Grown Up

It's my first solo Christmas away from home. I like to call it a "grown up Christmas." And, although I am intellectually OK with the idea of a "grown up Christmas," my emotional state is that of a two year old. I want to whine and cry about the fact that I can't be sipping my mom's homemade tea while curled up next to her fireplace rummaging through my stocking. Even though it was my idea to move 3,000 miles across the country, I want to pout about it. I want to be independently wealthy and bi-coastal. I want to have what I want when I want it. I want Christmas to heed to my will and have the holidays bend to my every whim.
But, I suppose having a "grown up Christmas" includes acting like a grown up.
I'm sure I'll get to that part eventually.
Happy Holidays Y'all.

Bio Baby, Bio.

After months of searching, calling, not getting called back and being all around irritated by flaky people with a serious cases of "Carolina Time"-I am happy to announce that Dustin and I are now the proud owners of a 1983 Mercedes Benz Turbo Diesel!!!
It ain't pretty but it runs and, being the hippies that we are, we are planning on running it on bio-diesel. Yes, the granola of diesels is plentiful in Asheville. You can drive right up to the pump as if were filled with the typical petroleum products and pump away! So, not only will we be riding in a BENZ, albeit an ugly one, we'll be filling the air with less harmful fumes and thereby making ourselves feel like earth loving, responsible citizens.

I shall be posting a picture of our fabulous new ride as soon as we actually get it to our house. (I could write a whole other blog about the evils of the North Carolina DMV. It makes Oregon's look like a shining example of efficiency)
I think I shall name her Mabel.

Get 'er Done.

The leaves have fallen, the turkey has been masticated and the consumer chaos is ensuing. The stressed out customers, bogged down with pressure of providing excess material goods for their entire family, are becoming increasingly stingy in the tips department.
I breathe in and tell myself it will all be over soon. I try to find beauty and holiday spirit as I sip my tea on these chilly December evenings. I admit, I do like the twinkle of the Christmas lights, no matter how cheesy some deem them to be.
Sipping my hot coffee this morning, I prepare myself for the inevitable: Christmas shopping. It's gotta be done. I'm all grows up now and I too must participate in the chaos. Perhaps it's not a must, but I am choosing to do so since I have received some lovely wrapped packages recently and feel like reciprocating.
We shall brave it, Dustin and I. Since we were not smart enough to get this shit over with in July, we shall lock hands and with a steely determination face the multitudes of rabid buyers.
I am hoping to get it all done in one day.
Pray for us.