That time of year...

It's that time of the year when I always get depressed. No, it's not my ancient birthday or anything like that. It's the time of year between Thanksgiving and Christmas when I always seem to be more broke than usual and never seem to feel like shopping for presents even when I've got the money. The older I get, the worse it gets. It seems that I hate Christmas and don't know why. Christmas is a time for children and mine are grown and I've only 1 grandchild so I don't feel like celebrating and am not looking forward to it like I always used to. Maybe it's me being alone and not looking forward to celebrating NYE again...who knows? I miss lots of people that I've known during my life at this time of year and I wonder what's happened to some of them...whether they're dead or alive. I like to think that most are alive, just lost somewhere for me to never find again. Today is also a friends birthday and also my grandson's birthday and it makes me wish that I was young again and had everything to do over again knowing what I do now. I realize that my whole life would be completely different. Maybe someday I'll get a second chance...

Boring Weekend...11-3-06 to 11-5-06

It really shouldn't have been boring as it was. I went to Galveston during the motorcycle rally that they have there annually but do you think I could drag either of my friends out of the condo and people watch or look at cool motorcycles? NOT!!! I need to start hanging around different people if it only takes them 2 beers to get DRUNK and cannot drive and their idea of a good time is drinking those 2 beers cooped up in a condo and watching goofy movies. Instead of watching the goofy movie, I chose to eat a handful of pills and pass out. I'd rather be unconscious than watch another stupid movie and be pissed off because my friends are a drag. I knew that they were a drag but I went along for the ride and I guess I was hoping they'd change since there was a party on the island...a great party...over 300,000 people attended. I did not enjoyed looking @ the beach from her balcony and watching the motorcycles passing by...watching from afar is not fun. They tried to soothe me over the next AM by riding around where all of the action had happened THE NIGHT BEFORE but do you think that made me happy? NOT! Hell, everyone was still sleeping from partying the night before and NOTHING was going on. I didn't even want to stop and walk around. Walk around for what? There was nothing going on!!! OK...I'm over my rant now. Back to the humdrum life of me...