Hmmmm... let's see if I remember how to do this "blogging" thing. Yes, I've been MIA for a few days. I'm good at giving excuses and could give you a buttload (and a few doozies), but I won't, I will just let you know what I've done instead of blogging...
I have begun my Christmas shopping and am loving "window" shopping (at least that's what I tell my husband it is!) I bought my husband a very cool MP3 player (no, he doesn't read my blog) and have been spending my computer time downloading all of his favorites onto it. He is not technologically inclined, so I'm leaving nothing to chance. I'm putting his favorite music on it and giving it to him ready to go. It also holds videos, but I'm afraid that may be a slippery slope (meaning, I may not actually give it to him and just keep it for myself)- so I'm not even going there.
Today was the first time I've been in a mall, probably since last Christmas. I'm not a big mall goer, but this is the best time to go! All the gorgeous Christmas decorations, music, smells- I LOVE CHRISTMAS- and no human resource department's going to get me down, damn it!
Beebs and I were killing time walking through Cabela's looking at a taxidermied (don't think that's a word) wolf with a bunny in it's mouth (just another of the beautiful sights of Christmas here in the Midwest!) I was curious what she would say about it: awww, look at the poor bunny or why is that wolf eating the bunny... Nope... instead..."Look at the German Shepherd playing with the bunny."
Completely unrelated: my 7 year old (8 years old tomorrow) has her First Reconciliation tonight. For non- Catholics: a rite of passage where they can screw up and then get their sins forgiven- no, not really! It's just the first time they get to confess their sins- a passage, if you will, into an age of responsibility for what you do.
I will probably go to confession, as well tonight. Yep, it may very well be a long night.
Forgive me father for I have sinned. My last confession was when my 9 year old daughter had her First Reconciliation- yeah, sorry about that. I yell and scream and curse and am very uptight. I've told my husband that I haven't spent a dime on Christmas yet even though I've spent a little more than a dime. When my husband was in the hospital, I thought of it as a break for me (I'm assuming that there is something wrong with that). I don't bring my kids to Church every week and have used many excuses that are all true! I've thought very bad thoughts about the Human Resources Department at my husband's work. I'm probably not as grateful for everything I have and am really sorry about that.