skibigsky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Still here Gee, without family drama, there isn’t much to say! *grin. We’re off to Las Vegas (well, Primm) this weekend to race on Sunday. The weather is supposed to be shitty, and depending on how the driving works out, we may or may not be taking two cars down. Hopefully it will be fairly clear for the actual race. Would really like to get in some meaningful seat-time. Yeah, still thinking about cars rather than skiing. Of course, the weekend after Primm, we’ve got two slalom races at Snowbasin. (Nope, haven’t been in gates. Probably get some training in next week. Yep…. The races at Snowbasin will basically be 4 training runs. And, I don’t really care. If I suck, so be it.) More importantly, I’ve got to start thinking about Christmas. Shit. When the hell did it become December?!? (And don’t show me a calendar. That was rhetorical!) I’ve got to get moving on the shopping thing. The family shopping is fairly easy; books for everyone. It’s the friends that are tougher. A couple of local friends get bottles of wine. Mr. V.? Hell. I dunno. Probably get a new battery for his Tag Heuer. He hasn’t worn it in ages (hasn’t worked in ages), and I think he’d like to wear it. Aside from that, I really don’t know. He buys what he wants for himself, he doesn’t wear jewelry, and I’d just as soon not buy him a gun. (Wait that didn’t come out right. I wouldn’t buy him a gun, not because I’m worried about him with a gun (he’s got access to all of mine), but because I don’t know what he wants. Again. If he wants one, he can buy it himself.) So, I don’t know. A couple of other problem children, as well. Don’t know what to do about them, either. Dunno. Anyway, the Christmas thing is on my mind. Mr. V.’s family isn’t coming out, so I’m not sure that I’m going to even bother decorating this year. I’d like a tree, but it’s such a pain in the butt. I might go find a cheapie 3-foot tree, and just decorate that. (Wally World Hell, here I come.) I do like the lights. And I’ve gotten into fires lately. I’ve been getting those fake logs, and burning one a night; it works out to about $1.30/night, and even if I don’t stay in the living room until it burns down, I get the pleasure of a fire while I’m out here. Bottom line? I guess I’m just trying to eek out some small pleasures for myself. I think I’ve been subjugating myself for quite a while; I need to find myself, and I need to do things for myself. It’s the only way I’ll be happy. And that includes the fires, the little tree, the trip to Primm (Mr. V. doesn’t want to go, given the weather; I REALLY want to go), and not caring about the ski races. Yep. I’m slowly finding myself. We’ll see where this takes me 6:58 p.m. - 04 December 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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