Needless to say, it has been busy. And this is a quickie.
Consumer free Christmas? Well, not by choice. I haven’t bought or given a single gift yet. And I have no plans on cramming in last minute shopping. When the idea of shopping stresses me out, why would I go do it? Totally planning on hitting up colleagues and family with Happy 2009! gifts 🙂
Or make that no Christmas? Gasp! Never! However, I’ve had the same question from several people – do boy and I celebrate Christmas since we’re atheist? Are you KIDDING me?! OF COURSE! Silly geeses. What do we celebrate? Each other. Family. Our good fortune. And oddly enough, our favorite television show is Eli Stone. We’ve been following this one from the start (and too soon end) and it centers around a Christian man who believes he’s God’s prophet. We ENJOY the show, the very Christian show, that America has decided to cancel.
Dog is still freak. Why? because last Friday, after finding a sugar ant invasion in our new apartment after the first hard rain, I suffocated drowned a trail of ants across the hallway with a giant puddle of Raid ant killer. I was proud of myself, too. I hate hate hate bugs which is why boy usually handles bug situations before I get a chance to even see them, hence the drowning. I was making a little swimming pool of Raid in the kitchen when I heard a tongue lapping in the hallway. Jack found the puddle, and the little guy has such an oral fixation he has to put his tongue on everything! And he doesn’t just lick, he goes to town savouring things such as poop, garbage, and apparently Raid. I had a fit that sent Jack into an all-day pouty mood and called the ASPCA poison control to go over the ingredients and how Jack might react (and let me tell you, unlike the human poison control center, the ASPCA poison control center is not free. $60 per consultation which is unfortunate in case someone chooses NOT to pay the fee and take the risk of waiting it out…) Jack was fine, but I spent a whole day wondering if he was lethargic or just pouting because I used my mean voice at him. And the advice from poison control? Give him a treat so he can get the bad taste out of his mouth otherwise he’ll drool and foam at the mouth because he can’t spit. Dear Jack, if it tastes bad, maybe you should have your tongue all over it!!!
and lastly. I haven’t slept since Saturday night. Last night I pulled my first all-nighter since those good ‘ole college days to get through my last final this evening. I have a lot to say about this semester, but I’m not sure I’m ready to say. Some of it is humiliating but most of it is frustrating. Lessons learned – I will not be taking two 4 credit classes alongside working full time, and I will not beat myself up to the point of paralyzing anxiety over not understanding completely new and unfamiliar material. Unfortunately, I’ve earned a few scars physically, emotionally, and on my transcript. Nothing that can’t be undone, but it will require 2-3 times the effort and a complete fear of physics.