2nd favorite Christmas song

heard this on the radio today.

dollar store cure

i couldnt find my burts bees lip balm the other day so i ran into the dollar store and picked up two tubes of oralabs chap ice. cherry flavored. my lips have never been so smooth. 2 tubes for a buck. lovely, smooth, and kissable lips for me. what a deal.

my favorite Christmas song

a small effort to balance out my scrooge attitude from a few days ago. i am not a judy garland fan, but i love her version of this song. i also love "meet me in st. louis", it brings back a lot of fond memories of my dad. researching recipes for Christmas treats and posting this song....maybe the grinch didnt bite me in the ass after all.

freeway makeovers

the one sentence post over at seriously so blessed got me to thinking about a period of time when one of my best friends was dating tgws's roommate so we would drive over to their house together. we both had worked all day,so we brought clothes to change into and our makeup bags to touch up our faces to look our absolute hottest. or in 80's speak "finest". the drive between where we worked and their super cool(they had a hot tub)bachelor pad was about twenty minutes. mainly by freeway, but being the young and invincible hotties we were, we managed to do full wardrobe changes and complete makeup while driving a minimum of 75mph down a busy freeway. i have vivid memories of shimmying off high heels and nylons from work and pulling on 501's and flats as we sped down the highway. we would toss mascara and lip gloss back and forth to each other, primping and painting as the street lights sped by. seriously, it is a MIRACLE that we never got in a wreck or at the very least pulled over for speeding and unlawful makeovers while operating a motor vehicle. the things we do for love. not to mention vanity. that friend and tgws's roommate have been married for over twenty years now. see? sometimes it works.

love

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.” Elie Wiesel


i love when i read a quote like this and i can see the truth of it in my own life. to think of msof, our troubled marriage, and our ugly divorce, indifference was a much needed respite. i love that when he does eventually cross my mind that i am pleasantly shocked how long its been since the last time i thought of him.

i think i am getting to the indifference stage with mr ex man. its a huge relief to be moving away from all of that heartache and drama. its been a long time since we have talked, so i am thinking the last break up finally took.

fingers crossed.

the ever shrinking circle

my father used to call me a social butterfly and it used to really offend me, but i am not sure why. i guess i was. i had a ton of friends and socialized a lot. i had a lot of fun throughout high school and the few years after. my circle of friends suddenly shrunk when i got married. we moved away and i entered into the new social world of military wife. they were nice women, but due to the transient nature, no one got really close. once msof was out of the military and we moved back home, the circle expanded a bit, but not too much. there werent too many that could tolerate msof and only a few that i knew loved me enough to deal with him on any sort of regular basis. after i invited msof to leave our home and our marriage, the circle, once again began to expand. and continued to do so until i had a huge circle of relatively close friends. good friends i could count on. we socialized. we traveled. it was a good time. then they started dropping out. for the most part, it was normal life stuff. moving away or just interests changing. no ugliness or animosity. a few got married and a few made more dramatic departures. like the facebook friend's sister i mentioned in my previous post. it started out kind of like a scene from "mean girls", but since i am pretty much beyond those type of antics, she stepped up her game. the accusations and lying began. it was some crazy stuff. she drug her parents into it. attempted to bring other friends in. major drama, the likes of which i had not seen since my freshman year when tgws's sister accused me of using her to get to him. it was horrible. it really was a sucker punch that sent me reeling. i recovered pretty quickly, but it really made me take stock of who was the most important to me and why. now my circle of friends is tiny, but i dont mind at all. i know i can count on them and they will never pull the crap i dealt with previously. getting the facebook friend request from that ex friend just got me thinking if the shrinking circle of friends is a normal part of growing up and getting older or if its just my reaction to a series of icky events.

facebook strikes again

so if life isnt weird enough right now, i get friended by a very old friend that "broke up" with me about five years ago. it was a crazy scene. i was very good friends with her and her older sister. her sister kind of freaked out and started accusing me of random and bizarre things that were so obviously false, but the friend and her entire family were in such a co dependent mode with the older sister that they chose not to call her on her bs and i simply withdrew. there have been a few recent lame attempts to reach out, but the facebook friending is the first real attempt. i was wary. still am. i mean, how do you deal with this? pretend like it never happened? take the bull by the horns and say "WTF?!" i accepted her friend request and she immediately emailed me a lovely note catching me up on her life and asking me about mine and my family's. i wrote back a pretty generic letter. friendly, but not all together forthcoming. she really wasnt the evil one(her older sister was)but she let it all happen without saying anything. i guess that isnt a fair statement. i dont know everything she said,but i do know that we were no longer friends and it was over lies and ridiculous childish behavior from her camp. so high school. i hate it. also, my life is somewhat in chaos while hers(as she reports)seems to be in lovely order. sigh. i was nice, wrote back. we will see what happens.