Charlie Brown · Christmas · Dance · friends · Holidays · home · Music · single

Call Me Grinchy

It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, and I’m already sick of the holiday season. There was a time I liked Christmas music, as well as the Christmas season. Many things have ruined that for me, primarily the over-commerciallization of what should be a happy time. The commercials began before Halloween, and I am not as fast with the mute button on the remote as I’d like to be, so I keep hearing the carols over and over. I now throughly detest ‘Carol of the Bells.’ If I am ever captured by terrorists, all they’d have to do is threaten to play that song over and over again, and I’d break.

Of course, being a single woman at the holidays is never any fun. Everything is aimed at families, or couples, or children. The only ads aimed at singles are those for couples, telling us that every kiss begins with k. (Duh.)

I am a woman in the middle of her life, no children, no job, poor-to-middling health, and at this point no pets. I don’t have a home of my own to decorate, family meals to host or prepare, parties to attend, or even many people to send cards to.

Wow. That sounds more pathetic than I intended it to, and much more pathetic than my life actually is. Sure, things aren’t all roses and lollipops these days, but frankly, I’m not all that fond of roses or lollipops! I like tulips and lemondrops!  I started this post to whine a bit about how annoyed I am about how commercial the holidays have become, and I lost my train of thought.

I’m going to go now, and watch ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas.’ It’s still the only holiday television show that reflects the true meaning of the season. Plus, the music is awesome. And I love the way they all dance.


Barry Manilow · bed · friends · Michele · Music

Beaches and Beds

Yeah, that title sounds like this is gonna be a dirty post, but really, it’s not.

I’ve spent 65% of the last week in bed. Sleeping, I mean. For some reason, I’m incredibly tired lately. Amanda would tell me that I’m depressed, Lori would say I’m still getting over whatever made me so sick, and my Mom, well, she said “You’ve become lazy.” Which made my sister and I laugh, because I’ve always been lazy. Lazy is not a new thing for me! I’ve fallen asleep all over the place this week, though. I went in to talk to Max, fell asleep on his bed, and woke up when he started hollering at the video game he was playing. I sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, started snoozing. Fell asleep in my chair at least once a day. And yesterday, I swear, I fell asleep in the shower. Weird. I like my bed best. It’s squeaky, and tall, but comfy and I sleep better there than anywhere else.

“Beaches” is on television as I write this, and Barbra Hershey just died, so I’m typing and crying at the same time. I saw this movie the first time with Michele, and we both cried then. I read the book at some point, too; this is one of the times where the movie is better than the book. The story of childhood friends growing up together, and the death of one feels especially poignant to me these days, as I miss Michele. The anniversary of her passing was earlier this month, and I’d intended to write a big sentimental post about her, and our friendship. I just couldn’t do it. Something inside me wanted to keep that day personal to me. So I lit a candle, said a prayer, and looked at pictures.

The songs that make me think of Shel are not those in the soundtrack to “Beaches,’ no disrespect to Miss M. Michele and I danced to Copacabana, sang along to every stupid 80’s tune, and tunes from The Pirate Movie. And this:


This song still makes me cry.