some stuff
Dec. 14th, 2006 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyI have now wrapped almost all of the presents that I have purchased. I love seeing the tree with presents underneath, so I hate it when I procrastinate with the wrapping because it only hurts me in the end. I used to enjoy wrapping, but it's become a chore in the last couple of years. I'm tired of doing the fancy bows and ribbons, and I feel a lot of guilt for just sticking a pre-made bow on top (although I have been doing it for most packages.) I've always said that if you care enough to give someone a gift, then it's a nice touch to make the package as pretty as you can. I still believe it, but at Christmas, there are just TOO MANY to enjoy fiddling with. Also, something that has decreased my enjoyment as much as anything else is that the paraphernalia required to wrap pretty presents has expanded until it's just a hassle to get everything out and organized. I suffer for my art.. or, more recently, I don't suffer at all.
I bought stuff to make a miniature wreath to take to work to adorn my bland walls. Here's what I was not considering: it actually requires time and energy and dragging out the hot glue gun to do projects like this! Who would have guessed? By the time I've gotten around to it, it will probably be time to retire, and I won't need wall adornment. Even if I put it together soonish, I certainly won't feel like taking it to work for a week's worth of pretty. I just get lazier and lazier. Sad, really. And no, I still haven't written in my Christmas cards. I've resigned myself to the notion that at least two of them won't be received until after the jet-setters get back from their international travels, after the holidays. I'm such a slacker.
We have friends coming over on Saturday, and I am really dreading the house cleaning thing. I like the company just fine, but they've never been here so that means that I'm going to have to actually make things clean and pretty. Their house is really nice, and we have not done nearly as much stuff as we wanted to because we have been funneling money elsewhere (but have I told you what a beautiful uterus I have? because really, it's lovely.) instead of say, buying bedroom furniture that matches. We don't even have sensible furniture in the sunroom anymore.. just a neglected entertainment center, a neglected exercise bike, and three pieces of neglected storage pieces we bought for the townhouse but have nowhere to put here. Of course, right now, M is in the kitchen blending up an outrageously disgusting concoction to ward off sickness because he is pretty sure he's coming down with something, so I guess there is the possibility that we'll have to cancel. (Definition of outrageously disgusting? Raw garlic and ginger, pureed with apple cider vinegar, all three of which are known for health benefits. When he thinks he's getting sick, he'll mix up a batch at eat it on toast. Actually, tonight he apparently didn't have the energy for the full treatment, and he ate a clove of garlic all on its own instead. Raw. YUCK.) Anyway, if he ends up sick, then I guess we may have to cancel and therefore we won't have to clean, but I would much rather clean and then have a fun evening than M be sick. He is gross but I like him.
I bought stuff to make a miniature wreath to take to work to adorn my bland walls. Here's what I was not considering: it actually requires time and energy and dragging out the hot glue gun to do projects like this! Who would have guessed? By the time I've gotten around to it, it will probably be time to retire, and I won't need wall adornment. Even if I put it together soonish, I certainly won't feel like taking it to work for a week's worth of pretty. I just get lazier and lazier. Sad, really. And no, I still haven't written in my Christmas cards. I've resigned myself to the notion that at least two of them won't be received until after the jet-setters get back from their international travels, after the holidays. I'm such a slacker.
We have friends coming over on Saturday, and I am really dreading the house cleaning thing. I like the company just fine, but they've never been here so that means that I'm going to have to actually make things clean and pretty. Their house is really nice, and we have not done nearly as much stuff as we wanted to because we have been funneling money elsewhere (but have I told you what a beautiful uterus I have? because really, it's lovely.) instead of say, buying bedroom furniture that matches. We don't even have sensible furniture in the sunroom anymore.. just a neglected entertainment center, a neglected exercise bike, and three pieces of neglected storage pieces we bought for the townhouse but have nowhere to put here. Of course, right now, M is in the kitchen blending up an outrageously disgusting concoction to ward off sickness because he is pretty sure he's coming down with something, so I guess there is the possibility that we'll have to cancel. (Definition of outrageously disgusting? Raw garlic and ginger, pureed with apple cider vinegar, all three of which are known for health benefits. When he thinks he's getting sick, he'll mix up a batch at eat it on toast. Actually, tonight he apparently didn't have the energy for the full treatment, and he ate a clove of garlic all on its own instead. Raw. YUCK.) Anyway, if he ends up sick, then I guess we may have to cancel and therefore we won't have to clean, but I would much rather clean and then have a fun evening than M be sick. He is gross but I like him.
