Christmas Thoughts

Tomorrow I fly back to the land of my birth. The home of my youth. The land of snow and chilly weather.

I have many thoughts as I get ready to go home. I'm excited because I haven't been home in 2 years. I'm happy to be spending some time with my "family" (some are not blood-related). I'm glad I'll get some good r&r time. I'm nervous because I haven't seen some people in 2 years or more. I'm scared to death I'm going to wind up defending my family (their crazyness & traditions) the whole time to a fiance who has only once been to my home prior to this. I'm scared even more that I'll be smothered by my parents because it's been so long since I've been home.

I just want to enjoy Christmas.

Why do we have to grow up? Why can't all Christmases be like when we were children?

Well, in an effort to return to that mentality, I say . . .

BRING ON THE PRESENTS, SANTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Dim-witted and Slightly Daft

Ever feel like you're losing your edge? The one-liners come slower, the wit becomes witless and poignancy is all but lost?

I never had much of an edge to begin with, but what little I had seems to be receeding. I read all these blogs and responses and feel like the "mentally challenged" cousin everyone in the family politely listens to.

I guess that's what comes with a job that requires all speech and writing to be completely innuendo-free and being around friends who talk mostly about serious things.

Blagh! Blagh! Blagh!

And that's all I have to say about that.

Rambles of A Young Crazy Woman

My thoughts today come in poetic form. Please excuse me if it totally sucks!

Too many thoughts -
swirling, flying, jumbled

Too many questions -
swirling, jumbled, rushing

Too many options -
opened, closed, maybes

What is "right"?
What is "wrong"?

Who decides?
Fight or flight?