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I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at jacquelynn.fortner@gmail.com

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Don't Bring Me Down

I am so conflicted this morning.

My brother called me at the asscrack of dawn this morning to quiz me on who likes what candywise.  He then informed me that the laptop deal he was counting on for my niece had fallen through, and that she was having a meltdown.

I love this child, but my goodness, she is spoiled rotten.  I am grasping at straws trying to come up with a way for my brother to fulfill his daughter's Christmas wish, but in a way I just want to shake her until her teeth rattle.  She is making him feel like a big ole pile of crap because of something he has no control of.  She puts a great deal of stock in THINGS, and all I can think of is how lucky we are to have two Christmases in a row where her father is clean and sober.  At least I think he is.  I dread the thought that this might be the thing that throws him off that wagon.  I don't think my parents could take it.

I am also conflicted because everyone seems to be keeping track of everything this year.  I am so tired of people worrying about tit for tat.  I am getting so much joy out of actually using my imagination and buying actual presents rather than just giving gift cards this year, and it just chaps my ass when someone says something to the effect of "Don't buy me anything because I can't buy anything for you." or "I only got you..." or "You went over the limit."  It is not a competition, folks.  Let me have my fun!  GIVING makes my Christmas willy hard.

Something else that would give me Christmas wood?  Waking up tomorrow to find that Santa had left me a new follower or two.  Go on...press that little button over there and become one of the Beautifulist People I Know.  You know you want to DO IT.  



Improbable Joe said...

Sorry, I'm already following. I am therefore gifting you with this comment. Try not to read it all at once.

Things are important. In some ways I know I define myself by those things I own. On the other hand things are never more important than people. I think kids need to learn that the things they want need to be earned, and there is something disgusting about attacking people for not giving you the free stuff you want.

Now, I'm off to blog about how much I hate my brother. Happy Monkey!

La Belette Rouge said...

For a moment I thought you said your brother called you an "ass crack." I am glad that was a misread.;-)

Sorry, I cannot give you the present you asked for( no meltdown please) as I already follow you. I could stop following you and then start again. Does that work for you?

Happy Christmas!!

NurseExec said...

We opted out of the whole "stress about stuff" this Christmas. Amazingly, the parental units opted out for the most part, too. What a relief.

Braja said...

Derfina honey, if I could follow you again I would :)

And take your niece for a walk. Alone. Sounds like she needs a little Derfina for Xmas....

derfina said...

To all of you who commented, thanks for already being followers, and thanks for the words of encouragement. Things have a funny way of working themselves out.