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There's been a lot to say.
Christmas Day was wonderful. I've decided not to celebrate it anymore, but it's fun all the same. And think of my kids, with Hanukkah with one family, Christmas with another, Solstice with Mom, New Year's with me. That will be cool. We had a nice festive time up by Tahoe. I got monies and Trent made me this awesome teddy bear. It's dark green, has a little cape of leprechaun hats, and its face looks evil. I love the rules of picking a name out of a hat and having to hand make something; it's the only time I will ever get a 17-yr-old boy make me a teddy bear. I named him potoin, after the nasiest Irish moonshine. He's a cute evil bear. :)
Then we did Christmas with Steve, which was more rowdy because this one had alcohol (Tahoe party is all Mormons)! Now, I only hear Josh speak a couple of sentences a year, which are ridiculous things, but he says them very seriously. However, now I have finally seen him drunk. He screamed obsenities at Travis in a fight over who worked harder, made very perverse jokes and would suddenly start talking about when they were 7 or something. It was hilarious. Taylor seemed okay but just giggled a lot. We were having a good time and I didn't want to go but finally had to bail to get some sleep.
Wednesday drove home where I had a lovely time as usual. Aunt Debbie and Uncle Doug came to visit as well, and we had yummy food and funny stories (Dad's and Doug's conversations are legendarily hilarious), went to the local bar for some bluegrass, and ran around Mendocino, where Mom bought us matching Tibetan rings. Art galleries are hard for me; I find a million gorgeous, handmade things, none of which I could ever hope to afford. Someday, someday. Maybe not the $15,000 table, but perhaps the $80 yin and yang kitties.
Despite all this festive family fun, I'm devastated that Benazir Bhutto was assassinated. My cousin got to talk to her on the radio, so he called us to tell us. She was a fearless, energetic, and powerful woman, who unlike Condi or Thatcher, people actually liked. She truly loved Pakistan and wanted it to prosper and be peaceful. And now all that hope and promise is suddenly ended and we're stuck with this loser of a wannabe dictator. I get upset when I think about it. How is it that she died and Castro hangs on for centuries??
As far as my own quest for peace, Mom's now petulant about the plane ticket money and so Ireland's gonna be hard. I'm looking for something longer. There's a 3 month paid Red Cross internship in DC that I'm going to apply for. I can NOT stay in this job, I need to flee! Just got to find something better first, which is just *almost* impossible.
Peace.
Christmas Day was wonderful. I've decided not to celebrate it anymore, but it's fun all the same. And think of my kids, with Hanukkah with one family, Christmas with another, Solstice with Mom, New Year's with me. That will be cool. We had a nice festive time up by Tahoe. I got monies and Trent made me this awesome teddy bear. It's dark green, has a little cape of leprechaun hats, and its face looks evil. I love the rules of picking a name out of a hat and having to hand make something; it's the only time I will ever get a 17-yr-old boy make me a teddy bear. I named him potoin, after the nasiest Irish moonshine. He's a cute evil bear. :)
Then we did Christmas with Steve, which was more rowdy because this one had alcohol (Tahoe party is all Mormons)! Now, I only hear Josh speak a couple of sentences a year, which are ridiculous things, but he says them very seriously. However, now I have finally seen him drunk. He screamed obsenities at Travis in a fight over who worked harder, made very perverse jokes and would suddenly start talking about when they were 7 or something. It was hilarious. Taylor seemed okay but just giggled a lot. We were having a good time and I didn't want to go but finally had to bail to get some sleep.
Wednesday drove home where I had a lovely time as usual. Aunt Debbie and Uncle Doug came to visit as well, and we had yummy food and funny stories (Dad's and Doug's conversations are legendarily hilarious), went to the local bar for some bluegrass, and ran around Mendocino, where Mom bought us matching Tibetan rings. Art galleries are hard for me; I find a million gorgeous, handmade things, none of which I could ever hope to afford. Someday, someday. Maybe not the $15,000 table, but perhaps the $80 yin and yang kitties.
Despite all this festive family fun, I'm devastated that Benazir Bhutto was assassinated. My cousin got to talk to her on the radio, so he called us to tell us. She was a fearless, energetic, and powerful woman, who unlike Condi or Thatcher, people actually liked. She truly loved Pakistan and wanted it to prosper and be peaceful. And now all that hope and promise is suddenly ended and we're stuck with this loser of a wannabe dictator. I get upset when I think about it. How is it that she died and Castro hangs on for centuries??
As far as my own quest for peace, Mom's now petulant about the plane ticket money and so Ireland's gonna be hard. I'm looking for something longer. There's a 3 month paid Red Cross internship in DC that I'm going to apply for. I can NOT stay in this job, I need to flee! Just got to find something better first, which is just *almost* impossible.
Peace.