T, the B-Dog, and I celebrated the new year in a pretty low key fashion. T made homemade mac & cheese (the beautiful Giada's version--love her) and homemade pizza (which he didn't drop on the floor when he tried to toss it by hand--yeah!). We invited a good friend over for dinner, ate until we about popped, and sat around the table talking and drinking wine. During dinner I decided we would play a little game. One of us would pick a subject/topic that had something to do with 2007 or the upcoming 2008 then we would go around in a circle each giving our answer. Then the next person in the circle would choose a subject/topic and we'd go around again and so on and so forth. What was supposed to be dinner conversation turned into a game we played from the time we started dinner (around 8:30/9-ish) until midnight. It was a great way to celebrate the year that was and look forward to the upcoming new year as well as a great way to learn a little about what the year was like for each other and what we all hope for/dream about for the new year. The subjects ranged from the surface to the deep. I can't remember all the topics we covered but here are just a few of my answers:
Favorite Movie Released in 2007:
I'm a big movie fan so I can't just choose one. Mine was a tie between The Waitress (if you haven't seen it please do) and the latest collaboration between the always fascinating Tim Burton and the genius that is Johnny Depp, Sweeney Todd...but I'm a little bit partial to the Burton/Depp combo. I mean this was their 6th collaboration and of the five before this I own, mmmmm, yeah, that would be all five...and I'll own this one too.
Favorite TV show of 2007:
my family and I are in love with Chuck, all week we look forward to Chuck night
Favorite cd of 2007 (the cd listened to the most--didn't have to be released in 2007):
hands down Skin & Bones by the Foo Fighters
Proudest moment of 2007:
Being published twice--once in Artful Blogging and once in Life Images
Greatest memory of 2007:
walking into B&N and seeing my image on the cover of a magazine...and then propping the magazine up beside other magazines and taking my picture with other celebrities like Oprah, the oh-so yummy Christian Bale, and the equally yummy Orlando Bloom
Five songs listened to the most over 2007 (don't have the be released in 2007):
in no particular order--
Saddest Moment of the Year:
the death of my uncle
Greatest Regret/Disappointment of 2007:
not getting to have one last time to tell my uncle I loved him...even though I know he knew I still would have liked to tell him
Best Choice of 2007:
putting the B-Dog in pre-school, his intellect is growing by leaps and bounds
Two People (one 'real life', one famous) that you're glad came into your life in 2007:
One person who's work influenced 2007:
for me it was William Stafford, his discipline of writing a poem every morning inspired me, and continues to inspire me, to do the same
Another Celebration of 2007:
getting a raise!
Favorite Scientific/Technological change/advancement of 2007:
this category was the toughest one for me. T is a computer genius and our friend is a scientist with his PhD...and then there's me...the more artistic of the group. The other two had to skip me, give their answer, and then come back to me. And I still couldn't come up with anything. Then later in the night I finally thought of something--Radiohead releasing their latest album on-line and letting buyers set their own price. At first I thought why in the world would you let buyers set their own price? And then I realized they really might be on to something. I mean if you cut out the middle man, cut out shipping and packaging costs, then even after letting buyers set their own price Radiohead will probably make more money off the album than they would have otherwise.
Surprise of the year:
Al Gore winning the Noble Peach Prize, I'm happy for him...but it was a surprise
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One of the things looking forward to the most in 2008:
ArtFest baby!
A fun 'resolution' for the year:
In 2008 I'm going to travel the world without ever leaving my couch by reading one travel memoir/essay each month. I've started the year off by traveling to 1920's Paris with Ernest Hemingway by reading The Movable Feast.
A discipline to incorporate into 2008:
I'm following in William Stafford's shoes by writing a poem a day
Mondo Beyondo for 2008:
I've mentioned this to a few friends and I'm still tossing it around...but...I'd really like to start my own zine (we'll talk about this more in a later post)
Dear Santa,
This year I have been a very, very good girl. In light of how good I've been could you please see fit to give me the following:
That's a grand total of 13 days from work just to get caught up on life and do a little enjoying of life. If you'd like to make it a nice round number you could give me 15 days (a totaly of 3 weeks) and I could spend the additional two days hanging out with my bestest friend because she deserves a couple days from work as well. Surely you can manage this Santa. And I promise I'd be ever so grateful.
Love,
me
It's been ten days since my last post. I just haven't felt much like blogging. I just haven't felt like much of anything. With my time I have been making choices, choices I hope will refresh and renew. Instead of blogging I have been crawling into bed a few minutes earlier than normal. Instead of writing I have been curling up with a good book, something I haven't done in a long while. Instead of reading blog posts and e-mails I have been reading the work of Sharon Olds. Instead of using my creativity here in the blog world I've been using it out in the 'real' world. I've been making these choices in an attempt to nurture myself because I've been feeling...well, I'm not exactly sure how to describe it. I'm not really under the weather up I do feel freakin' exhausted by all of life. And then I realized something--I felt this way this time last year, and the year before that. And then I realized something else--I think I hate Christmas. This came as quite a surprise to me because I've always loved Christmas. When did this happen? When did I become the girl who hates Christmas? It's not really Christmas itself that I hate. I don't really hate the meaning of Christmas or what Christmas is supposed to be. I hate everything surrounding Christmas. I hate the stress of gift buying not because I don't like giving but because I hate the financial strain and trying to figure out what people who have so much really need anyway. I hate playing Santa not because I don't want my son to experience the joy and wonder of Christmas morning but because I hate fighting crowds of people at every store in town (which is why I did a good portion of my shopping at Amazon.com.) And I think what I hate most is the decorating. I love the pretty decorations, the lights, the ornaments, the stockings. I just hate the time and energy that goes into getting these things out and up. And the only thing I might hate more than decorating is un-decorating. All this time and energy spent only to turn around a few days later and do it all over again, this time to get everything put away until next year when I get to do it all over again...sigh.
I made this surprising discovery about my feelings towards Christmas this weekend while trying to complete my Christmas shopping. While at Toys R Us searching for a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Van (one of two items requested from Santa), having already searched 3 Wal-Marts, a Target, and K&B Toys, with no success, I wanted to sit in the middle of the floor and cry. I didn't care about the other stressed-out and frantic parents. I didn't care who stepped on me, stumbled over me, or had to go out of their way to get around me. I just wanted to sit there and cry. That's when I realized how much I hate all of this, how at one point it may have been fun, even thrilling, but not any more. Now it's just a huge pain in the ass, not to mention a total joy killer. Then I realized it again later in the day when I fought my way to the local shopping mall to find a snow globe (Santa always brings a snow globe because I thought that one day, when the B-Dog is grown and on his own, that it might be fun for him to have an entire collection of snow globes to display at Christmas). As I exited JC Penny's and entered the main corridor of the mall I heard the tinkling of bells being played by a hand-bell choir. Again I wanted to sit on the floor and cry, not because I hated the moment but because I realized that I wasn't enjoying any of this, that while others were stopping to enjoy the music, huge smiles on their faces, the tinkling bells causing them to momentarily forget about the stress and commercialism of Christmas, all the ding-a-linging was doing for me was making me see just how far from enjoying Christmas I have actually come...and that made me really, really sad, sad because I don't know when or how this happened, sad because I can't believe it happened to me, sad because, well, what is more depressing than hating Christmas. Isn't it supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year?
There's this wise and compassionate part of me that knows I don't have to do any of these traditional Christmas things...or at least not to the extent I have done them all in the past. And then there's this other part of me that feels obligated to do it all and to do it to the best of my ability not just because I'm a mother and I have a child counting on me to create Christmas memories but because I owe it to myself, because if I don't do at least some of the traditional Christmas things then it feels like the Christmas stress, the Christmas blues, the Christmas commercialism have won, and I'm not ready to surrender, not ready to call it quits. As much as Christmas currently feels like a huge pain in the ass I'm still not ready to not have Christmas. I'm still not ready to forget about decorating the Christmas tree, buying gifts, driving around looking at sparkly colored lights, or hanging the stockings by the chimney with care. I'm not quite to the point where I'm ready to tell Santa to beat it. There is still enough Christmas spirit left in me to keep me going, to keep me from becoming the Grinch, or Ebenezer Scrooge. There's still just enough to possibly save me, and Christmas at our abode...I just might not have my decorations up until the day before Christmas...and they might not come down until Valentines Day.
I'm just a girl with a blog, trying to live a fuller life.
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