Tuesday, November 30, 2010

HolidaY fuNk

I know that we are repeatedly told that money can't buy happiness. . . but it sure would buy me a new pair of jeans, a haircut, and christmas presents. . and that would make me happy.

As I've gotten older, I've developed a love/hate relationship with the holidays. Long gone are the simple days of waiting for a strange man to enter my house, carrying everything I've asked for. (Except for the puppy surprise I begged for when i was 9, but that's another story. . .) Nevermore can I get away with giving "hug coupons" to my parents. The excitement and anticipation of the season has since been diluted to another stressful, worrisome time of year.

While I LOVE the decorations, the weather, the music, the parades associated with this time of year, I always let my monetary status get the better of me, and I hate to say it is the source of my annual holiday funk.

Why do I let this happen every year? Why can't I, like Cindy-Lou Who find and understand the TRUE meaning of Christmas? Why do I, a grown woman, get overly-emotional and teary-eyed at parades?

I don't know.

But I do know that Christmas isn't really about presents. . .

It's about spiked egg-nog.
And I'm a little lactose intolerant.




3 comments:

  1. Superb Pic! Great blog too. it's been a tough go of it since the early 90's what with the "K" word becoming so popular.

    The pendulum swings, is all I can say. Can you post music on this gizmo? I've heard you and I'm a believer but the more people who hear you the better off you'll be.

    For the record folks new to Rachel... This gal has a set of pipes. Accept no substitutes.

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  2. bah no edit feature... For the record, COMMA you folks new to Rachel.... not "record folks" though I'm sure they'd be welcomed too.

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  3. Thanks for the support! And for clearing up that . .well. . .(lack of) comma splice :^)

    record folks is good people

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