I have mostly been a lurker on this site, enjoying your wit and candor. Your post today has me feeling compelled to say something.
I know there is nothing I can say to change the way you feel. But please know there are many people out here that you touch with your words and experiences.
Although my not wishing for Christmas to come is far different from yours, I too have those close my eyes and pray its all over feelings inside. -My husband leaves for the desert in mid Feb, again, and I know this time he is likely going to a more dangerous place than the last time, with a more dangerous job than the last time.
I am sending loads of hugs your way. I hope it helps in some small way.
I usually read don’t comment. I am really feeling you on this. You will get through this Holiday season take it one day at a time. (((Watchdog))) Sending much love your way.
Not for the same reasons, but I’m not looking forward to this holiday bombardment either. I want to be on the other side of it. No words of encouragement, other than one day at a time and order your smokes online.
I wish for just one day I could carry the load for you. Just one day. And I think I’d pick Christmas.
I hate the holiday season- people are the biggest asses during this time of year. And they mulitply
One day at a time seems to be the theme of these comments. No better advice was ever given. Remember to breathe and keep counting those days, it will be done with soon enough. *hugs*
Great love and great achievement involve great risk ~ Dalai Lama
I am such a party-pooper. The Winter Solstice does not and has not fallen on December 25th of our present calendar. It falls on either December 20th, 21st or 22nd.
Silly test-maker. She must make certain qualifications… like “According to the Julian calendar what holiday fell on December 25th before CHristmas?”
I think it is a testament to your ability to see the meaning in some old ordinary idiot.
Wanna come to Egypt with me? It won’t be very Christmasy over there.
If I could fast forward past the next couple weeks for you, I would.
{{{Hugs}}}
20 days?! *Heart attack* Fuck, I need to get my cards out! Cuz that’s all anyones getting. Why does this holiday just go on and on and on...I wish it was, like, May Day or Veteran’s Day, one damn little day and it’s over. It’s kinda stupid.
Maybe could you look forward to the New Year?
Allison- Thanks for “de-lurking” and for your words of encouragement. Also know that as both a 9/11 survivor and an American, I am grateful for the service your husband performs… and undoubtedly your dedication that enables him to do so. Both of you will be in my thoughts… thank you.
Nursegirl- Is this de-lurker day and no one told me?
Thanks for the hugs and the love… and yeah, one day at a time… although I wish I could be like Hiro and just fast forward a bit, that won’t heal the wound, so why try to avoid it.
Poppy- I would order my smokes online… but they hit Miss Ann for like a gazillion dollars in sales tax last year… and I’m not feeling dealing with that either. I know… I’m a sloth.
Britt- Thanks, but I would never let you do that… I
you for offering… instead… just smile when they’re up at 3am… and keep it your secret.
Christie- People are like that in general… but during the holidays they’re kinda like the Magwi from Gremlins… especially now with Broadway back up and running. Ugh.
Soda- Wait! You mean I have the breathe too??? Damn. I knew I was forgetting something.
Luin- So your calling me old, aren’t you? Yeah… I know… just waiting for that Social Security Check.
Girl Dislocated- While I always said I would never drop the opportunity to see a Seventh Wonder of the World… and I could think of no one else I’d rather see it with (since I know you have the inside scoop and all on the local cuisine as to whats safe and not safe… like goats balls not safe… and lamb balls are… kinda… sorta stuff), I’ll have to pass. Maybe next year… if I get a passport.
Annie- Yeah… I want this year over… hell, I’ve wanted it over since the summer… but the problem is there really is no guarantee next year will be better… although I will get new I HEART BROOKLYN GIRLS and GIRLS OF EMS calendars…
“In each of us two natures are at war… the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, but one of them must conquer. In our own hands lies the power to choose. What we want most to be we are.” – Dr. Henry Jekyll
You know babe, every time I post a “I want to shake the shit out of my kids” rant and you post, or I think of you, I want to disappear back into the floor.
But I don’t. I hug the crap out of them and think of you and yours instead.
Hugs are good.
So is tickling.
Just sayin’.
“In each of us two natures are at war… the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, but one of them must conquer. In our own hands lies the power to choose. What we want most to be we are.” – Dr. Henry Jekyll
Okay, I have an admission to make. I love Christmas with big pink puffy hearts...but I’m not feeling it this year. I don’t know why either. I mean, at least you have a valid reason for not looking forward to the fat fucking man in red...I have no excuse.
You’re always welcome here in San Francisco if you need to get away. We’ll go to Chinatown and get some sketchy Chinese food and then go over to North Beach for some Italian food and watch the idiot wind surfers get blown away....and then we’ll go down by the wharf and have some cioppino and all the dungeness crab a person can eat.
I’ll take you to the worst place EVER....the California cuisine restaurants in downtown San Francisco. What? You don’t like foam? Avocado and sprouts on everything? Vegetarian fare so bad that will make you want to go out and eat an entire cow raw?
Maybe then we can go someplace cool like Alcatraz...or go see Coit tower.
And then we can go to the wine country and drink our way through Napa. Then we can hit up the cheese makers and eat cheese ‘til our stomachs hurt. AND THEN we’ll go back to San Francisco for Irish coffees at the place where they first made Irish coffees. (Though I won’t be drinking one because I’d rather have my skin pulled off than to drink coffee.)
And then you can come home to my house and play with Teddy. He’ll LOVE you. I mean, can it get any better than Teddy? Seriously?
No, I was calling the test maker some old idiot. Cause he/she was. And you made sense of his/her idiocy.
Learn to take a compliment! Jeez!
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