Lately, my life seems rather blah. I am exhausted, wish that I worked less and even more importantly wish I would make an appointment for a massage, but I don’t.  It is the holidays and it seems like such a little waste of money during this time of year.   However while not much can cheer me up these days no matter how many people try (to which I am very thankful) I have been again re reading The Glass Lake.  I am not sure why I love this book as much as I do, but I do.  I am on my 3rd copy and in need of a new one soon.  This is my go to book, it hasn’t let me down let.  I know the book by heart so much so that I would probably recite it all to you.  However I never get sick of it, reading about kit, chloe, emmet, anna and stevie, oh and we can’t forget about the o’conners and lena.   I relate so much to these characters.  Maybe I am mental I don’t know but I love love love this book and it is getting late so I am going to curl up in my bed and finish rereading the glass lake for about the 50th time.  yep I am a nerd

Growing up the friday and saturday after thanksgiving was always a big deal in my house.  My dad and I got up early and braved the cold to hang hundreds of christmas lights all around our house and our yard.  I loved it.  Then we moved to the inside where my mom and my sister had already started to decorate the house.  For those who know me and know how i decorate, you would be rather surprised at how my parents decorate.  I love less, my parents more.  My mom has collected santas for my entire life and they come out in all there glory.  She also makes these amazing wonderful wall quilts that my dad refuses to let go of.  So all over my house we have like 40 wall hangings.  Our house isn’t that big.  Everywhere you look there is something red and green and gold all over.  But I always loved the holidays, so much so when I moved out on my own I kept up with the traditions although tweaking it alot, that is until this year.  I can’t bring myself to decorate, I decided that I am not leaving my house today until I do, but it all seems forced.  I am not excited about anything that has to do with the holidays.  I want to be, I tell my self that everyday, and the truth is somehow this year I feel incredibly alone.  I know that isn’t true, but it is how I feel, like the world has moved on and I am still here only now I am alone.  Well I am hoping that white lights might bring back some joy into my life these days.  I am off to decorate