No, I didn’t fall off the face of the earth! Thanks to all my loyal readers for your concern and encouragement to keep writing. I was doing just fine with an entry a day for the Gratitude Project. Things were going well, even if it was hard to keep up (I’m not a blog everyday kind of girl, you see, as I remembered that routines bore the hell out of me). I broke the Gratitude trend and posted a very quick, if rather crappy, blurb about the dinner party we hosted. I spent three minutes on the entire post and just threw it together so folks could see photos.
Of all the hard work and hours that I spend writing each post, wouldn’t you know it was the less-than-stellar post that got picked up? I still haven’t figured out where it was posted. I got 215 hits pretty instantly, and you guys know I love my blog stats! Until that point the highest one day total was 125. I almost doubled my daily best with an article I wasn’t even happy with!
It was almost too much. I realized how many strangers could and do read my blog. It affected me in a way that I still do not understand and have done a lot of thinking about since. I guess I got a little scared of what could have been and scared that people would see more crap posts from me. And it suddenly felt like the pressure was on to perform.
You know I don’t like pressure!! Plus, at about the same time I traveled to Seattle for Mel’s baby shower and didn’t feel like posting when there were games to be played with the family like Who, What, Where and We Cheer 2! Then I made the excuse that I was waiting for photos, but that was just a stalling technique. (The photos are on Mel’s facebook page if you want to check them out.) Then I just got busy. I went to North Carolina for Thanksgiving. It was probably one of the best Thanksgivings I’ve had in a long time, for no particular reason other than I had not been home since Christmas of last year. That’s too long to go without going home!
Once I got back it’s been non-stop. The ladies came over last Thursday for baking night and we managed to make in one oven: cupcakes, mint chocolate chip cookies, chocolate/caramel covered pretzel sticks, peanut butter bars and chocolate chip cookies. It was pretty tame but the baking was out of control.
The tree is up and lights are on, however, the production process slowed at the cranberries and popcorn stringing. Saturday morning I scheduled to string, then I started watching some of my favorite Christmas movies which is part of the tradition. I was 10 minutes into Love, Actually and just started bawling. The crying went straight through The Family Stone, a movie that just pulls at every heartstring. I was a weepy mess, and was only able to complete one strand. So, the tree has tons of lights and one strand of popcorn and cranberries. It would look pretty sad when the lights are off, but it’s so big that there is not much sad about it. Sort of like a hot guy that just isn’t wearing the right socks…still plenty of good to look at.
Saturday night was the office Christmas party, and that was fun. Sunday I woke up not feeling so hot, but was able to make a productive day with brunch, the Logan Circle House Tour and spaghetti dinner and game night. And speaking of games, I bought wii’s Just Dance 2 and Corey and I danced for a solid hour when we returned from dinner.
Must have been the dancing…or the four hour conversation that followed…but the next morning we were both sick. I still had the same stomach thing from Sunday. And I have it again today. It hurts when I move around and when I laugh which made for a tough Subsidized Corn practice last night. (Laura couldn’t laugh either because she had surgery on her mouth and Nick had a cast because he broke his hand playing football this weekend, so we’re quite the pathetic lot. But, if you want to see SubCo, we have a show this Thursday at Source at 8:00 p.m. I won’t be able to make it.)
I’ve also decided it hurts when I eat, so I’m not going to eat for awhile. Then I get tired and dizzy and pissy and nobody wins. I was fine with the banana today, but the graham crackers hurt. Seriously? How does it hurt after I eat graham crackers?!? That’s ridiculous. I’m not sure what is going on, but the bright side is I will stick to a pre-holiday diet this way! Too bad the diet will only consist of bananas, applesauce, rice and tea for now (Thanks Emily D for the BART recommendation).
In the meantime, I’ll figure out how to sit upright to string cranberries and popcorn. And I won’t watch sappy movies or listen to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” by Judy Garland or James Taylor. Why am I such a weepy mess? I hope they are all related and all gone by tomorrow. No time to slow down! Our amazingly huge tree won’t decorate itself.
So, thanks to everyone for your encouragement! I appreciate that you are continuing to read along. I hope to post some photos of a fully decorated tree soon (where have you heard that before?).