Waltz of the Sugar Plum Mullallys

It is sort of weird, but tomorrow is going to be Christmas for me -- well at least one of my Christmases. This will be the first time Jake and I have hosted a holiday at our house, and I am excited (see, have a baby, they will come).

I really can’t believe it is here. “Christmas is all around us … I feel it in my toes.” (A Love Actually reference, for those of you not in the know.) The fact that it is 60 degrees doesn’t help. It would be nice to have a blanketing snow, for our faux Christmas Day at least.

Although it is “Baby’s First Christmas” Abe has no idea what is going on. It is sort of a relief for us because we don’t have to buy him a thing. He seems to be perfectly content with his hand. Maybe we can wrap that up and give it to him.

It is taking all I have to not print up an itinerary for the weekend, but rest assured, it is all in my head. I am hoping to enforce some game playing and we will be dining on the traditional French onion soup. In the annoying words of Rachael Ray, “YUM-O.”

This year seems to be especially dizzying because of the little Abe all up in the mix and, of course, the lack of sleep that accompanies him. I think I am doing okay, and the fact that I am not facing impending unemployment really helps my spirits this year.

Hopefully something funny will happen, because I am just not feeling it on these blogs. It takes all I have to type out complete sentences (I am sure with tons of errors, but hey, it is a freaking blog) and to have some sort of congealed thought among the paragraphs. (Did that even make sense.)

Today, I was reading a book, The Elements of Style, by William Strunk and E.B. White. The style they were speaking of is not how to put together a cute outfit, but writing style. It was originally published in 1919 – back in a day where I believe they didn’t have the phrases, “LOL” “What the F?” and “Git’er done.” I have come to the conclusion that anyone who reads it, will come away thinking they are a bad writer. I realized that I misuse a lot of words and phrases, and that is scary considering I majored in Journalism.

This book seems to be adding to my feelings of writing self doubt and self consciousness. Hopefully, I will be able to make it through this trauma unscathed, and will not suffer further (I learned the proper use of this word in the book) professional and personal hardships. I already have enough anxiety about correct hyphen usage. So until I get a grip on my writing capabilities, the writing on this blog may be a little odd. I guess that is my point.

Oh, and just a fast fact: One of my friends from U of I wrote the book, MySpace for Dummies. I can’t imagine this book is going to win any Pulitzer Prizes, but gosh dang it, he wrote a book. Why can’t I do that?