Christmas is Coming, the Goose is Getting Fat!
What goose? Normally it is me, but I am actually getting thinner. Christmas is, however, coming way too quickly for me. I did start Christmas shopping months and months ago, but the finishing touches cannot be completing until Friday, December 23rd. I am up to my eyeballs in stress, and Christmas is supposed to be a peaceful time. If only, if only I had everything done then I would be relaxed and able to enjoy this blessed time of year. I have much to be thankful for. My family is healthy and alive and everyone is doing well.
My little boy, Braxton actually sat on Santa's lap for the first time in his entire life. (He is five years old.) I hope to get pictures up soon of that miraculous event. Unfortunately, he asked Santa for a Wii and an Xbox 360, so I hope he isn't too disappointed when that does not happen.
My 41st birthday comes this Friday, and damn, it sucks getting old! Anyway, I will celebrate that day shopping my butt off all by myself. I don't really want my husband to join me, because he will not let me spend anything, and he will keep reminding me of all the bills that need to be paid. Screw bills!!!! This is Christmas! Yes, it is the season of Jesus Christ's birth, but my parents always gave me and my 6 siblings a fun and magical Christmas and I will NOT spoil that for my children. Christmas is for kids! It isn't like my kiddos are getting anything frivolous for Christmas. They are actually getting clothing and items they NEED. I just hope nobody chooses that day to bomb the mall I am shopping at. (I do get paranoid and scared of that.)
My husband is out of town until Thursday night for work. I am blessed that we at least have money. I cannot wait until I make my own money, but alas, I cannot work outside the home until Braxton is in Kindergarten. And of course, I will be saving up for a boob job and a trip to Hawaii with my family:)
And on a very sad note, just to let you know, my kids lost a friend and a classmate on Sunday night, December 18th. I never knew this sweet girl. She died in a car accident on a curvy country road. She lost control of her car. She was not wearing her seat belt, and I wonder if that could have saved her life? Oh the what ifs. Anyway, that poor family will never, ever look at Christmas the same way. I was so devastated for that family. I took my children to the viewing of Katie, and I am not kidding.... seeing that beautiful young lady lying there, looking so peaceful as if she was just sleeping was so unreal. My kids had never witnessed one of their peers laying there lifeless. It was an eye opener for us all. I touched her sweet cheek and held her precious hand, the hand that was to be wearing the promise ring her boyfriend had just given her. Porr sweet girl. Her poor sweet family. I am so sad.
Anyway, it just makes everything else seem so unimportant except for LOVE.