It’s that time of the year again.

You know, that quiet before the storm that is the holidays… I’ve been looking for a black or glittery dress (and a very warm sweater because it has already started frosting and freezing out here) just in case I find myself needing one for a holiday function. I think Christmas is going to be simple this year (yet I have no idea where I’m going to be spending it – go figure – lol). I want to have a nice holiday and if we stay in town I want to see some of the sights, because there are a lot of neat things going on in town during the Holidays, you know, barring freakish snowstorms, because they have a way of shutting stuff down and making one not feel like going out, especially since it’s so, well, warm inside.

These days, I just like to be heard.

Topic 284 of The Daily Post at WordPress.com:

Would you rather have the first word, or the last in an argument? Some people prefer to speak first, others insist they have the advantage only if they get in the last word. Where do you stand?

I think that while I have been known to enjoy and engage in a good argument, lately I have been feeling like, “Have I been heard? Good. Have I been understood? Good. Is this what you were trying to say? Good. Let’s get on with life.” Maybe it’s just the number of things that I’ve undertaken, at this season of my life, but I do not have time or energy for a conversation where I have to employ gaming strategy.

Dear Target,

I’m really intrigued by the possibilities of your upcoming Jason Wu Spring collection, due early next year. I don’t know if I want to have to elbow an ebay salesperson in the eye in order to get one though. Then again, who knows? This IS Jason Wu we’re talking about. I may be a little bloodthirsty by then.

-TJ

Standing out in a crowd.

I know that my wardrobe is pretty kid-friendly these days, but once upon a time I used to own some daring stuff. Every once in a while, I come across something that defies anything I could even dream up. These shoes just look impossible to me. They don’t even look uncomfortable. They look like there is no way anybody can stand, much less walk, in them. I’m still intrigued slightly, though, because I know I would NEVER forget seeing the person that ventures to wear them in public. I’m pretty sure I would not forget the spill the person wearing them would take, but don’t worry, I would have run out of harm’s way. Little A is looking over my shoulder, and very interested as I type this post. I hope that she knows that there is no way she can wear these in her teenage years.