So...
Thanksgiving.
I'm thankful for a lot, and I have a lot to be thankful for. It's often not the same thing for some people, and I feel that some should clarify. I'm thankful for my job, my house, my possessions - the ones I never thought I'd own. I'm thankful that my brother's doing well, I'm thankful that my daughter is emailing me now. I'm thankful for the various forms of sacred life that have deigned to live in my house, and the thankful for small children that don't. I'm incredibly thankful for a wonderful girlfriend that doesn't expect anything more from me than I expect from myself, who will take me for who I am and love me just the same. I'm grateful that she's done everything she could to make and keep me happy, and grateful that she places such trust in me. I'm thankful she forgives the mistakes when I make them, and for the chance to redeem myself. I'm grateful for new friends, and for old ones that haven't forgotten me. I'm thankful for the blessings I have been given, and mindful of the trials and mistakes I've been through and made to get here. I'm grateful that the Father and Mother let me make those mistakes, and that everyone and everything I've wronged give me the chance to not repeat them.
I think that sums it up.
I love the food. I like hanging out with my friends... We've gone to my friend Chazz' house three years in a row now, and I enjoy being around him and his family, and it's becoming tradition. He always cooks late, and is always --> <-- this far from pulling his hair out, and it's always a good time.
I hate, however, "Scene It" and the fact that everything's closed. Can't even goo to Wal-mart for a whole 24 hours. What's the world coming to when Wally World closes? So the rat cage levels will most likely have to wait until we can get something more substantial to build them out of. And the locks for the doors, since the locks I bought didn't work out so well.
But at least I can say I'm done with the building part.
76" tall, 47" wide, and 24" deep, those four rats aren't going to know what to do with themselves. I can guarantee you that the cage will find it's way back into the kitchen, though, when I get tired of hearing the water bottle-bearing clacking while I'm trying to get a few Zzz's on the couch.
Still a rockin' project - something I could get done.
Type O Negative again - Christmas music. I can't exactly justify why, but I consider my Christmas music to consist of Type O, Cradle of Filth, and other heavy dark bands. Don't know why - I guess the sort of "epic" sound, the darkness, the "bleakness" of their music equates with winter music to me.
"Her Ghost in the Fog" - a Cradle of Filth video - is set in a winter landscape, and it happens to be one of my favorite CoF songs, and that probably has to do with it to.
Of course, the fact that traditionally I've hated the holidays plays a part, as the music from these bands is also hopeless and dark, melancholy and angry. Which is a preety good estimation of the spectrum of emotions I tend to go through this time of year.
Also, of course, the fact that I love this season somehow plays against all I've said above. Not that I actually like the holidays, but I really enjoy the weather, the cold.
Eh.
Now I'm just typing because I'm bored. I mean, I'm talking to a hot girl that will be here this weekend to enjoy my girlfriend and I, and my girlfriend is sitting behind me ready to go to bed... in all sorts of ways. So bored isn't really an applicable word... More like just sorta "blech" than bored. I'm looking forward to this weekend, not looking forward to cleaning. Looking forward to this weekend, not looking forward to next week.
It's a very ambivalent feeling, thinking ahead of things to come. Something I've become rather astute at - being able to see the hills and valleys of the roller coaster before actually encountering them.
I want to type more about this coming weekend, but the old jinx reservations come back to me, so I'll leave it for some other time... sorry to disappoint. All I'll say is that I hope, of the three of us, that Heather has the best time. For her sake, of course, and so it will happen again.
Because I'm selfless and selfish in the same thought.
But truthfully, when it comes down to it, I just want her to relax and be comfortable with it all, to enjoy something she knows she could, if she'd let herself go with it. To see her happy in this as I want to see her happy in all things. It goes without saying that if Heather's enjoying herself, we all will enjoy ourselves.
Sword of Damocles, trying to explain the thoughts wrapped up in my head.
Eh.
Thanksgiving.
I'm thankful for a lot, and I have a lot to be thankful for. It's often not the same thing for some people, and I feel that some should clarify. I'm thankful for my job, my house, my possessions - the ones I never thought I'd own. I'm thankful that my brother's doing well, I'm thankful that my daughter is emailing me now. I'm thankful for the various forms of sacred life that have deigned to live in my house, and the thankful for small children that don't. I'm incredibly thankful for a wonderful girlfriend that doesn't expect anything more from me than I expect from myself, who will take me for who I am and love me just the same. I'm grateful that she's done everything she could to make and keep me happy, and grateful that she places such trust in me. I'm thankful she forgives the mistakes when I make them, and for the chance to redeem myself. I'm grateful for new friends, and for old ones that haven't forgotten me. I'm thankful for the blessings I have been given, and mindful of the trials and mistakes I've been through and made to get here. I'm grateful that the Father and Mother let me make those mistakes, and that everyone and everything I've wronged give me the chance to not repeat them.
I think that sums it up.
I love the food. I like hanging out with my friends... We've gone to my friend Chazz' house three years in a row now, and I enjoy being around him and his family, and it's becoming tradition. He always cooks late, and is always --> <-- this far from pulling his hair out, and it's always a good time.
I hate, however, "Scene It" and the fact that everything's closed. Can't even goo to Wal-mart for a whole 24 hours. What's the world coming to when Wally World closes? So the rat cage levels will most likely have to wait until we can get something more substantial to build them out of. And the locks for the doors, since the locks I bought didn't work out so well.
But at least I can say I'm done with the building part.
76" tall, 47" wide, and 24" deep, those four rats aren't going to know what to do with themselves. I can guarantee you that the cage will find it's way back into the kitchen, though, when I get tired of hearing the water bottle-bearing clacking while I'm trying to get a few Zzz's on the couch.
Still a rockin' project - something I could get done.
Type O Negative again - Christmas music. I can't exactly justify why, but I consider my Christmas music to consist of Type O, Cradle of Filth, and other heavy dark bands. Don't know why - I guess the sort of "epic" sound, the darkness, the "bleakness" of their music equates with winter music to me.
"Her Ghost in the Fog" - a Cradle of Filth video - is set in a winter landscape, and it happens to be one of my favorite CoF songs, and that probably has to do with it to.
Of course, the fact that traditionally I've hated the holidays plays a part, as the music from these bands is also hopeless and dark, melancholy and angry. Which is a preety good estimation of the spectrum of emotions I tend to go through this time of year.
Also, of course, the fact that I love this season somehow plays against all I've said above. Not that I actually like the holidays, but I really enjoy the weather, the cold.
Eh.
Now I'm just typing because I'm bored. I mean, I'm talking to a hot girl that will be here this weekend to enjoy my girlfriend and I, and my girlfriend is sitting behind me ready to go to bed... in all sorts of ways. So bored isn't really an applicable word... More like just sorta "blech" than bored. I'm looking forward to this weekend, not looking forward to cleaning. Looking forward to this weekend, not looking forward to next week.
It's a very ambivalent feeling, thinking ahead of things to come. Something I've become rather astute at - being able to see the hills and valleys of the roller coaster before actually encountering them.
I want to type more about this coming weekend, but the old jinx reservations come back to me, so I'll leave it for some other time... sorry to disappoint. All I'll say is that I hope, of the three of us, that Heather has the best time. For her sake, of course, and so it will happen again.
Because I'm selfless and selfish in the same thought.
But truthfully, when it comes down to it, I just want her to relax and be comfortable with it all, to enjoy something she knows she could, if she'd let herself go with it. To see her happy in this as I want to see her happy in all things. It goes without saying that if Heather's enjoying herself, we all will enjoy ourselves.
Sword of Damocles, trying to explain the thoughts wrapped up in my head.
Eh.