‘Tis the season for drunken friends and relatives and the giving of gifts. For most people. My Christmas Eve this year is a time for me to reflect on the year and my ghosts of Christmas Past. So, In good spirit I shall share my favorite dear Christmas memories that are close to my spooky heart. It’s an odd Christmas indeed for me as it’s 70 degrees outside and no sign of snow. I live in New York state… never in my life have I had a Christmas that didn’t require a woodstove. It’s like going on a vacation with out the expense.
- When I was three years old, I told my parents I already had toys and I didn’t want a strange man in my house to deliver the toys. I had enough and he should keep out of my house and not eat my cookies.
- When my Pop Pop (RIP 1927-2005) was alive he would always help me snitch Christmas cookies from Mom mom’s Christmas cookie batches. We had a good time and he taught me swear words in German.
- One year my parents bought my younger brother and I a bunch of gifts but hid them beneath the couch. So beneath the tree “Santa” only delivered one present for each of us. I got macaroni and cheese and my brother got peanut butter cereal. We were the two happiest kids in the world that my parents were shocked we didn’t bother looking for the other gifts until they pointed out that there was a note on the tree from “Santa” to go on a scavenger hunt. That was the best macaroni and cheese ever.
- The Christmas I had with my first real boyfriend will always be a pleasant memory. I drove down in the ice and snow to go pick him up three hours away from me and bring him to my house. His first night with me he got stuck with the whole CLAN of my family and all their drinking antics. Thank you for the memory dude! I laughed my ass off the whole time.
I wish all my creeps a Spooky holiday. Whatever holiday you may celebrate.
I am back my marvelous stalkers! It has been an interesting three years without the internet. I did a lot of soul searching and found myself. I have lost and gained people in my life. I couldn’t be anymore content. I am pleased to announce my return to blogging. I’m thinking of posting a review once a week and start up my interviews again.
I really missed blogging and doing reviews. I have started a band called Murder Tramp. We are working on a couple covers to see how well we work together before working on some originals. I’m very excited about the project. I am looking forward to doing more photo shoots as well and looking into starting up my own entertainment company.
I will be shooting horror shorts soon! My friends and I will be posting them on my You Tube channel. I’m looking forward to this all.
These past three years have been a test from the universe.
And I’m proud at how strong I am.
Hello my darlings.
I am doing my 2015 reflections now as I have to put it behind me as quick as possible to move on to my new endeavors. I have been through a lot this past year. I almost lost my home and the business. I’ve lost friends and gained some. And, the most heart wrenching was breaking up with my boyfriend of three years.
2015 was turbulent and really put me through test with my depression and anxiety. I felt lower than low and didn’t realize how strong I was until currently. I am happy I got my best friends back. They stuck by me through my mood swings, my rage, and my darkness. I cherish them in every way. They gave me the strength to keep going. And, to them I feel greatful.
My boyfriend and I split ways. As much as I still carry love for him, I know that we aren’t meant to be. After the split, I was torn and depressed as anyone would be. But, now after just one month apart, I feel reborn. Like, I have reached new heights and can achieve my goals. While my ex and I split on bad grounds, I do not wish him pain or troubles. I hope that one day he meets his dreams that he always wanted to achieve. I wish him happiness. Why? Because I’m not an immature lady. He did provide me with years of lovely companionship . Showed me the world and allowed me to grow. For that I thank him.
I have realized that I am capable of reaching anything I wanted to do. I just have been feeling bad for myself. Honestly, yes I battle depression and anxiety. It is hell! But I cannot let it make me want to fade away to dust. I will go forth with strength. I have to. I find doing creative things helps me with my mood swings and the anxiety. So I am dedicating my time to that.
Thank you readers for your patience while I’ve been AWHOL.