I have so many things I need to get done and I am not making progress on any of them.
I gave myself the deadline of Christmas to get my wedding thank you cards done and everyone who gets a thank you card would get a Christmas card as well. I got the thank you cards printed. I haven’t touched them since. I don’t know how to write thank you notes. And I have terrible handwriting.
I also still need to print my Christmas cards. But before I can print them, I need to cut the paper to size. But I need to have Bob cut the paper for me because I am not good with the cutting in a straight line business. And then I’ll have to hope the printer cooperates. Because the printer hates me.
We haven’t done any Christmas shopping. We don’t have that many people to buy for—we drew names for Bob’s family and we just do “kids only” for my family—but Christmas is next week and we’re running out of time. I need to call my mom and find out what the kids want—that’s not $400 Legos. Because while Auntie Sara loves to spoil her babies, she does not have the disposable income she used to have. And she never had that much disposable income.
I need to deal with making changes to our car insurance. We still haven’t combined our policies.
I still need to make a psychiatrist appointment. I keep forgetting to call. And part of me keeps putting it off because it’s just SO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE to pick up the phone. I need to go back. I’m pretty sure my medications are failing. And I still need to figure out this gaddamn ADHD mess. It’s just so very, very, very difficult to make that phone call.
I need to pick up the pace on the apartment search. It’s almost the end of the year. It will be the end of March before I know it and we’ll have to put in our notice to vacate this place. And I’m going to need to have multiple backup plans because I am terrified my untouched debt is going to royally screw us in trying to get an apartment. Functional management companies do credit checks on prospective residents. That does not bode well for me. Bob’s credit is just fine. Mine—is completely destroyed.
I am waiting impatiently for a package from Rooster Teeth to get here. The tracking info said it was in Mendota Heights on WEDNESDAY. By my calculations it should have been here yesterday. It better be here today. It shouldn’t take more than two days to get 37 miles, please and thank you. It only took overnight to get from Austin, Texas to Minnesota. I am in dire need of my Red vs Blue soundtrack so I can hear the complete track of Caboose singing his love song to Church. Because it is the best. Song. Evar.
Speaking of Red vs Blue…I have been DYING for this Caboose hoodie for quite some time. I’ve just been too cheap to buy it. Bob decided we should get them for Christmas. Because Caboose is awesome. And geeks wear matching hoodies. Because Geek Love is the BEST Love.
There are a handful of topics I’ve been meaning to write about lately—happenings and such. I’ve just been incapable of actually writing anything…here, that is. Drivel for the latest “Never See the Light of Day” project is flowing periodically just fine.
I should probably do something.
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Regarding Thank You notes…I’m with you. I dislike writing them, and I have terrible handwriting. One difference, though…you do NOT have terrible handwriting, I have always liked the look of your writing, it’s very easy to read.
I generally stick to a script…Thank you so much for coming to our wedding. We really appreciate the {whatever the gift is} {something about the gift: looking forward to using it in your new kitchen, the picture frame looks great with your wedding pictures, the cash was used to buy some big thing you’ve been wanting, etc} Thanks again, Love, {Sara and Bob}
Sad story…I wrote a whole bunch of my wedding thank-yous, in fact I think I wrote all of them for my family and friends, and left Chris’s side for him….well, I didn’t get out the address lists right away, and put the cards away for the following weekend to address the envelopes and stamp them, etc….that was a couple years ago. I still have them. Too late to send them out? Or send them anyway, and hope people just laugh?
One thing I had to remind myself of, is that everyone is only going to read their own thank you, so they don’t have to know that I wrote the same thing in everyone’s.
Good luck.
I always feel like whatever I’m writing sounds like contrived bullhonkey. But really, most people write the same kind of thank you notes so does it really make a difference? I do mean what I’m saying, I just don’t know any other way to say it.
And you make a good point, no one is going to know that I wrote the same thing in every card. It’s not like they’re all going to get together and compare.
Now I just need to get them DONE. I MIGHT get them in the mail by Christmas at the rate I’m going. <------SLOW