Lisetta Is Three! Today I saw my grandmother and my uncle from Alaska for "Christmas" dinner and a visit. It wasn't very traditional, because we had minestrone, salad, and bread with cheese. Who cares. I moved this past week, making my life even busier, but I'm still trying to keep a good attitude. I really want to provide my children and husband with a warm, happy, welcoming atmosphere, and that is not too compatible with my bitching about shit. I complain a lot, but I'm trying to be more conscious of it, and more forgiving. Tonight my three year old wanted me to sing, so I took full advantage of that. I love to sing, and I know tons of Christmas songs. Usually I just sing as I'm walking home from the bus, when no one can hear me. Singing makes me feel good, and when my kids enjoy it too, so much the better. My husband likes it also. When we first started dating, we walked to school one morning in the freezing cold. I sang "Winter Wonderland" to him, and he enjoyed it very much. I'm rereading all of my archives just to see what everyone else has been reading. When I write, I think I am okay with other people reading it, but do I still feel that way? I always assume that people will be cool about things, but you know how dangerous assumptions are. People are fucking assholes and will always make fun of you and treat you like shit, or at least make themselves feel good at your expense. I'm antisocial. Here is a nice picture of my Lisetta, who turned three very recently. And here's another, because all my children are so fucking beautiful. |