I have a definite blogging block lately, chalk it up to stress-but I have no great stories to tell. So I'm just going to sit down & write anything that comes to mind.
While it was a lot of fun stealing away to Texas for a bit, I was happy to get back to my jet-setting Californian life style (ha-my life is about as jet setting as a slug on anti-depressants). In Texas I ate turkey, pie, and TexMex, a real treat since in California I live off ramen noodles & TV dinners. (I'd rather spend my money on DVR, than unnecessary things like FOOD). I spent most of Sunday in airports, playing a never ending game of musical gates and spot the southern women who take being Texans very, very seriously (Hint-look for big hair, big belt buckles, and big jewelry. )
I got into L.A. really late, and the whole town was covered in fog so thick, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. So I spent the next hour jumping out of my skin, hollering, and declaring to Adam that we were going to die. I'm sure he was wishing he could send me back to Texas. But alas, I think the lug missed me more than he thought he would. We made it home in one piece, and I opened up our front door, and hit something solid. It was Sarah ,who looked up with a "what the fuck, was that necessary" look, before it changed to the, "Oh It's You! The one who gives me more treats than she is supposed to, and spends hours scratching behind my ears" face. She was very excited, probably because she thought Adam had run me off and she was going to be the child from a broken home. (Like I would let him have her.)
To my utter dismay, I woke up yesterday to discover the neighborhood was kicking our asses in the Christmas decoration department. I'm talking about lights, snow globes, and Santas on Harley's. And I'm not talking just about the families, even our Bohemian surfing guy neighbor with the revolving door for girlfriends, went all out. We are kind of hard up for money right now, so while I hope to get a tree, I don't know if we can afford so much as some mistletoe this year. So I plan to put a sign up in the yard that says, "I'm spending Christmas in Wisconsin, where I will have snow, and a real Christmas tree. So have fun stringing lights on your palm trees, suckers."