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It's been a quiet couple of days. I broke down and did some Christmas shopping; I'm usually reluctant to start. I tried to wean the family off it altogether a couple of years ago since we're all grown-ups and don't really need more crap, but caught all kinds of hell for it both from people who like to receive and people who show love by giving stuff. I suppose I could give them all the finger and let them give me stuff without reciprocating, but that doesn't feel right either. So I try to ask for practical stuff (home improvement gift certificates, clothes, etc) and just pretend like I'm buying the practical stuff I'd be getting anyway, just putting in an extra step (I'll give you this pretty Christmas ornament and you give me a shirt).

And it's not even so much out of a sense of striking a blow against the capitalist plutocracy blah blah blah (though there's some element of that) but just that we're all broke. I've got a husband to help pick up the slack, but my brother and mom both live from paycheck to paycheck, and have run up a lot more credit that they'll probably ever be able to pay off in this lifetime. I'm halfway there and trying really hard not to get trapped in that.

Having said that, today Bro and I are planning to meet up at the Christmas Store- a place that makes hub and Bro's SO want to poke their eyes out, but which we both have a guilty love for. Christmas ornaments will be purchased, sensory overload will be had. Huzzah!

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Apparently Bro's SO decided he could stand the Christmas store if he was high, so he came along. It was packed! There were a lot of pretty, bright, shiny things. I got a few ornaments for my tree and a couple for Mom's, including 1/2 of a very nice one (Bro paid for the other half) that looks like Isis. They had a whole case of really cool Egyptian-type ornaments. I know she will dig it, she seems to like Isis, who seems to be the generic non-Yahweh deity in her mind. When I was first getting into Wicca, and she wanted to ask me to pray for her for some reason or another, she always said 'can you pray to Isis for me or whoever it is you pray to?' I finally convinced her that she only needed to just ask 'could you pray for me?' and I would get the idea.

After that we had lunch at Grandy's (awful, sinful Grandy's) and I came home. Now I'm trying to get motivated to put the tree up, rather than just go sit somewhere and digest carbs. That tree is a pain in the ass, but it's such a cool tree when it's assembled and I want to hang all my keen ornaments on it.

Hub fixed my door handle to my car! Now I can open it without having to roll the window down! Yay! He is quite the Mr.Handy dude. He is making a cat tree for Mom out of fence posts, scrap wood, sisal rope and carpet scraps.

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This is just for my personal reference; feel free to ignore it.

( but you are curious, aren't ya? OK, it's about my current car )