Please send all your unused good karma and direct your prayer circles towards Teh Smitten. He has consented to come home with me for Christmas. We bought the airline tickets last Thursday. I have no fear that my family will love him, it’s just… will they love him so much that he won’t be able to stand it?
Teh Smit and I live a nice and quiet existence where we get to do whatever we want to do whenever we want to do it. We like netflix, burlesque, and listening to NPR on the weekends. We will get none of those things while in MO. We will get two very noisy and energetic (hyper) children, people with holiday expectations (except for my sister – she has long since learned that having expectations just leads to disappointment), my sister’s in-laws and neighbors (actually, if you could point those prayer circles at my sister too, that would be great), and the cultural desolation that is suburban MO.
On the plus side, there’s Guitar Hero II and III waiting for us. And booze. My family is very booze-friendly.
I’m way ahead on my Christmas shopping – only need to shop for my sister, mom, and Teh Smitten now. Most gifts have been bought (thanks to Amazon!) and are being shipped to MO. My goal is to be completely done before Thanksgiving. The older I get, the greater my dislike for crowds (and, perhaps, most people in general) and the insanity of Black Friday. The way I see it, there’s no bargain sweet enough to get me out of bed to go shopping at 4:30 am, and I really like shopping.
It appears that my job is going to change again – much greater responsibility and stress for the same amount of money. The benefit is that I may get more opportunity and visibility – it could lead to bigger things. The downside is that I’ll probably be working more and possibly on weekends. I shouldn’t bitch about it as so many people I know work long hours, but I have gotten accustomed to my evenings and weekends with my boyfriend, and hate the idea of letting work get in the way of life. I’ve just gotten to a point where life is so nice!