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Happy New Year.
January 3, 2005
Have I even written about our lovely New Year celebration? I don't think I have. And as I sit here, reflecting back on my two week break from work, I really don't want to return. I've been having fun straightening up my house, cooking relaxed meals, hanging out with the kiddos, reading, playing sims2...all that stuff.
But I'm glad that I, for once, had a decent vacation in which I actually got some nice time to rest and plenty of time to hang out by myself and recharge. I didn't do a whole lot of anything, but I did little bits of everything.
Our New Year's celebration was mellow, but nice. The kids and I hung out all day on New Year's Eve. We hosted a small visitor, and I busied myself making pizza dough and sauce, and other tasty kitchen treats. Later, J came over to celebrate with us, and the kids watched Labyrinth, and then I tried to interest them in Snow Day, but decided to turn it off when the kids totally did not laugh at the 4th or 5th fart joke in a row (which indicated to me that they were completely disinterested in the movie). I think it was at this point that Monk initiated the pillow fight, which was really fun...and then we sort of waited around until midnight and toasted the new year with Stewart's soda pops. The boys both thought that was the best part. I had wanted to get some sparkling apple cider, but couldn't find it until we had already chosen a bunch of different flavors of soda pop.
Anyway, the boys pretty much fell asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows, and J and I hung out for a bit, and then he tucked me in and left. It was a really nice New Year's celebration. One of the best I've had in a long time.
On New Year's Day I dropped the kids off at their papa's house around noonish and puttered around the house all day. J and I went out and played pool, and I had a blast! I haven't played pool in a long time, and I pretty much suck, but I enjoy playing, anyway. Last night, I realized that the reason why I seem to get better and better as the night wears on is because I don't drink...and it's not that I'm getting better and better, but that my poolmates are getting worse and worse with each beer. Ha!
It's really really freaking hot here. I'm sitting in my kitchen wearing shorts and a t-shirt in front of an open window at 1:30 AM and I'm SWEATING. What the fuck is up with that?
I'm resisting going to bed, because when I wake up tomorrow, I'll be back at work...and I do not want to go I do not want to go I so, totally do not want to go back to work. I really love my job, but there's just too much work-related stress happening right now, having less to do with the actual functions of my job, and more to do with working for a non-profit and the tremendous amount of uncertainty regarding our program and funding. I'm tired of stressing about it. I just want to quit my job and cook and clean and hang with the kids and write and do freelance work (not necessarily in that order) for awhile. That is my unspoken wish for the new year, and all of the time I have had to think about it has only made me want it more.
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i don't wanna go to work tomorrow neither. say, how about us starting that left wing think tank we were talking about a while back. or radical consulting firm or some such thing. i forget what it was, other than the fact that we could do this stuff we already do for fun, except we'd get paid for it and not have to go to work at a 9-5 day job. i lost my notes, do you still have yours?
I like R@d@R's idea. Can I telecommute from the west coast? I have good speaking skills. I have a worthless college degree in Lit.
Sounds cool. Sign me up.
Sounds like you had a good time. Do you never drink alcohol Dru and was that a conscious decision?