It’s almost officially Christmas Eve in the central time zone.  I have very mixed feelings about the holiday this year.  I’ve put myself through so many changes in the past 3 months – positive, GOOD changes – that to be honest, my 40th birthday (last week) and Christmas itself really kind of snuck up on me.  I don’t have a Christmas tree up, no presents wrapped and stacked, nothing.  This is the first time in as long as I can remember that I didn’t have SOME kind of Christmas tree up.  Very kind of sad and bizarre.

My dad called me last week and wanted to know if I was coming to St. Louis for the holiday.  (oh, my company shuts down from just before Christmas until the first working day after the 1st of January and gives us the time off paid without us having to burn our vacation or sick days – its a heavenly benefit of my company)  There was a lot of rumors that they were going to ask us to work over the holiday because we were expecting our contract funding from our customer by the end of last week.  That didn’t happen, so now it won’t happen until after the first of the year (the customer is shut down as well).  However, not knowing for sure until Friday means I couldn’t book a plane ticket, and holy lord, the prices are ridiculous.  So, I called my dad this morning and told him that I wasn’t coming home for Christmas.  He understood.  I could hear my mom mumbling in the background, but he deflected it for me.

After Christmas, the parents are going to head out to their lake house in Kentucky with the kids.  I am only about an hour to hour and a half away from Nashville, and so are they – so we are going to meet up in Nashville in about a week so I can see my Monkey and pick my Terrorist up to come home with me.  I have a lot to do between now and then to get the place ready for the Terrorist’s arrival.  I’m looking forward to her being here with me.

Tomorrow I am going to venture out.  Insanity, I know.  But I want to get a new wireless router for the house and treat myself to a manicure and pedicure.  I haven’t had a pedicure since August!  I was due to go for one when I broke my foot.  As long as they are gentle with the massaging on the stupid foot that’s a little mangled, I’ll be fine.  I have to go.  Can’t stand it any more.  Then pick up the stuff to make salsa and mexican food for Christmas dinner.

I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas.  And I leave you with one of my favorite Christmas carols, and my very favorite version of it.

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