Ah, Christmas. The time of love and joy, to be punctuated by the annual family fight. It came in a small portion this year, and for that I am grateful. Yay Jesus ( Read more... )

Let's start with the changes. They are doozies ( Read more... )

Done--hurray!--with the first three of four drawings for Theater Crafts. To scale, with a full set, ugh ugh ugh. But it's done! Yay! Off to the art store tomorrow for samples of wall and/or deck treatments ( Read more... )

I need a hug.

Oh, Boy.

I have a dilemma with him. He gives great, amazing, wonderful gifts, and I give pretty crappy gifts. I always try very hard to give him great ones, but they never end up that way.

Example: Six month anniversary, I give him two philosophy books and a sodoku puzzle book, and he gives me KnitPicks Options.

Oy.

I have got to step up my

I miss my sisters. I want to talk to them soon.

We fight too much.

It scares me, mostly how easy it is, and however sick this sounds, comfortable. Fighting should not be comfortable.

I am afraid of everything.

Just when I think I can't get any dumber, oh no, stupid pours out of my mouth and makes a big sticky mess on the floor that is impossible to clean up. I want to cry but that would be stupider.

So it has come to my attention that I sound like (excuse the colloquilism) a friggin' doche here.

Sorry, guys. I try not to be so pretentious and superior in real life.

Normal families don't act this way.

This is why I moved 3000 miles away. Thanks for the reminder, Dad.