Drowning in Knick Knacks

All of these little souvenirs that I’ve collected over the years are really adding up. To be honest, all they do is gather dust and take up space. But They bring back sweet memories of places I’ve been and it is really hard to just toss them all in a box and never look at them. I don’t know what to do with them all – I am drowning in knick knacks and the clutter is starting to make me feel like one of those hoarders that you see on that awful reality TV show.

My mother used to have a china cabinet in the dining room where she kept all her knick knacks displayed on glass shelves. The cabinet had glass doors, so you could see everything inside and they were protected from dust and any damage from things like bouncing balls and rowdy kids who always seem to throw things in the house and break shit and get in trouble.

I don’t even have a dining room or a china cabinet, so that doesn’t work for me. I have to put things on the fireplace mantle and on bookshelves. The problem with bookshelves is that I have a lot of actual books that need shelf space. And the book shelves are open, so things get dusty after a while. Thankfully we don’t have an issue with bouncing balls or kids. But I like to have my things out to see them and I’ve run out of bookshelves. I’m open to suggestions – anyone?

Could Use Some Comfort Food Tonight

What a fucked up day today has been. Its like anything that could possibly go wrong found a way to go wrong. You know what I mean?

First thing is when I left the house to go to work, I noticed the right front tire looked funny. Thank God I had parked on the street and had to walk past the front tire to get in the car. If I had parked in the driveway I would not have seen the tire at all. So I drove straight to the gas station where they have an air pump and found out that the air is not free anymore. You have to pay fifty cents to get air in your tires. If course, you need two fucking quarters to put in the machine, and I have no quarters on me. At. All.

So, I go inside the store and ask for change and the fuckhead clerk tells me that I have to buy something before he can open the register drawer and give me any change. What the fuck? I want to buy air. Give me some fucking quarters!

So then there is a wreck on the interstate and traffic is fucked up for like 20 miles. I saw all the brake lights and got off the interstate, but so did a thousand other people, so the surface roads were clogged up and there’s a traffic light every 1/4 mile along that whole road. So it was slow going. Of course, I was like 40 minutes late for work.

The whole day just turned to shit. The boss was bitchy. The secretary called out sick. I just sucked it up and got through the say. When I get home I want some macaroni and cheese and a glass of red wine and a hot bath. And then I’ll think about dinner.

A Quiet Christmas Morning

Call me silly, but I have absolutely no good reason to get up early this morning and I did anyway. I could have slept until 10:00 am but knowing that this is Christmas still gets me giddy and excited, even with no little kids around. I woke up and my first thought was, “It’s Christmas!” and I walked out to look at my beautiful Christmas tree and it just made me get shivers. I love this time of year.

Merry Christmas – I hope Santa was good to you last night!

Wish I Could Get a Puppy for Christmas

I really do wish that I could get a puppy for Christmas. I was never allowed to have any pets when I was growing up. My mom hates animals and says that animals for outdoors – not in the house. So what’s the point in getting a cat or a dog if you can never bring them into the house to snuggle with you and play?

I have a friend who’s German Shepherd just had puppies. They are black and a couple have brown markings on them. They are adorable! I really wish I could get one of her puppies. But my landlord would have a shit fit if I brought a dog home – he made it very clear that no pets are allowed in the apartments. That just sucks. I think my mom and my landlord grew up together or something. Surely its a generational thing to hate animals in the house.

I’ll have to wait until I can get my own house with a yard before I can get a dog. I will have a dog soon, though. I am saving up for my first house and if everything works out I will have my house later next year. Then I can seriously look for a new puppy for next Christmas!

Still Have Turkey Leftover

Thanksgiving was really nice but not as many people showed up as we were expecting, so I have a lot of turkey leftover. The side dishes are left over, too, but they are easier to deal with than the big chunks of turkey meat. I can make soup and get rid of most of the vegetables. But there are only so many turkey sandwiches that I can stand before the thought of more turkey just makes me ill.

On today’s sandwich, which I hope will be the last turkey sandwich in a very long time for me, I just put a slice of Swiss cheese and some thin slices of Vidalia onion and a nice spread of mayonnaise on the bread with the sliced turkey. I considered grilling the sandwich so the cheese would melt, but the bread was so fresh and soft that I didn’t want to ruin the bread by grilling it.

Yesterday’s sandwich was totally different. I didn’t use cheese at all, and I put a layer of leftover stuffing on the meat, then I smeared a thin coat of jellied cranberry sauce on the bread instead of mayonnaise. It turned out really tasty, but I have had plenty of turkey to last me a long while.