At least that's what I feel like.
It is a family tradition to open gifts on Christmas Eve and stockings on Christmas morning. Sometimes I stockpile a few gifts for Christmas morning, just to prolong the excitement of gift-getting and giving. More often than not, my parents will save the best for last that I will also get to open the day of.
Technically, it's like Christmas Eve Eve for me tonight. I feel like a little girl staring at the Christmas tree with all the beautifully wrapped presents sprawled out beneath the ornament-laden branches, wondering when, oh when, will I finally get to open that one with the big bow?
Joshua is on a flight home right now, probably sleeping above the Atlantic Ocean. He only has seven more hours to go before they land in the U.S. Poor guy. I think the whole flight is like 15 hours long or something.
I know that tomorrow is my Christmas Eve. I will be traveling to Atlanta, staying in a hotel and beautifying myself, and then (to be honest) popping in a DVD of ER episodes and finding out if Dr. Weaver is going to rat out Carter for popping two Vicodin he bummed off a dead patient before I try to go to sleep. Key word try.
August 1 is a day I've been waiting so long for. My Christmas Eve.
And then there will be Christmas. The stocking. The best part. A few choice presents that Mom and Dad have waited until Christmas morning to give me because they are special.
Saturday will be Christmas, when I get the ultimate present of Joshua Geiger holding me tight.
Sweet sigh of bliss.
I actually sat down to write about something totally different, something about life choices and mistakes and decision-making strategy and older people always having to be logical.
Oh well.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Unemployed
Today, at 5:00 p.m. EST, I joined the ranks of the unemployed.
There was a brief moment of sheer terror followed by what felt like a load of bricks being lifted off my shoulders.
No job.
No incoming money.
Nada.
At this moment I am so tired all I can think about is crawling into bed. But you know what? I get to fall asleep knowing that tomorrow I am not going to work. And that, friends, is a lovely feeling for the time being.
I pick Joshua up on Saturday. I freaking cannot wait another minute.
There was a brief moment of sheer terror followed by what felt like a load of bricks being lifted off my shoulders.
No job.
No incoming money.
Nada.
At this moment I am so tired all I can think about is crawling into bed. But you know what? I get to fall asleep knowing that tomorrow I am not going to work. And that, friends, is a lovely feeling for the time being.
I pick Joshua up on Saturday. I freaking cannot wait another minute.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Caught red-handed
Somehow, I generally forget that people might actually read my blog when they see the link in my Facebook profile. I have a faint idea of the regular readers of my blog... Kak, Bek, Billy, Heather, someone who lives in Tivoli. (The apartment complex in O-town, not the city of 100 fountains in Italy.) By the way, if you are the lurker from Tivoli, announce yourself! I'm curious to know who you are.
But then there are others that I probably will never know about. Tonight I was hanging out with some friends from church, and one of them mentioned to me that he occasionally visited my blog. It's kind of a blow to the mind for a second. You sit at your computer, alone, and pour your head and sometimes heart out into a little blank box and hit "publish" and you are still, seemingly, alone. Sometimes I write with someone in mind. Maybe I'd like to make Billy laugh. Or throw something in that only Heather would find amusing. But a lot of the time, I write to an anonymous audience. Somehow it's an earth-shattering moment with that anonymity takes the face of someone I know in real life.
Makes me wonder who else lurks out there...
Probably no one, since my posts have been few and far between this summer. What can I say? I've been busy having meltdowns and highs and lows and intimacy with Jesus that has rocked my world.
Four days left at work.
Eight days till I clobber Joshua Geiger at the airport.
Ten days till I have a conversation that may change the trajectory of my life.
I'll let ya know.
But then there are others that I probably will never know about. Tonight I was hanging out with some friends from church, and one of them mentioned to me that he occasionally visited my blog. It's kind of a blow to the mind for a second. You sit at your computer, alone, and pour your head and sometimes heart out into a little blank box and hit "publish" and you are still, seemingly, alone. Sometimes I write with someone in mind. Maybe I'd like to make Billy laugh. Or throw something in that only Heather would find amusing. But a lot of the time, I write to an anonymous audience. Somehow it's an earth-shattering moment with that anonymity takes the face of someone I know in real life.
Makes me wonder who else lurks out there...
Probably no one, since my posts have been few and far between this summer. What can I say? I've been busy having meltdowns and highs and lows and intimacy with Jesus that has rocked my world.
Four days left at work.
Eight days till I clobber Joshua Geiger at the airport.
Ten days till I have a conversation that may change the trajectory of my life.
I'll let ya know.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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