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Confessions of the Rambler

I'm laying in my bed contemplating what it must feel like to learn to walk again. I'm sympathizing with the paralized. Why?

Cause holy cow do I wish my back would magically disappear.

It's my own fault really. I wore high heels to church yesterday when my back was still recovering from last week. So by the end of church I had to get Ralexwin's help to load the kids in the car (he has to stay late on Sundays). Then I came home and died.

So today I am laying here wondering if back pain is part of learning to walk again. What do you think?

I'm also reminiscing about how I'm never a complete person over Christmas. I think in the 9 years we've been married I've managed to avoid illness only once.

Which brings me to my bombshell of the week. My confession.

I'm not a Christmas person.

Sorry guys, but I'm not.

I get annoyed at having to watch nativity stories over and over and over again, (I'll qualify this by saying I'm not annoyed with the story of Christs birth, just the reading of it ten - fifteen times in one month... and I do like the movie that came out last year)

I also am anti-glitter. All the craft blogs seem to be on glitter overload right now and I have to tell you, I'm practically OCD about glitter. It gets everywhere and doesn't seem to ever go away. I can't handle that.

I'm starting to sound like a Scrooge, which is innacurate. I'm just feeling icky and sorry for myself.

And that brings me to another topic. Do you know that song that goes, "Nobody loves me, everybody hates me. I guess I'll go eat worms." ?

I was thinking the other day that that song could be interpreted as a song about suicide. I wonder if that's what it IS supposed to mean.

Okay, I've done my blogging duty for the day. I'm going to go back to sleep and dream of frolicking carelessly through a field of flowers. I'll dream a little bit of being able to bend over and pick one of those pretty flowers and maybe, just maybe when I wake up I won't be in so much pain.

Have a good day everyone.


Cari Hislop said…
Bad backs are hell! I hope you're feeling better soon!!!!

I used to hate Christmas. My first eight weren't bad, but on my ninth Christmas there wasn't anything under the tree for me though my three siblings had multiple gifts. (my parents forgot me) after that it went down hill and got worse (yes there is much worse than getting nothing). But at nineteen I moved onto your sister's couch and that Christmas was so much fun. Thanks to Jen I learned that Christmas is about laughter and happiness (two things always missing from my childhood Holidays). Your sister's awesome!!! And because I know she loves all things that glitter, I shall defend's true it gets everywhere...but it's pretty! I have some on my Christmas star. ;)
Claire Wessel said…
I can handle glitter, but not pine needles!!!

I used to love holidays in general, but after two different husbands who are completely apathetic to holidays, I sorta lost the urge. What fun is it if you're the only one excited? Soon my kids will be old enough for me to be excited with and they'll give me a reason to ignore Mr. BahHumbug and enjoy it!

I looked up the lyrics to that song. I think it's sole purpose is to gross people out!

"Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I think I'll go eat worms!
Big fat juicy ones,
Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm!

Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm!
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm!

I bite off the heads, and suck out the juice,
And throw the skins away!
Nobody knows how fat I grow,
On worms three times a day!

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I think I'll go eat worms!
Big fat juicy ones,
Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm! "
cannwin said…
Yeah... that's a nasty song. We always say that around the house when the kids are feeling sorry for themselves. It makes them mad. We're so mean.

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