The Grinch

November 22. For me, it means the start of what seems like longest holidays ever that I wish we could just skip to January 2, but still get those days off from work.

I know I should be getting into my little jolly ol’ spirit like St. Nick, but I just don’t truly get excited about the holidays like other people do. Believe me not, I fake it especially when I’m at work because I don’t want to give these people the inkling that I just might the Grinch that stole Christmas (after all I’ve barely been there for a year now, let me move up a couple of positions first before I start showing my true identity).

I’m just not excited about carving the turkey. Well I don’t like turkey. I’m not excited about eating really anything this holiday. Hell truth be told, I don’t really like eating that much. (I just enjoy the experience at the restaurants.)

Then there is aspect of spending time with the family. You know they are OK and all but I’m just not that much of sociable gal, especially to 4 year olds that scream at the top of their lungs when food is taken out their hands or 6 year olds that pledge to become a doctor to stab you with a needle someday. Aunts and mothers who gossip the whole time, eat and talk about nonsense don’t entice me either. They are nice people and all but I really don’t want to spend a whole day with them. Well, except for Granny. We have meaningful conversations. You know the ones about the store sales, clothes and jewelry.

The older I get the more I dislike the holidays. Truth be told for the past three years I haven’t even wanted to put up a Christmas tree. And believe me if it wasn’t for my nagging mom we wouldn’t have had one. (Dad doesn’t see the point either of putting it up. You have to take it back down a couple of weeks later.)

First I thought maybe it was just a phase. But three years later, I’m starting to think just maybe it’s in my blood. You know kind of like when your Mom has brown hair you might have brown hair too?

Well Dad doesn’t like the holidays either. He epitomizes the Grinch whole Stole Christmas. In fact he probably is the Grinch. He’s grumpy all the way until Dec. 26. That is the day the Nordstroms Men’s Half-Yearly Sale starts. He’s up bright and early at 9 a.m. when the doors open.

Perhaps he is passing the torch to me. The new Grinch who stole Christmas *evil laugh* That doesn’t sound bad

Ralph, the squirrel

The funniest thing happened today at work. We had a little visitor. A squirrel got into the home office. The first time I heard about it he was sitting in the corner between two floor to ceiling windows, a couple of feet from my cubicle.

Apparently someone saw the squirrel come out of my boss’ office, who happened to have her lunch sitting at her desk unattended (well at least not by her).

Nevertheless I headed to my coworkers cubicle that was even further away to watch the festivities. Because I just knew this would be a show and boy a show it was.

So we call security to come and get the squirrel. Two big burley men corner the squirrel. One takes one side, the other takes the other side. Two vs. one. Squirrel gets away. No one can find the squirrel.

Someone finally remembered the donuts left in the conference room. And there he was enjoying desert. So the two men heads into the conference rooms, closes door to battle it out. We all waited facing the closed door for 10 minutes. For 600 seconds we heard thumps against the wall and stomps against the floor. After a while we started to wonder if the men were winning or the squirrels.

Thankfully the two men came out with squirrel in tow inside a trash can – alive. They covered him up with a lid so he wouldn’t get out. Then we watched as they let free the squirrel. He ran back toward the front doors of our home office, probably the same door he came in to the place initially.

my crutches...

I love shopping for clothes because it makes me feel better. It's like my own personal haven.

Call it crutch or whatever but it did help me get through this weekend. Between the sleepless night, nightmares and stress from work, I survived. All through the help of those materialistic things we like to call clothes, and purses, makeup, electronics, etc…Anything we can buy, it can put a smile on my face.

I spent the entire day today shopping. Then I came home and shopped on the Internet. It was like being at the spa, getting a massage – which by the way I haven’t had one in over a month.

Perhaps shopping is my weakness. You know I might be doing most of the buying lately, but I can guarantee you I wouldn’t mind being bought. Oh to find a man who will let me buy as much as I want Nordstroms and go with me (ok, he doesn’t have to give advice) but at least to pack the bags and not gripe about it or how long we’ve been in the store. What a dream!

sleepless in dallas...

So you know the only reason I’ve been updating this thing lately is not because I actually have more time on my hands but because I can’t sleep. Well I can sleep I just would prefer not to. Because if I do there is about a 50 percent chance I’ll have a bad dream. Hell most of the time, I don’t even remember my dreams but lately I have been. And when I’m not necessarily sleeping I have bad day dreams.

Ah, to remember the days when daydreams were good to have. I used daydream all the time while I was at work what I would do if I won the lottery. I would use my money to make other people happy. Kind of like that guy who plays Santa and goes around giving people money. He has given $1.4 million for years and no one knew who he was until now. That would be coolest thing. I wouldn’t even want people to know it was me doing the good deed either.

Then there was always that daydream about the hottest guy you know like the celebrity that you knew in real life would never happen. But IF is such a real word, which always meant there was just that slight chance it could happen. (Hey Katie Holmes daydream came true, so why can’t mine?)

Then there are those daydreams that are more realistic but still didn’t happen. You know when you think about things that have happened the past and replay them in your mind going different way. You know like that time you told the guy you had a crush on him and he rejected you. But you daydream it about you not telling the guy and playing it cool. You’re wearing sexy outfits and are two times skinner that what you really were at time and he sees things just the way you do – him and you together 4-ever. Oh, the days of blissful dreaming; will they ever come back?