"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us."~Albert Schweitzer

Ah, ‘tis the season… for everyone to get super wasted and inappropriately tell their boss stories as the holiday company party over a bottle wine a dessert called the “Chocolate bag” and tolerate their family in close quarters for long amounts of time – a time of year when people get so lonely they literally start looking through their phone going “I’d rather spend NYE with YOU getting drunk trying to publically molest me, than watch Grey’s Anatomy alone on my couch.” " look back, reflect, and think "Wow, how many things in life I have to be thankful for"-- Oh yes people, it’s Chrismaka-kwanzakus. (That’s more PC than Merry Christmas, right?...)


Shopping isn’t even appealing to ME at this point. Sarah and I took a road trip home to visit Grandma in the hospital this weekend, and we took the Coopster-Poopster (poor kid, we seriously rhyme is his name with stuff like that…my mom has this little song she sings him when she changes his diaper called “Coopers is the Poopers…” – he’s probably going to be horribly scarred from this and forever have issues with women and and restrooms) with us…lemme tell YOU something; You think seeing Sarah pull someone out of a car and beast their ass pissy on any regular Saturday is intense, try seeing her pushing her baby in a stroller with people cutting her off left and right while she’s trying to get some douche who clearly can't keep up with the fast-paced automotive department that had 1 other person in it someone to unlock an electronics cabinet for her, while the baby is screaming –this is when Sarah is on the cusp of a severe holiday ass beating. Why Wal-Mart? Well, we're lazy we were in Bartlesville, OK (that’s where the hospital is) and my mom had a bunch of stuff to get, Sarah had a bunch of stuff to get, and I was deciding to be agreeable at that point…so Wal-Mart it was…


Most of my shopping has been done online. By that I mean, most of my shopping has consisted of me getting two or three things for myself people here and there and thinking of how much I like the stuff I’m looking at, so I get caught up in searching for stuff for me, decide I’m going to wait for it to go on sale, and nothing really gets accomplished. So, here it is 5 days until Christmas and I spent the entire weekend drinking and laying around my entire Sunday afternoon lying on my gay bestie’s couch watching “Community” and laughing at Chevy Chase’s loveable, yet socially awkward, character made to exploit his previous “goof-ass-ish-ness” portrayal of Clark Griswold on Christmas Vacation. Good lord. That is sad, isn’t it? I’m probably a bottle of Godiva Chocolate liqueur away from talking about “feelings” with people. Holidays do weird things to people…


On a positive note, I’m finished with class for the semester and if I never hear the phrase “explain how this theory would function in the context of your group…” it’d be too soon and I'd probably end up burning something to the ground. I’m glad to be working only a half day on Thursday, so I’m pretty much on the countdown to the holidays courtesy of the bottles of Root Beer and Jaeger that Max brought me (mixed together it’s called a Jim Morrison….try it!) and the four bottles of Korbel Brut Champagne that Sam’s Club put right near the front at half the price, so I couldn’t pass it up…. Yup, the years winding down and my perpetual state of drunkenness is steadily increasing, so HAPPY TIMES, PEOPLE…Happy times!


Really though, I am happy. I smile alot these days. I have a loving family, fantastic friends, and even when bad/weird/crappy/ridiculous crap happens, I still wake up each morning thankful for everything I have and all the wonderful people I know. Before this gets all “It’s a Wonderful Life,” on your asses, I will end this post by saying – the one person thing I really look forward to confessing the truth to in the new year? Guess you’ll have to read my next one. ~K