Wow. I suppose I’ve never truly analyzed my Christmases before, but this one was somewhat of a doozy in the neuroses department. I kind of understand what my crazy is now....or at least I understand better, and in fact, my brother and I - while I’ve always understood us to be wildly different from each other - might not be so different after all. And that scares me quite a bit. He is an odd duck.
Finally admitted out loud that Mom is MEAN and kind of has been as long as I’ve been alive. It’s getting worse, however, and I’m not sure how I feel about it because the nuts don’t fall far from the tree.
On the other hand, Dad gets more awesome every day. Truth be told, and I’ll say it until the end, my dad has been just about the coolest person I know for as long as I’ve been alive. In this case, I’m hoping the apples don’t fall far from the tree.
So there you go. Suppose my brother and I are both mixes of the above. It’s the combination and the percentage that concerns me. I wonder just how much I have of good vs. bad.
In an amazing coincidence, my parents gave me a DNA test for Christmas! You know, one of those kits that you spit on and send your saliva sample in to understand your heritage and whatnot. I haven’t read the instructions yet, but I’m super intrigued. I’m hoping to find out how much Scottish I have in me…
…soon to be a LOT!
You knew that was coming, didn’t you?
But seriously. A weird Christmas this year - first thing, when I walked in the door on Christmas Eve morning, Dad announced that the whole family would be lighting the advent candles and doing the readings at their church for Christmas Eve service. What the what? I haven’t been to their church since that weirdo guy hit on me a few Christmas Eves ago. But I played along and everything was fine at the service. My niece is a little piece of work, though and she looooovvvveees attention, just like her Auntie.
Rest of Christmas went this way: annoyed by my mean mom, fought with my LOUD brother, pissed off my sis-in-law, played around with the baby (which was tons of fun), and - get this - my dog ate about 4 tablespoons of fat that my dad had skimmed off the roast beef juice while we weren’t looking. I’ve been watching her closely to make sure she doesn’t get deathly ill. As of this morning, she was fine, but I’m hoping she’ll stay that way.
Dinner on Christmas night at Karl’s. It was a nice excuse to say goodbye to my family after spending about 30 hours with them.
Athena and I both went out with Karl in the past, but nothing came of either one of our experiences (long story, he’s not over a long term girlfriend) and now we’re all friends and I love that. Enjoyed something of a Friendsgiving type Christmas casual dinner and drinks and then stayed for a while just to chat about nothing and everything.
And then the last couple of days I’ve just spent trying to figure out what to pack for NYC, shopping a bit and I’ve also spent a lot of face time with The Scot.
Yeah, a very mellow end of Christmas after the shit show that was my family’s.
Today I’m at the office. Got in a couple of emails this morning, opened boxes that needed to be opened, just took the dog for her walk, and JUST got an email that says our office will be closing in an hour and 45 minutes! Nice!
The Scot and I are both beside ourselves with nervous energy. He will be on his way tomorrow - he gets in a day earlier than I do and he’ll be spending the night at a friend’s apartment on the Upper East Side and then I’ll fly in Sunday afternoon. Our plan is to meet at Grand Central Station under the clock a couple of hours after I land.
THIS IS HAPPENING!!
I’m still in a state of disbelief. I’m not going to 100% believe it until we are standing face-to-face, saying hello and checking out the chemistry. I think we’ve both put quite a bit of expectation on this meeting, so I need to figure out how to chill out a bit.
I have to stay realistic, but I also want to make sure I just live in the moment…the whole time. It’s going to be amazing. I just know it.
I’ve packed for cold weather and now the weather forecast is calling for warmer temps. I suppose I’ll just throw in a few extra layering pieces. I’ve decided to check a bag this time as I’m tired of trying to fit everything in to my carry-on…and it’s projected to rain on New Years Eve. I’m hoping my plans don’t fall thorough.
Did I tell you? I’ve booked a Central Park horse-drawn carriage ride at 11:30pm on NYE. that will take us through the bells/ball drop (heh). Not sure what happens if it rains. I guess those carriages are covered, aren’t they? It will be fine. It will be us together and a bottle of bubbly. Perhaps I should pack a few bottles in my checked bag? Perfect!
The rest is completely up in the air. We both want to spend our 4 days together being as lazy as possible, and just strolling around wherever, hand in hand.
Anyway, I’ve been sending him nervous chatter texts this morning, and he’s actually calmed me down quite a bit. I sent him something particularly stupid earlier and then kind of kicked myself for it and this is the message he sent back. Adore this guy already. I really do.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that I need to get to know him, but again, I want to live completely in the moment during this meet up. It’s the only way to truly start to get to know him anyway. It’s going to be unbelievable. I just know it.
OK. Enough of this nervous chatter!! I need to finish up here - clean up my desk and check a few things and then I’m done with work again until NEXT Friday! I kind of love this time of year!
xox,
GS
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