Jenny From The Blog

Festivus For The Rest of Us

I love ya'll but I'm tired of wishing people a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays/Joyous Solstice, etc.

Today was nice. Woke up late, puttered, and then we ran up to see Curly Sue, who was perfect and adorable (no surprise there). She was wearing the lovely snowflake shirt her Auntie bought her and a keeeyooote pink skirt. I didnt get a very good picture of her on the digital camera, or I'd show you just how precious she looked today. We all had fun playing with her. When we left, she started to cry and I hate, hate, hate that. She only cries for a few seconds, but I just can't stand to hear it. It makes me sad, which in turn makes me bitchy. When she starts to cry I go into 'evacuate the area!' mode. My poor dad was just trying to get his shoes on and talk to my brother at the same time. This almost got shoved out the door by his less than charming daughter. Then when he didnt pony up the keys fast enough in the car I snapped at him. Fortunately he's not a sensitive type so he tolerates my little meltdowns to a certain point, because he knows I'm being a hag for some reason totally unrelated to anything he's done. I always know he'll snap back if I get too shitty with him. The older I get, the more I appreciate my parents. They've always seen the most rotten side of me and still want me around. Since I try to behave in public, they get stuck with me when I'm home and I've got my guard down and sometimes it just isn't pretty.

Saying I try to behave in public reminds me of a story. I remember once at work we took one of those goofy personality tests...the Myers Briggs, I think. My coworkers and I had almost the exact same results, except in one area; introvert or extrovert. They were both extroverts, and just could not figure out how I could be an introvert. I generally enjoy my work and I try to be perky and mentally stable while I'm there, but my dirty little secret is that at the end of the day I'm sick to damn death of everyone. I'm physically exhausted from being around people and putting up with their shit all day, even after a good day. I am not at all energized by being around a lot of people all day. I cannot get excited about doing anything after work, so pretty much anyone I voluntarily see on 'my' time is important to me and doesn't suck the life out of me. I need time alone. I guess thats why I don't mind driving as much as I do. People can't bother me in the car.

Since I only knitted this evening, I'm not done with the main part of the bag. I'll post pictures tomorrow. I'm 2 rows from ending the novelty yarn, then just the wooly part.

I spoke with my friends M & T tonight, and they're bringing the babies thru on Friday. I haven't seen any of them since last March, and baby G I haven't seen at all yet. I can't wait to see them. M told me that baby G sleeps every night under the blankie I made her. Aw! and Neener told me the other day that she covers baby C with her blankie when she gets fussy and hungry in the middle of the night. I love to hear stories like this, because thats what I knitted those blankies for; to give the babies a little warmth, coziness, and comfort.

Good Lord, look how I ramble when I can't sleep. Enough of me. I'm going to attempt to go to bed.

posted by Jennifer @ 11:44 PM