress and sometimes, just sometimes that stress makes you forget.
Yea, that's it - its stresses fault!! Ha ha!!
It has nothing to do with the fact that I will turn 53 next week! (silent arrrghhh inserted here)....
Yes! It's due to stress.
Maybe I need a vacation.
Well, of course I do, but I doubt we'll be going anywhere anytime soon since the roomie bought the house.
Ohoh...I feel stressed....
What was I writing about again?
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