I have issues...
I do, it's true.
Especially this time of year. I'm not Scrooge-like at all. It's not a bah humbug type of issue I have with Christmas.
No...my issues are the following:
With decorating:
I tend to be a perfectionist. Christmas decorations are anything but perfect at any given time. Therefore, to save myself a few headaches, I'm not big on the decorating.
With gifts:
Again with the perfectionist thing...there is no such thing as me wrapping a present perfectly. This causes me frustration.
My mother used to find it funny to watch me wrap presents. My mother is an evil person.
(She's not really, she's lovely and I love her very very much...but she's evil when it comes to laughing at me as I get frustrated when wrapping gifts.)
So, what do I do today when I get home from work?
I put up the Christmas tree...yes, I did.
Granted it's one of those small fibre optic trees (and I put no other decorations on it), but that's a big deal for me. Because...you know...the branches have to be spaced just so and everything. (And they're really, REALLY not...I'm trying not to think about it too much right now.)
And...I wrapped El's presents and put them under the tree.
Explain something to me.
Why is it that every year I'm wrapping presents and there's like a ton of tape on the roll...and then when I get to the LAST fold on the LAST present...the tape runs out???
It's not like I use massive amounts of tape or anything.
Anyway, it's all done.
And I have this feeling that El straightened her hair today.
Why do I have this feeling?
The hair straightening tools are on the bed.
I have nothing against straight hair, mine's not exactly curly or anything. And I have nothing against straight hair on her. It's just...
She has these beautiful, natural spiral curls...and I love them.
And I have this feeling that she's going to come home in about an hour or so...and she'll have no curls.
Pictures were taken at the Christmas get-together thing on Friday. They were sent to me.
There's one of El and I that turned out very well...though...
It never ceases to amaze me how much I look like a Native American (not allowed to call them Indians, you know) when I smile and laugh. I guess it shouldn't surprise me...my great, great grandmother was a full-blooded Apache...and there's Cherokee sprinkled around as well.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing at all...it just surprises me because I don't really see it unless I'm smiling or laughing. Weird...
But that with my mood eyes and I'm doubly weird.
Kinda like mood rings, but I can never take 'em off. 'Cause, you know...they're my eyes.
Apparently, I'm in a good mood at the moment because they're green. Green means happy. Brown with goldish flecks...borderline. Brown to dark brown...varying levels of not so happy. Nearly black...please don't talk to me because I don't want to go to jail for murder or anything.
See? Mood eyes.
Scarily accurate mood eyes. Much more accurate than rings.
*LOL*
Especially this time of year. I'm not Scrooge-like at all. It's not a bah humbug type of issue I have with Christmas.
No...my issues are the following:
With decorating:
I tend to be a perfectionist. Christmas decorations are anything but perfect at any given time. Therefore, to save myself a few headaches, I'm not big on the decorating.
With gifts:
Again with the perfectionist thing...there is no such thing as me wrapping a present perfectly. This causes me frustration.
My mother used to find it funny to watch me wrap presents. My mother is an evil person.
(She's not really, she's lovely and I love her very very much...but she's evil when it comes to laughing at me as I get frustrated when wrapping gifts.)
So, what do I do today when I get home from work?
I put up the Christmas tree...yes, I did.
Granted it's one of those small fibre optic trees (and I put no other decorations on it), but that's a big deal for me. Because...you know...the branches have to be spaced just so and everything. (And they're really, REALLY not...I'm trying not to think about it too much right now.)
And...I wrapped El's presents and put them under the tree.
Explain something to me.
Why is it that every year I'm wrapping presents and there's like a ton of tape on the roll...and then when I get to the LAST fold on the LAST present...the tape runs out???
It's not like I use massive amounts of tape or anything.
Anyway, it's all done.
And I have this feeling that El straightened her hair today.
Why do I have this feeling?
The hair straightening tools are on the bed.
I have nothing against straight hair, mine's not exactly curly or anything. And I have nothing against straight hair on her. It's just...
She has these beautiful, natural spiral curls...and I love them.
And I have this feeling that she's going to come home in about an hour or so...and she'll have no curls.
Pictures were taken at the Christmas get-together thing on Friday. They were sent to me.
There's one of El and I that turned out very well...though...
It never ceases to amaze me how much I look like a Native American (not allowed to call them Indians, you know) when I smile and laugh. I guess it shouldn't surprise me...my great, great grandmother was a full-blooded Apache...and there's Cherokee sprinkled around as well.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing at all...it just surprises me because I don't really see it unless I'm smiling or laughing. Weird...
But that with my mood eyes and I'm doubly weird.
Kinda like mood rings, but I can never take 'em off. 'Cause, you know...they're my eyes.
Apparently, I'm in a good mood at the moment because they're green. Green means happy. Brown with goldish flecks...borderline. Brown to dark brown...varying levels of not so happy. Nearly black...please don't talk to me because I don't want to go to jail for murder or anything.
See? Mood eyes.
Scarily accurate mood eyes. Much more accurate than rings.
*LOL*