Sometimes Anti is better

I love my family.

All sides. From the crazy, colorful, funny and fearless side to the painfully repressed; they are my family and I love them.

But I don’t want to deal with them this year. I should, with the death of my Father and Stepmother, I should want to do nothing but be around my family.

But I don’t. I don’t want to be around my father’s side of the family right now.

I feel bad, but I also know that it is better for me to handle myself the way I know how and to leave them be. They can keep any judgements to themselves, which they will anyway because they are all “too polite” to actually have awkward conversations that might result in actual results. See above: re repressed.

They mean well. They make all the right moves and say all the right things but the truth is I’ve never felt much of a connection to them. We’ve ALL tried. But when you have almost nothing in common with family, that’s when the trouble starts. People have to be free to feel comfortable and not feel like they have to watch what they say in case they accidentally spark off a conversation that inevitably turns to money, religion or politics. Which, when you have zip in common, almost always ends up being the topic!

So instead, I begged off; claiming I had to work because I work in retail now (thank THE LORD) and stayed in bed late with Boyfriend and Puppy just enjoying every moment until Boyfriend had to go to work.

My dinner will be chips and salsa or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and it will be delicious and satisfying. I might get up early and run to Target for a Black Friday deal on a sewing machine. But I might just stay in bed some more until I have to go to work myself.

I’m thankful that I gave myself that time. I’m thankful that my family might not understand but they accepted my excuse and didn’t push the issue. Truthfully they probably knew I wasn’t working, but that tendency towards repression worked in my favor.

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It’s almost PENGUIN TIME!!!

I have to say, I have a Penguin thing.

At Christmas, I love PENGUINS!! But not just any Penguins, they have to be chubby and round and look like they need me to pick them up and hug them! 

And if the Penguin has a scarf or a hat on?? FORGET IT! I MUST OWN IT!!!

If it’s light up? I’m going to want to buy it. But interestingly enough, if it’s the blow up ones? I have a harder time. The fans that make the balloon-like blow up animation thingies, THEY MAKE NOISE and I don’t care for it. But if the Penguin is scarfed, hatted, strung with lights and sparkly? I’m going to check to see if it’s under $40 and if it is? IT’S GOING IN MY TINY YARD!

I had to disclose this obsession with all things Penguin to Boyfriend the other day. He had the expected “Um, Ok?” response, but he doesn’t understand my love of CHRISTMAS PENGUINS!!! 

Just wait until I come home from every shopping trip with something Penguin. Glasses, window clings, countless coffee mugs, towels, ornaments (even though I’ve never had a Christmas tree), string lights with penguins, handsoaps, bar soaps, stickers, cards, ALLLLL OF THE PENGUINS!!!!

I’m so excited ^_^