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Wednesday, December 24, 2003
 
Oh Baby, I am One Lucky Girl on Xmas

For a girl with little to no Christmas spirit, I really lucked out. Thanks to my ever-generous Grandmother, making those ibook payments won't be bad at all, in fact, I probably won't even miss what I have to chip in toward this major purchase. I am beginning to believe that there is such a thing as good timing and that I am extremely fortunate to benefit from it quite often - it was time for a new computer and it just worked out as such. Otherwise it was a nice little bounty - despite the fact that I just started "a new life," I really got all the basics that I needed in August as part of the move. But I was really happy to get a great new Cutco all-purpose kitchen knife (my father has one, and trust me, it is the one knife that is capable of replacing the "knife drawer") and some other kitcheny things that I would use often enough to really enjoy having them. I got some shoes, beauty supplies... typical loot. On a little Gap shopping spree, I am wool sweatered to the nines and there is nothing else on my outstanding list of things I need. I feel very stable and very solid and it was just a nice Christmas. We are going back to my Grandmother's house tomorrow for another day of Christmas - honestly, I don't know what we'll do tomorrow, since we spent all day there tonight and had our visit, maybe we can coax her out of the house to take a ride or something (otherwise it'll be a LONG day). It is actually unseasonably warm this Xmas, in the 40s and even a little rainy... it certainly doesn't feel like the picturesque New England Christmas. Certainly we had some brisk days, but it didn't feel like the picuresque Wisconsin winter either.

It's approaching 1am and if I don't get to bed soon, Santa won't come... hey, wait a minute....