Christmas
I know I haven't posted in a while bloggers, but to be entirely honest, I've not been wanting to smash the Christmas spirit. Until yesterday, I was in a bit of a funk. In other words, I was stuck, and didn't know how to get out of the hole that had been dug for me. I was lost, edgy, and confused, hurting, sad, and lonely. I had no idea how to get my childlike Christmas joy back, and had lost all sense of hope. I didn't really want to post with all the doom and gloom floating around in my head. And then my sister happened.
Author and I are sisters of a sort. Its the easiest way of explaining our relationship. We fight like sisters, we love like sisters, and we get each other out of their funks like sisters. And boy howdy did she pull me out of mine. By the hair of my scalp. May Abba always bless her for being able to do what no one else can. Now as you hear this story remember, she hates shopping, but clothes shopping is considered a success if no one bleeds, and shoe shopping a success if no one dies.
A few days ago we decided that we needed to finish our shopping, and decorating the house. Friday was the only day that we both had off and were able to go. I have been decidedly edgy and not pleasant to be around and rather wanting to just not go. Apparently that was no allowed, as my sister nearly dragged me to get dressed, and get ready to go. She then promptly stuffed me in my car and we drove off to the mall. Once at the mall we happened to find a parking space that wasn't to far off the beaten path, and ran in to get out of the rain that has become a constant drizzle. We wandered through the mall looking for the finishing touches to our presents. In the midst of it all, Author realized that she had to get a new outfit for a Christmas party for work she is attending. So off to Romy it was. We meandered in the store with one of the sales ladies whipping clothes in front of us for her, and finally managed to get into a dressing room and leave the crazy lady behind. I found a few other pieces of clothing that I thought she might like. She fell in love with a cute deep green cami, and a white skirt. No one bled so we called it a success. Of course we knew that new shoes were now in order to go with the outfit. It couldn't be just any pair of shoes. They needed to be sparkly, silver or black, open toed, and low heels. After three stores, we found the perfect pair. Sliver base, with rhinestones glittering on the straps, and a low heel that she could balance in without killing herself. No one died, or even bled, and it was almost painless. We called it a huge success.
Then nearly passing out because of low blood sugar, we hit Olive Garden for a delicious repast. While we ate, we enjoyed being able to chat about things that we don't normally get a chance to. It was a delight to be able to get somethings off my chest, and out in the open. Things that I didn't even realize that I needed to say.
Once we finished, and paid, we were off to Fred Meyer for stocking stuffers, and the last of the presents. That was a blast. My mother in law called and asked if we could pick up a few things for her. As she is just out of hip surgery, we figured good daughters status was in order. We had a kick in the pants picking out stuff for Dad. Then it was homeward bound for us. We came home to a disaster of a house, that by the time we finished with it, was bedecked in holiday cheer, and almost completely clean. I was terribly excited.
So, bloggers, that is why family is important. When you are down, they pick you up, or at least drag you to your feet by your hair if you need it. No matter what, I can always count on family to do that for me.
So, MERRY CHRISTMAS BLOGGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Author and I are sisters of a sort. Its the easiest way of explaining our relationship. We fight like sisters, we love like sisters, and we get each other out of their funks like sisters. And boy howdy did she pull me out of mine. By the hair of my scalp. May Abba always bless her for being able to do what no one else can. Now as you hear this story remember, she hates shopping, but clothes shopping is considered a success if no one bleeds, and shoe shopping a success if no one dies.
A few days ago we decided that we needed to finish our shopping, and decorating the house. Friday was the only day that we both had off and were able to go. I have been decidedly edgy and not pleasant to be around and rather wanting to just not go. Apparently that was no allowed, as my sister nearly dragged me to get dressed, and get ready to go. She then promptly stuffed me in my car and we drove off to the mall. Once at the mall we happened to find a parking space that wasn't to far off the beaten path, and ran in to get out of the rain that has become a constant drizzle. We wandered through the mall looking for the finishing touches to our presents. In the midst of it all, Author realized that she had to get a new outfit for a Christmas party for work she is attending. So off to Romy it was. We meandered in the store with one of the sales ladies whipping clothes in front of us for her, and finally managed to get into a dressing room and leave the crazy lady behind. I found a few other pieces of clothing that I thought she might like. She fell in love with a cute deep green cami, and a white skirt. No one bled so we called it a success. Of course we knew that new shoes were now in order to go with the outfit. It couldn't be just any pair of shoes. They needed to be sparkly, silver or black, open toed, and low heels. After three stores, we found the perfect pair. Sliver base, with rhinestones glittering on the straps, and a low heel that she could balance in without killing herself. No one died, or even bled, and it was almost painless. We called it a huge success.
Then nearly passing out because of low blood sugar, we hit Olive Garden for a delicious repast. While we ate, we enjoyed being able to chat about things that we don't normally get a chance to. It was a delight to be able to get somethings off my chest, and out in the open. Things that I didn't even realize that I needed to say.
Once we finished, and paid, we were off to Fred Meyer for stocking stuffers, and the last of the presents. That was a blast. My mother in law called and asked if we could pick up a few things for her. As she is just out of hip surgery, we figured good daughters status was in order. We had a kick in the pants picking out stuff for Dad. Then it was homeward bound for us. We came home to a disaster of a house, that by the time we finished with it, was bedecked in holiday cheer, and almost completely clean. I was terribly excited.
So, bloggers, that is why family is important. When you are down, they pick you up, or at least drag you to your feet by your hair if you need it. No matter what, I can always count on family to do that for me.
So, MERRY CHRISTMAS BLOGGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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