Tuesday, December 19, 2006


Once again, have absolutely nothing to write about, so I am just going to let my fingers do the talking........

I thought I was not going to have a Christmas tree this year. My husband, the big Grinch, put his foot down and said he did not want to have a live tree and then six months afterwards of needles mysteriously appearing and stabbing him while he unsuspectingly walks around the house bare foot. Being the brooder that I can be at times, at first I brooded and felt bad, then I set out and looked for a fake tree. I found a beautiful one at Home Depot and when I went back Saturday to purchase it, it had been marked down!!

I'm much more in the festive mood now that I have my tree up. And it was so easy. Even though the package was missing several sizes, somehow I made it work! I was able to place the tree closer to the wall by eliminating branches. It was cool.

I have noticed that with the Hubs schedule coinciding with my schedule for the past several months we are spending a lot of time with each other and even after nine years I marvel at our differences. How did we ever get together????

First, we fight about Netflix. I though I was going to have a nice cozy week-end night when I could cuddle up on the couch with a soft quilt, the tree glowing in the corner, and an egg nog in my hand and watch an old Katherine Hepburn movie called "Summertime".

But nnnnnnoooooooooooo.

Old Mr. Grinch went and changed the queue and what I pulled from the mail box was not the romantic movie I wanted, but Feast of Death: James Elroy.

Holy Methelusa.

I love to read. But reading is a very solitary activity. So I take my book, (EAT,PRAY,LOVE by Elizabeth Gilbert)and sit in the living room while he is channel surfing and watching his NetFlix monopoly. I can't read and listen to his constant chatter about this or that on the TV. Crazy stuff, like do I remember who was the ultimate bad guy in HEAT? When do I first remember seeing Angelina Jolie? Why did'nt someone tell him Thelma and Louise was more than just a Chick Flick?

I can only read a page or two in an hour.

And when I put the book away, all is very quiet and if I try to say anything, its "Shush".

Holy Methtlusa.

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P.S. Sorry for all the spelling errors, I am at the public library and the spell check is blocked.


Lisa :-] said...

Funny that you guys have been together such a short time (comparatively) and you're just starting to notice the differences. :D

The only misspelling I noticed was "methusaleh," er, "methuselah.." um, "methus..."

Nope. No misspellings.

Anonymous said...

When they put permanent lights on the trees, I could have cried, it was that emotional putting up each section and just plugging everything together.
There is a person with allergies in the house so artificial is old here. I always wanted real trees but after seeing the magic lights, I was sold.
Guys talking while the TV is on? That's something we were taught to do in.. I can't tell you that.

Anonymous said...

Jayz. I thought Joe was a sensitive new-age guy.

Anonymous said...

You crack me up. I have the same issue with my husband's Steven Segal or Military Channel addiction.
I mean it is like trying to read it a shooting range!

Anonymous said...

You crack me up. I have the same issue with my husband's Steven Segal or Military Channel addiction.

Anonymous said...

Mary, thank you for your very kind words! I will enjoy getting to know you and look forward to reading backwards from here.

I NEVER got the Chatty Cathy, although the she-devil across the street from me did and rubbed it in all kinds of ways.

Anonymous said...

I can't read or write journal entries when Sonny is watching one of his shows - I forget what show it is but, it's of NO interest to me. I usually put on my ipod and web surf.


ian said...

Just stopping by to wish you a Merry Christmas!