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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Day the 184th and Day 20 of Advent

Oh Reader, I drank a Coca-Cola.

Is that so wrong?

It's Christmas (good golly Ned, how much longer can I use this lame excuse? Not so long...)

Last night, I got home around 8 pm because I had worked until 7 pm. Why, you ask? Because I am a contract worker. I get paid for the hours I work. Period. If I don't work, I don't get paid. So...I am putting in 40 hours in 4 days. Why, yes, that's an average of 10 hours per day. Today, I'm putting in 4 - Count 'em, FOUR - hours. Got here at 7:15 this morning. Am taking 15 minutes off my lunch hour and then working until 8 pm tonight. Worked 2 hours over yesterday. AND...am going to work 2 hours over tomorrow so that I can have a 'normal' day on Thursday. And we're off Friday. And Monday. Woo to the hoo...

Anyhoodle, I got home at 8 pm last night and just ate my chocolate mint bar. I know, I know. And this morning, I got nut mix at our cafeteria (it's packaged and very nice) and then, Reader, I broke down and got myself a Coca-Cola because I needed (wanted...) the caffeine (and the sugar, and the fizz...) Yes, I did it.

I have NO idea what I'm eating tonight. It will be 8:30+ when I make it home, and the cats will be fussing to be fed, and I will feel like dropping down in my bed. And then up early tomorrow so I can get here early and then leave at a reasonable time (having worked 2 extra hours) so I can get to Choir practice because doggone it, it's ADVENT and this is the last practice but one before the Big Mamba of services - Feast of The Nativity on Christmas Eve. Midnight Mass, you know. I know...I'm tired, too. And Thursday night, am getting together with our two other altos - Virginia and Kat - to work on the Alto Section of The Hallelujah Chorus. Why? Because we want to do a great job. Period.

Today's Advent Meditation is:

Odd Gifts I Have Given and Received


  1. All right, this is probably something I need to work through in therapy, but one year, my family drew names (and I usually got gifts from both Mom and Dad) but my dad drew my name and I wound up with 2 shirts. Period. Nothing from Mom (why?) And of course, my mom always got gifts from everyone so Mom was rakin' it in, and here was ol' me, with 2 shirts. Yes, I struggle with bitterness...

  2. Last year, I gave Poodle and Mischa jars of cashew butter (thought I had stopped writing about that, didn't you?) Poodle loved his. Mischa...misplaced his somewhere in the depths of his refrigerator and I have never heard another word...

  3. A set of towels for my Aunt Helen and Uncle Ted - Mom took one look and said, "Golly, I'm going to keep those and give them something else instead!" Thanks, Mom!

  4. A child's reel-to-reel tape recorder. Okay, it's not that odd, but I totally loved it, and I thought it was the coolest gift on earth.

  5. One year, I gave a [former] sister-in-law a handmade book of Christmas memories and poems and pictures. Why? Because I was broke, broke, broke and in Bible School. That's all I could afford - a little journal with a bunch of hand-done stuff...I don't know if she liked it or not.

  6. A pooping plastic reindeer - I don't want to say who I gave these to, but it was another year I was broke. Yeah, it went over just about as well as you think it did...by the way, the reindeer 'pooped' jelly beans. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea.

Things I Have Never Received (And Hope I Never Will):



  1. This thing that helps you put on your shoes called a 'Shoedini'

  2. Big Mouth Billy Bob Bass

  3. Chia anything

  4. A Bedazzler

  5. A 'bumpit' that helps your hair stand up in a beehive

  6. Popeil Pocket Fisherman

  7. A hand-painted plaster of Paris wall plaque (extra points if it has a Christian sentiment; double extra points if any word is misspelled)

  8. A quilted, lace-trimmed Bible cover

  9. Jewelry from QVC

  10. Anything ordered from The Franklin Mint

I probably could go on and on...and on. And on.


Independently,


Weltha

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