Bah...Humbug?

Hey Friends!

Well, it's Friday. I can finally without reservation say TGIF!!! I have the next 2 days off with nothing to do and nowhere to go. There is PLENTY to be done, its just about starting it. I have been in late alot of the mornings this week and I took advantage. I shopped a little, did some yardwork, cleaned, rearranged and organized alot! It's not perfect, but it's a start.

I've been feeling a little Christmas conflicted. Once again I HATE HATE HATE that stores have been decorating since before Halloween. I think November is too early to begin the 48 zillion hours of non-stop Christmas music. Humbug! Bill has been playing Christmas movies every day (at least 2 movies a day) since the Friday after Thanksgiving. I've already seen Miracle on 34th Street (which I used to like) 10 times. I've also seen Jim Carrey's Grinch 5 times, Elf once, Muppets Christmas once, Charlie Brown Christmas once, Shrek the Third and the cartoon Grinch once. If he doesn't have movies on, it's the music. I keep telling our kids I'm Christmas'd out.

The only problem is, I'm feeling genuinely Christmas-y. I see Christmas lights on houses, my decorations and even the ones in the stores and get all warm and fuzzy. I have been walking around with an overflowing amount of love and the realization that I'm blessed beyond belief. I want to bake and give presents and help those less fortunate. I keep thinking about all the charities I could help. I'm sure they need help and I have the overflowing need to do it. It is at that moment I run into the same realization I hit with the bulldog. I am poor and I have no time. I'm not sure what I could give, given those two things. It's times like these I lament being poor. I want to give something significant to those who are not as blessed as myself. Ok, even NOT significant, but let's face it, I dream big. I dream often of being able to make one of those "blew them away" monetary gifts to multiple charities that could make a difference to SO many people. I am poor and have no time. Have I mentioned this already? I need to keep reminding myself or I could fall victim to myself. I will donate beyond my means and end up in a cold dark house (or worse, no house at all).

Speaking of dreaming, does anyone think it's an issue that 3 or 4 times in the last few weeks I've dreamt I was pregnant? Last night, I miscarried. In none of the other dreams did I actually GIVE birth, I was just in the announcing phase (surprisingly with a 5 mo. belly). Let me reassure you all, pregnancy isn't an option, nor able to be reality AT ALL...but it's still weird.

Alright, off to bed. Pleasant dreams! :)