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I’m going to be gone until Sunday afternoon. Gary, Seth and I are going to a cabin with some friends. It should be good times. Cold, but good times. I haven’t been camping in a over a year. Then, it was more and less camping than this. More, being that it was in a tent. Less because we weren’t far away. Twas fun, though. Good times.

Be back Sunday.

I figured it out! Aside from the mutual decision to start actually saving money, my resolution is going to be to really take my camera everywhere and take pictures of more things this year. Just going through my photos for last year to come up with the year in photos made me realize I didn’t take shit for pictures. Last year was a little kooky, though.

I have a good feeling about 2008. I feel like at the end of this year I’ll be saying, “Hey, 2008 was a good year for us.” and I’ll be ready for 2009. But I’ll not get ahead of myself and just worry about this year for now. Yay, Happy New year!

Tiny Resolutions:

1) Draw/Paint/Make more. I’ve gotten into some kind of rut. Maybe because my hands are too damn cold for it. We must overcome obstacles.

2) I intend to come off as less of a bitch because of shyness. I can’t let that shit rule my life and first impressions forever. Valium, maybe, can help me with this? So would that make Valium my resolution?

3) I’ve already gotten myself addicted to morning coffee. Yes I did this on purpose. My theory, just from observation, was that the most productive people I know/see drink a lot of coffee in the morning. I was right on, too. I get up earlier. WAY earlier. I get more shit done. Faster. Don’t lecture me about the health issues. I know about them. Thanks.

I got those lips from DeviantArt a while back when I was making something. If it’s yours, please let me know and I’ll be glad to credit you and your lips. Thanks!

       Lately Seth has been really whiny. Like, he’ll ask for a cookie And I’ll say “No.”. Where He Used To Say “Ok.” And go on about his business, He now starts whining and actually crying about it. When Gary tells him no, he sometimes even tells Gary “I don’t like you.” Ok. Kids say that. They WANT to hurt you to get you back, I know. But Seth never said these things before. I don’t know what else to do but make him go sit on his bed for a while or sit in a chair in a corner. Actually he gets spanked* for saying that to his dad. It’s pretty much the most annoying thing he does, and I can almost see where someone would give their kid whatever they want just so they don’t have to hear that bullshit every time they tell them no.

However, I am not one of those someones. Seth is not a spoiled child. Sure he owns about a million Hot Wheels, and he pretty much gets them whenever he asks for them, but that’s just because he’s usually so darn good. He really is a good kid. Contrary to popular belief (*cough*uncle Michael*cough*), he was NOT born that way. He is stubborn and cranky and just plain annoying at times, but I know him so I know the exact type of discipline that works. Now, I’m lost. It’s been 5 years of not giving in when it matters that has given me this wonderful child. I am grinding my values into him.

Maybe it’s all about figuring out the values of “Don’t whine when you don’t get what you want.”

Am I the spoiled brat? Am I stupid to think that my little angel shouldn’t be doing these things. The only change that’s been made lately is he’s been put on Allergy medicine and, probably the cause of all this nonsense, it’s Christmastime. Could it be that Santa ( I swear a typed Satan on accident) has jacked some of my authority? Did all those things people tell him about being good for Santa ruin it for me?

*Yes, I spank him when I feel like he needs more severe discipline than a time-out. Get the fuck over it.

Well, Christmas is over and while I actually enjoyed the holiday season this year, I’m kind of glad it’s over. I don’t feel obligated to do anything or be anywhere outside of the ordinary anymore. Not like I could be anyway. I’m stuck at home without my car. I needed to clean the house anyway.

We spent half of Christmas day at my grammas house, eating too much delicious ham and making fun of family members. As my younger cousins get older, they become so much more tolerable. Most of them, at least. My uncles just grow more and more obnoxious with age. I can’t even stand to be around them anymore. They’re nothing alike, but still completely intolerable. They’re also hell bent on making my grandmother feel like shit, which pisses me off to no end. Everything she does for them and they have no respect nor appreciation for it.

The second half of Christmas was spent driving to and hanging out in Ocean Springs, MS at Gary’s mom’s house. We had a bonfire and drank some. I woke up the next day feeling like crap. I made it through the ride home, a visit at grammas with her and my uncle (see above), and a trip to Wal-Mart to exchange gifts we got from there. Goodbye, tacky Navajo-looking flannel sheets, hello new shiny carafe coffee pot. Hey, I warned her. I asked her to borrow some flannel sheets until I bought some since it’s fucking cold in my house and my cotton ones hurt when I get into bed. She said “Hey, that’s what I’ll get you for Christmas.” I said, “Please PLEASE don’t buy me sheets. I like to pick my own.” Guess what she picked out for me? Yeah, really. Sheets. Ugly ones. Her redeeming factor is that she got me a sweet cake plate/punch bowl combo. I really needed a cake plate. Not so much a punch bowl, but Gary’s excited to be making Jello in it. >_<

For New Year’s Eve, I think we will be going back to Gary’s mom’s for another bonfire. This time we will be more prepared and it will be more fun times. I think it won’t be below freezing that night either. Though, it would be nice for it to snow. It’s been five years. Also, this is the first year I think Seth is actually going to remember the holiday season, so it would be nice if it was super memorable. That may sound silly, but it just DOESN’T snow here. We are freezing our asses off when it’s 50 degrees. Snow is a special event. To you it may be icky nastiness that traps you in your house, but here it’s a magical blanket that falls from the sky and sticks in our mind forever.

I need to take more photos. I feel like I’m slacking. Also, why would anyone not like Martha Stewart?!

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