So i had a post all written out about how I got into the festive mood today when i was enjoying some Dunkins Hot Chocolate in Crystal city while reading before I went back to the office from an event on the Hill today. But thats not the part that got me festive. No no, i heard my favorite christmas song of all time while I was sitting there. Anyone who knows me knows that “Last Christmas” by Wham makes my little heart go pitter patter. For all the nights I’ve sang it in december at karaoke with pals in Boston and here. How singing that song in December 2005 somehow caused a life shattering conversation that essentially changed my world and my view of relationships. The song has since redeemed itself and no longer haunts me with memories of screaming matches and tear stained cheeks and words I can’t even bear to repeat because they weigh too heavy in my memory but you get the point either way. We all have those songs, it just seems slightly off that one of my MANY one of those songs happens to be the greatest Christmas song of all time. Don’t judge.
Then…Wordpress ate it.
So I wanted to throw Stella (the mac) across the room because of this fact, and because I had a shittacular day at work – I got thrown nay, chucked, under the bus by a coworker to assist my boss in planning yet another one of her personal parties (fyi this is #3 – both the previous parties likely had budgets twice as much as my wedding budget) when this coworker who tossed me under the proverbial bus? Yeah, I’m the ONLY ONE who shows her ANY remote amount of respect because she’s some sort of sixty year old version of the ass hole in kindergarten that tattled on everyone. No lie. Five minutes late? She’ll send an email to Boss Lady ratting your late ass out.
I won’t even get into the debate about the china we registered for which apparently isn’t good enough quality? It’s not expensive enough – I know that…the ….other….mother…means well but I’m struggling to not be offended. Struggling really really hard because ultimately, fiance and I picked it out. We like it. It’s good enough for us. Really? How many people are going to hold our china up to the light and say “oh well you can’t really see through this very well. It’s not bone china, hmmm I guess I won’t eat off it.” I know it’s not a big deal…and ultimately the intentions are well enough but guh. I know they’re only suggestions but I don’t need them. I don’t want them. I’ve always been stubborn and headstrong and when i want to do things myself? I’ll do them. That means, telling me your concerns once? Is probably more than enough. Fiance, the saint he is, has taken charge as the point person on the china because he knows it’s all wearing on my last nerve. We did however, not to appease anyone but ourselves, pick out a different everyday china set. Which on the opposite spectrum, my own darling mother doesn’t understand why we need TWO sets of china. *sigh* Can’t win ‘em all eh?
Then of course, we set our wedding budget last night. With the contributions from our families…we don’t have to come up with too much money ourselves. It’s nothing we can’t afford. It’s just going to mean tightening our belts a little bit more. But then that? Is why I didn’t purchase a bottle of wine on my way home even though after the day I had today? I really wanted to. C’est la vie. I kind of needed that glass of wine after the day I had. Sacrifices will be made for the Host Bar gang. Just hope my pals appreciate. I kid, i kid.
I’ve got a lot of hate up in this joint tonight. Though I am glad that [insert ANTM model i liked the least without saying names because i don't want to spoil it for those who haven't yet seen it] got kicked off, I am glad that I had a night at home. I’m about 3,000 words behind from not writing at all this past weekend but today I made up about 3,000 words and am finally working my way up to 20,000 – I plan to be at 25,000 by 11/15/08 – aka Saturday night. It’s entirely doable – I just need to be steadfast. Tonight? I end up at 17,055. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. But let’s not talk about what NaNoWriMo has been doing to my emotional well being – using old LJ entries as inspiration? Bad idea that resulted in me crying for a half hour at my desk the other day – I don’t remember the details, though likely it’s all a moot point. I’ll chalk it up to being incredibly sleep deprived over the past week and a half that I didn’t quite make up for over the weekend.
Peace out kiddos. Wish me luck in not throwing myself out the window tomorrow at my organization’s “annual strategy meeting” – but that is not something I’ll get into here.
