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And there was much rejoicing.
Dec. 28th, 2009 12:59 pmSo...Christmas happened.
H and I exchanged some great gifts and had a nice meal. H got me some Godiva (that he got from the mall on Xmas eve because he is awesome), a laptop riser which I totally needed, and a cool digital frame. I got him a sour candy kit (with lots of extra flavors and acids), pajamas, a DVD and the book Shutter Island which I am also into reading myself.
We tend to pick up strays around the holidays, and this year was no exception. Sara, joined us for dinner of Alfredo pasta (Yummers!) and we also went to visit Cindy. Happily, Cindy refrained from any racist comments and didn't start talking about death and gloom for 45 whole minutes. Then, we left. I gave Cindy a few dozen cookies, and Sara the first Brian Froud Faerie book and a pendant featuring same. So that was nice. I love it when gifts I give are a big hit.
For whatever reason, I'm in this space where I'm fed up with doing things for people because I don't think they appreicate anything. I'm fed up with selecting and buying nice gifts for people who can't even come up with a handmade card. I grow weary of shopping and cooking for parties that people bitch about before they even start. If I take the time to make you a cookie bag, don't tell me you're giving it away because you got too many cookies--especially if you can't be bothered to bring US any cookies.
Being that the holidays are almost over, I'm looking forward to locking myself in my apartment and concentrating on doing writer things and marketing things and other stuff that only I will have control over. I need to line up some reviews for the new book, and I need to get writing on the zombies. Mmmm...zombies.
JoJo woke me up no less than 3 times last night. We have this whole system in place so that air can circulate into our bedroom so H and I can be less cold and sick. But JoJo kept busting through the barrier and pestering me to pet him. Good thing for him he's so damn irresistable.
Didn't get to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sudrin which was a total bummer. Fed Ex'd him a few dozen cookies that will arrive tomorrow. Apparently we're going to get something from H's grandparents, and maybe his parents too. Not sure yet, but we've been told to watch the mail. My friend in Afghanistan sent me an awesome scarf, and a cool censor with a sacred cow carved on it. It's nifty.
Tonight: tacos and spicy rice. Mmmmmmm...
H and I exchanged some great gifts and had a nice meal. H got me some Godiva (that he got from the mall on Xmas eve because he is awesome), a laptop riser which I totally needed, and a cool digital frame. I got him a sour candy kit (with lots of extra flavors and acids), pajamas, a DVD and the book Shutter Island which I am also into reading myself.
We tend to pick up strays around the holidays, and this year was no exception. Sara, joined us for dinner of Alfredo pasta (Yummers!) and we also went to visit Cindy. Happily, Cindy refrained from any racist comments and didn't start talking about death and gloom for 45 whole minutes. Then, we left. I gave Cindy a few dozen cookies, and Sara the first Brian Froud Faerie book and a pendant featuring same. So that was nice. I love it when gifts I give are a big hit.
For whatever reason, I'm in this space where I'm fed up with doing things for people because I don't think they appreicate anything. I'm fed up with selecting and buying nice gifts for people who can't even come up with a handmade card. I grow weary of shopping and cooking for parties that people bitch about before they even start. If I take the time to make you a cookie bag, don't tell me you're giving it away because you got too many cookies--especially if you can't be bothered to bring US any cookies.
Being that the holidays are almost over, I'm looking forward to locking myself in my apartment and concentrating on doing writer things and marketing things and other stuff that only I will have control over. I need to line up some reviews for the new book, and I need to get writing on the zombies. Mmmm...zombies.
JoJo woke me up no less than 3 times last night. We have this whole system in place so that air can circulate into our bedroom so H and I can be less cold and sick. But JoJo kept busting through the barrier and pestering me to pet him. Good thing for him he's so damn irresistable.
Didn't get to see
sudrin which was a total bummer. Fed Ex'd him a few dozen cookies that will arrive tomorrow. Apparently we're going to get something from H's grandparents, and maybe his parents too. Not sure yet, but we've been told to watch the mail. My friend in Afghanistan sent me an awesome scarf, and a cool censor with a sacred cow carved on it. It's nifty.Tonight: tacos and spicy rice. Mmmmmmm...
