December 19,  2004

      The following questions are blatantly stolen from here, and i thought they'd be fun to do for a change.

1. Describe the condition of your keyboard:

New - to match the new computer (yay!)

2. Can you sing, or are you always out of key?

Really out of key - i speak high up in my throat instead of from the diaphragm - which i just can't figure out how to do, much to Himself's dismay.

3. What keys do you carry with you?

House key, car key, and a complete ring of keys that get into a multitude of cabinets at work.  Heavy.

4. What is the key to personal happiness?

Money was my first smart-ass response.  But i think it's 'self worth'.

5. What gets you keyed up?

Keyed up good or keyed up bad?  There's lots on both sides.  Good would be Himself.  Hmm.  Bad would be Himself as well. (The man is so stubborn sometimes!)

This whole relationship and our interactions with each other has not lost anything for me over the years.  The direction has changed - but boredom or disinterest has not been part of that change. So 'keyed up' as in always interested and aware of him, is good.

D/s slant - i get really keyed up (good) when He gets all "dom" (especially without toys.)  i get keyed up (bad) when He's not been all "dom" with me for a long time, and then does it with someone else.  

Next set:

1. What is a fond holiday tradition from your childhood?

i started to say none - Christmas at my house (when i was young) meant my father getting drunk, and my parents having a huge fight.  Every year. It was just a whole bunch of stress!  my mother, to her credit, always did the house up nice and always made a big deal out of a great tree complete with lots of presents.  "Santa" always left a present for each of us, even when we grew out of that.  

As we got older, they started having "elegant" Christmas Eves.  This meant that we all got dressed up nicely and invited friends over to share the evening.  my mother and i always enjoyed much discussion on what we would wear.  And i always received clothes for Christmas, so that i'd have something new to wear Christmas day.

After my father died, she spent the holiday at my house - and the tradition transferred to me.  

Now that i'm here with Himself - it's totally different and much more kids-focused.  We used to go to His brother's house Christmas day, but for the past two years it's been here, and i'm enjoying that.  

2. If you could start a new holiday tradition, what would it be?

i had to really think about this one.  i honestly don't know of a definite tradition to begin, although i've been playing with one idea.  When i first moved here, and we were living in the top half of the house only, Himself bought me a small Norfolk pine tree, which i proceeded to decorate with bits and pieces of my jewelry (mostly earrings.)  i was charmed by it, and so was He - although He won't tell you that.  Heh.

Anyway - this year He slid into a bit of a holiday funk (which He tends to do) and i have been stressed with work.  And the kids aren't around as much to liven us up.  So getting the artificial tree that we bought a few years ago put up (once we had the whole house and more space) was just not happening.

Finally by this past Wednesday i had the 'exhausted' meltdown, and i think Himself felt bad for me.  But it just all felt so lonely - and i struggled hard to not start weeping all over the place.  

i mumbled something to the effect of maybe i should just use the now-very-grown-up pine tree - drag it downstairs and toss bows on it.  And He said; "why not?"  To my surprise He perked up about the whole idea and practically before i knew  what was happening, the tree was downstairs, a table was brought up for it which i draped with a nice table cloth, and Himself was stringing up holiday lights over the windows and gently into the tree!  He even tolerated some Christmas music.

It all looks slightly tacky - and hugely charming.  

So now i'm thinking that maybe i've been wrong about the big artificial tree.  Maybe i wasn't paying enough attention to this slightly (?) non-conformist person i live with.  He likes to whip up wonderful food for family during the holidays, but the non-traditional has also always captured His interest.  So maybe it's not the holidays per se, that are the problem - but rather the 'box' that we put ourselves into - the 'everything must be done this way' box.  

i think i'm going to suggest that 'our' tradition be that we use the potted pine tree all the time now.  Or maybe i should say "a potted pine tree" - i'm not very good with house plants!

3. What is your favorite Christmas song and who sings it?

Don't have a favourite.  i listen to them all over and over, until i can't stand another minute of them.  Luckily Himself has some unconventional renditions of all the tunes.  Heh. 

4. Is there a certain event, food, television program, etc. that makes your Christmastime complete?

Avoiding akee and saltfish.  Himself gets to tell everyone how i don't like it.  But He makes it for every Christmas morning.  This year might be a problem however - we can't seem to find any saltfish.

5. Does it traditionally snow where you live at Christmastime? If not, do you wish that it did?

Where i grew up there were tons of it - now it's hit and miss.  Mostly miss - which i really don't mind.    

                             

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