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My Life Thus Far
Roomba!
My best Christmas present ever. If you don't know what
Roomba is, let me explain. It's a robotic vacuum cleaner
(the size of a dinner plate) that wanders around your
house in a random pattern and cleans the floor FOR you.
Carpet, tile, hard wood, rugs, etc. Although it doesn't do
100% of the work, it does do about 90% of it, so my days
of slaving over a broom are done! I also got a new CD
workout CD player (I would have prefered an iPod for the
same price, but I won't complain), an assortment of angora
and cashmere sweaters, lingerie and a beautiful teapot and
matching cups. I got some other stuff, too, but there were
so many presents I've forgotten what they are already. I
know that sounds terrible, but my family seems to believe
that quantity and quality go hand-in-hand.
It's shocking, I skipped a day in my beloved diary. I
simply didn't feel like writing last night. I had a pretty
good evening with the family. We sat around and watched
tv, had a big fire and lounged around all evening. It
wasn't a bad day, it just wasn't worth writing about.
Last night, after the girls went to bed, Snookums and I
sat in front of the fire and had a long talk. We talked
about what we want for our family, traditions we'd like to
adopt, things we'd like to see happen. Basically, where
we'd like to see ourselves in the future. Christmas is
such an unhappy time of year for me. I miss my family so
much. I miss the traditions of my childhood, the closeness
of a big family and all the happiness that I felt when I
was with them. Now that all the stuff with my step-father
is out in the open, my family doesn't really want anything
to do with me. I'm a shame to them and that's a painful
thing to have happen. Snookums and I discussed starting
our own family traditions and making Christmas special
again, for us. But, honestly I don't even want to.
Because, any tradition we adopt will be a spin-off of a
childhood memory and that will only succeed in bringing me
more pain. I've accepted that Christmas will mean nothing
to me except an excuse to shop and give nice gifts. To
show people I care about them. I suppose that will have to
be enough.
This morning after we opened presents, we went to The
Family Pancake House for breakfast (it was one of the few
places open). It was so crowded in there, it was
ridiculous. But, it was fun being there and I would be
willing to make that a tradition. Breakfast at the Pancake
House every Christmas. It's a lame tradition, but we've
got to start somewhere. Ciao and Merry Christmas, if
you've got something to be merry about.
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