“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


Confessions of a Homebody

Saturday, December 31, 2005

It's New Year's Eve and I want to stay home.

My very sweet Geek wants to go out.

It's after noon on New Year's Eve and we still haven't settled on what we're going to do.

Here's how I feel. I spent my teenage years babysitting other people's kids on New Year's Eve. It was an easy job. The kids always insisted they were going to stay awake until midnight, but they always dropped off about nine or ten o'clock. I got them in bed and spent the rest of the evening watching Dick Clark or some cheesy movie on TV. The parents would get home about one or two o'clock and I got paid lots of money. It was a great gig for a reasonably responsible teen who needed money.

Shortly after my teen years were over, I got married. For about five years or so, we would get invited to friend's parties each year. Sometimes they were fancy dress-up parties, sometimes they were theme parties (we hosted an 80's party ourselves one year), and sometimes they were pajama parties. Whatever the case, we had a lot of fun and it didn't cost much.

Now my twenties are over and I am well into my thirties. I have always been a bit of a homebody, but I am becoming more and more so each day. I spend eight to ten hours of every day of the week away from home. Tonight, I just want to stay home out of the cold snowy outdoors, curl up on the couch next to my favorite Geek, and watch a movie...or two...or three. The Geek would normally agree with me, but for some reason he wants to go out this year. I'm still trying to figure this out.

So I still don't know what we're going to do. I suspect neither of us will really know until about seven or eight tonight when we suddenly realize we are either out or we're not. I don't want my Geek to be disappointed, but I kind of hope we're not.

What do you think? Would you rather go out or stay in, and what are your plans for tonight?


Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 24, 2005

This is the first Christmas ever that I have not felt very "Christmas-y". The gifts are all wrapped and ready for our family celebration this afternoon/evening, but I never decorated the house and haven't really had Christmas on my mind much lately.

I'm sure I'll feel better when we get to my parents' house. They'll have the Christmas tree up and decorated with all the old ornaments I remember from my childhood. Mom did lots of baking this year, so there will be treats galore - though I'm not sure how much I'll be eating. My stomach is still not quite back to normal.

I'll be heading out to my kitchen shortly to start the appetizers I'm bringing with us. Hot spinach dip and stuffed mushrooms. Yummy!

Tomorrow we head out to my Geek's grandparents' place about 1 1/2 hours away. It will be a nice drive and it takes us right by our lot where we'll be building next year so we'll get to stop and see what it looks like all covered in a sparkling blanket of pure white snow. That will be nice.

All in all, it should be a very nice Christmas spent with family, celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus who came to save us. I wish you all the same!

Have a very, very Merry Christmas!


My Blog Is Tired...

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

...or is it just me? I'm not quite sure anymore. Actually, I would love to be blogging more; I have some wonderful ideas for posts that I gathered over the past month or two, but I'm just – well, tired.

Blond Girl gave me a bit of a written swift kick in the mm hmm today for not blogging and I'm sure I deserve it, but the fact is, shortly after nano was over I got sick and I am still suffering the effects of it. Once in a while I think I'm feeling better (like Saturday when BG and I went shopping), but then I start to feel blecchhy all over again. No fun. Trust me.

And now I've managed to be guilty of two of my worst pet peeves: making excuses, and complaining. Actually I'm guilty of three. I really hate when people start sentences with "and".

So what it comes down to is that my head hurts and doesn't like me staring at a big bright white computer screen and any energy I have right now must be expended on things like laundry and work and maintaining my friend's website. (<-- please note the shameless plug for friend Mark David Williams who just released a new Christmas CD.)

I hope to be back soon. I've got stuff to say and that almost never happens in "real life".

For right now, I think I'll go to bed....


Playing Along With MissMeliss

Thursday, December 01, 2005

After a month of writing like crazy myself, I thought it would be appropriate to make YOU do the writing this time.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Consider it a short writing exercise, just something to waste a few minutes of time, if you like.