cookies, candy, and sweets, oh my

Husband and I spent about three hours on Sunday decorating my (awesome) sugar cookies, after I spent about 4 hours Saturday baking them! The trick, I think, is to roll them out on powdered sugar and not flour-- same less-sticky effect, but without the floury aftertaste.

Here are some pictures for you. Can you guess which ones I decorated and which he decorated? Ha! I'm particularly proud of the abstract tree in the first picture. I've been trying to decide to whom to give it. My dad would appreciate the artistic quality, I think. It is hard to watch all my creativity gobbled up though, no matter who does the gobbling.

Grateful Thursday

1) Almost all my Christmas shopping is done! I got some great stuff for people, I know we're going to surprise and delight at least a few of them. I have my step-mother-in-law left, but my brother-in-law just gave me a good idea for her, a DVD set, but the question is can I get it here. I guess it doesn't matter too much though as we won't do Christmas with them until the week after Christmas. Everything else I'm finishing up on Saturday.

2) This weekend. I have big plans to finish shopping, get stuff for tacky Christmas outfits, and bake sugar and butter cookies. I need recipes for those. Husband and I are going to decorate them on Sunday. I have a short work meeting on Sunday as well, but afterward we'll go see Avatar with his little brother and maybe over to his house to play some pool. Everyone else seems to be out of town, so it should be a quiet and comforting weekend, which I need right now, before the storm starts.

3) In about 15 minutes, I will be laying on a table letting the best massage therapist in the South go to work on my neck and shoulders. Boy do I need it. It's my gift to myself.

4) My coworkers. We had a pretty stressful week. One of our big franchise clients sent in private auditors-- they wanted to make sure their information was being kept safe, and even though it was planned last minute and preparing for it took a lot of time and energy from everyone, we knocked it out of the park. Everyone around here has such a good attitude and I'm lucky to work with such awesome people and also to work in a place where this awesomeness is sought out, encouraged, and rewarded.

5) Since we're a week from Christmas Eve, I feel it's finally an appropriate time to say how much I enjoy Christmas carols. I do not like it when stations start playing them the day after Halloween, and I don't want to hear them even right after Thanksgiving. Christmas should be confined to Christmas. But I do enjoy some Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole and even Mariah Carey carols.

So Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all that fun stuff. Here's my favorite Christmas song from my favorite Christmas movie for you (won't let me embed, so here's the link):
All I Want for Christmas from Love Actually

holiday round-up

The veggie kitchen is closed for the holidays. I can't remember the last time I made it to Kroger-- between work and holiday parties and family in town, the last meal at home we had was Stouffer's microwavable manicotti on Sunday, which was good, but is falling over the "homemade" fence onto the "definitely not" side. I plan on going to the grocery store today and getting enough food to make it through the weekend, but starting Monday it's back to parties and families and travel.

Monday night is my office party. I'm lucky enough to work at such a young office, so I know this will be a fun party. My boss's partner owns a bar-- there will be plenty of alcohol since we'll be having it there. We're also doing a White Elephant gift exchange, sometimes called Dirty Santa. For those of you who don't know what this entails, click that link back there to wikipedia. I have to think of a good gift-- our limit is $25. I think a board game would be good, something like Taboo. We decided to go for real gifts instead of gag gifts as this is meant to replace anyone feeling like they have to get the boss a gift or a small gift for coworkers or anything like that. If anyone out there reading this has any creative ideas for my gift I'd love to hear them! But keep in mind I have to get it here in town, not online as there's no shipping time left.

I decided on this coming Saturday I'm going to make a big batch of Christmas cookies and husband and I will decorate them on Sunday. We can give them away as gifts to his coworkers and our friends. We're also going to a tacky Christmas party on Tuesday night and I'm supposed to bring the dessert, so I'll make some super-tacky cookies to accompany us. I think we're going to go to Good Will and get some terrible holiday sweaters (think giant snowflakes and smiling reindeer) to wear over normal clothes for the party-- we have another party to go to directly afterward, and it's a cocktail party, so we have to be mobile. There's a band and drinks at this later party so we'll be out pretty late again.

Wednesday night we're doing Christmas with my family at my parents' condo. They'll be back up here for that, and my older brother will still be here, so I bought a book for him yesterday so he has something to unwrap from us. They aren't giving me and my husband anything that we will unwrap since they're paying for our Italy plane tickets, but I imagine my mother wrapped up some underwear or socks and a picture of Italy if I know her. We'll eat dinner together though as that's the last time we'll see each other before Christmas. I am thankful they are coming up here because they'll be able to watch Bub while we're at my husband's mom's house.

Thursday, Christmas Eve, we make the five hour trip to his mom's house where we will spend Christmas with his mom, step-dad, sister, brother-in-law, and his aunts, uncles, and cousins. They're a fun group-- board games, jokes, music, cooking, etc. We'll be coming back home on Sunday, and on Monday it's back to work.

The holidays can be so hectic. Luckily I've gotten almost all our shopping done with just a couple things to pick up this weekend, mostly for my husband. So far I've gotten him two sweaters (on sale for $29 each!), but because he's already wrapped my gifts and apparently I'm getting four, once of which I know is an expensive overcoat, I had to think of some other things to get him. I came up with a massage gift certificate and a pair of Toms. I'm not sure he'll like the Toms, but he can wear them as houseshoes, and I think guys in these shoes always look so cute.

I asked for everything I'm getting except for one or two things from my husband; he seems to have gone overboard. I don't like surprises very much. I suppose not wanting surprises means I miss out on some of the Christmas joy-- although I don't know exactly what's in a package, I usually have a pretty good idea. I just hate to see money or time wasted on stuff I don't want or need. In my opinion, we'd probably all be better off exchanging nothing but our time spent with each other at Christmas rather than bought gifts. I guess that wouldn't be as much fun though, and I do like to shop for special gifts that make people smile.

cool down

Little brother got on his flight yesterday and is gone. My mother, though at first she suggested dinner, decided she needed to rest too, so they ordered pizza over there and I made manicotti at home. It was nice to have a bit of peace with my husband. I ate lunch with my parents and my older brother today, and it was nice-- not one cross word spoken. That rarely happens, but it's a more common occurrence if at least one of the brothers is not there. My parents have gone back to their hometown, but they left my older brother here. He doesn't want to drive home until after the holidays-- nothing to go back to, he says. I don't blame him.

I got a facebook message from my little brother earlier today. No apology, no, it was "I didn't want to stay at your house anyway" and "I don't have to prove anything to anyone, I'm a man" bullshit, ended with the comment that I won't be hearing from him again. Part me is playing a tiny violin for him, like my grandfather used to mimic when one of us was telling a sob story, and the other part is thinking that I hope he's telling the truth. No part of me is worried. I'm too drained to care.

Right now I'm comfy in a huge fleece jacket on my couch, Bub rooting his nose under one arm and the laptop keeping my legs warm. I have heartburn from too much Indian food, but personally I think that's a good problem to have. Husband is flipping channels between Family Guy and football, so he's happy too. We had a good, productive day-- after lunch we went to Home Depot and got a new faucet for the guest bath. We want to change all the faucets in the house (the builder put in the cheapest ones available, $14, with clear plastic handles) but we started with just one to see how hard it was to change. Took about 45 minutes, no big deal, so husband's going to buy two more tomorrow.

An aside, I love that Gap commercial with the little girls rapping about comfy sweaters and cute boots. I fully understand that it ticks all the annoying boxes, but for some reason it's not to me.

I wrapped all the presents we had bought this afternoon as well, pretty in snowmen and wreaths and candy cane paper with big bows and sparkly name tags. I'm finally getting in the Christmas spirit, not a moment too soon.

I want to thank everyone for their kind and thoughtful comments both on yesterday's post and on the previous post about having children. I feel very blessed to have such intelligent readers, and I learn from each of you. I can be a downer sometimes, I'm sure, so thank you all for sticking around and offering your advice, condolence, or just an open ear. Gives me faith in humanity.

Time for a piece of that fudge my mom brought up with her.

family time

I am, frankly, too old to have screaming fights. That's what 12-year-olds do when they don't get their way. Neither of my brothers seem to have progressed, emotionally speaking, past that age.

Last night we were supposed to have a family dinner. The whole family hasn't been all together in three years, so my mom wanted us to take the one night we had together in the same town before my little brother flew out to go to dinner. My older brother beat them to town and went ahead to their condo. My mom told me they would be in town around 6 but ended up being about 45 minutes late, and older brother, who has the patience of a toddler who has to pee, was already fuming at being made to wait. Apparently as soon as my parents, little brother, and his girlfriend walked through the door he was on them, snarking and snapping, and little brother, who has the temper of a red wasp, lit right back into him.

I got a call saying my dad had gone to bed, my older brother had disappeared, and it would just be mom, little brother, and the girlfriend for dinner. I held onto my husband's elbow as I listened to my mom try to excuse their behavior and make light of it all, bless her heart. By the time they got to the restaurant I was already one beer in-- if there's anything that will drive me to drink, it's spending time with my family. Dinner, after little brother finally calmed down, was relatively normal. He of course had to make snapped remarks to my mother when she tried to give advice or worried over him not having his coat (I'm 24, Mom, I take care of myself all the time, I don't need you now, etc). They went out to a bar, with my extra key so they could sleep in my guest room, my mom went back to the condo, and husband and I went home, finally.

At 5 a.m., a very drunk little brother stumbled into my house. They smoked in my garage, apparently, but went to bed afterwards. At 9:30 my mom called to wake them up so they could get ready in time for their flight. Little brother was paying the price and spent a while in the bathroom throwing up. He was in a foul mood the rest of the morning. I don't know what he said to her, but his girlfriend spent the morning walking around my house crying. Mom and I mostly tried to stay out of the way. Little brother was throwing things around in the guest room, from suitcase to floor to suitcase, mumbling and yelling. Mom asked him about his phone, which was broken (she told me at one point they came to the condo last night, he was drunk and his phone was broken, but she didn't give me details, thankfully), wondering if he could repair it. He came flying out the guest room, demanding at the top of his lungs if she thought he was stupid or wouldn't think of getting it repaired and didn't she know how fucking old he was and that he could fucking take care of himself.

I had had enough. I live a very peaceful life here. There have been very few fights in this house. And this is my house. He can scream all he wants in his own, but no one will talk to my mother in my house that way, and I told him so.

I suppose that was a mistake, I suppose I should have just let it go. I'm so tired of letting things go, I've done that for the last 27 years. It's not fair to my mother, and someone has to stand up for her since she won't do it for herself for the sake of keeping peace. I listened to him rant at me the rest of his time here, about nothing in particular, just how ready he was to go home and how he hates the South and how no one understands him and how he hates everyone.

His girlfriend continued to cry as she went out to the car. Mom went out with her to crank it up, and little brother exited with his last bag. I sighed and dialed my husband, feeling the tears start to fall. But little brother came back in. I could tell by his face he wanted to apologize, but like I said, I had had it. There's no apology for something like that, not really, no apology can cover 24 years of insane rants and destroyed family gatherings and dramatic outbursts.

Before he could even start I told him that this was why I didn't call more often, why I didn't include him in my life, because he corrupts and mutilates my peace and quiet, the peace and quiet I've striven so hard to achieve. I don't know what exactly I said that was so terrible, I was just trying to be honest, but he started screaming, saying I don't love him and I don't care about him and that he's so sorry he can't fit into my little "fantasy house in the woods" and my "perfect life in suburbia" because not everyone is the same and not everyone is so cookie-cutter and didn't I know that family was messy.

Yes, family is messy, but families don't curse at each other at the top of their lungs and say hurtful things and completely disrespect each other.

I thought I had had it before, but after he screamed like that, I lost my head. I told him, without raising my voice, to call me when he grew up, to go fuck himself, and to get out of my house.

And that was that.

I'm annoyed with myself for getting that angry, for letting him push my buttons that way. I know better, I know how he is. But I felt like a line had to be drawn. I'm so tired of him, tired of his drama. Everything's a story with him, everything's a problem, no one gets him because he's so different (like tattoos and weed really make you that different), and I'm tired of hearing about it. He needs to grow up-- adults don't get so drunk the night before a flight that they puke everywhere, adults don't take that anger out on their girlfriends and their moms and sisters. He has no emotional maturity.

I should have been the mature one, I should have just let it go and not said anything. But how could I? How can anyone sit there and watch someone tear at their mother like that? I've watched it for so many years.

Mom called a minute ago. They're still in town, she and my dad and older brother. She wanted to know if I wanted to eat dinner with them, but I feigned a headache. Actually I do have a headache, but the truth is I just can't handle any more family right now. I need to recharge. If I can take anything good away from today it would be two things: I'm glad my husband wasn't here, because he would have physically kicked my brother out long before the screaming started. He doesn't stand for anyone talking like that in our house or to me. And also, little brother knows the line with me now. He knows I won't stand for that crap any more. It also made me appreciate even more the relationship I have with my husband's little brother who's recently been more of a brother to me than my own.

to kid or not to kid, and Grateful Thursday

I never played with dolls as a girl. I wasn't interested. Maybe because I had brothers, or maybe it was naturally built into my genes, somehow woven through them the inability to care about girly things. As a toddler I played make-believe offices or stores or superheroes, not mommy and babies. I had Barbies, but they saved my brother's GI Joes from impending doom. I liked She-Ra the best, The Princess of Power. She and the Barbies would gallop on My Little Ponies like Joan of Arc or Queen Elizabeth into danger, naked and fearless, to rescue the fallen soldiers from our enemies.

Later, I played sports. Softball, basketball, track. And I babysat, but I took on the kids no one else would, the wild ones that scared other babysitters away, that threw baseballs at my head and tried to smother me with pillows. I was never afraid of discipline, and I like to think that I was the only strong adult figure in those kids' lives. Maybe I brought them some kind of structure.

I recognize the fact I never had nor developed any kind of maternal instinct. I'm distant with children. I feel myself not letting go, not being comfortable, because I don't understand them. In a way, I was never a child, or at least I don't remember being a child, so it's hard for me to connect. I want them all to be little adults, not irrational, easily confused, sticky. Having a conversation with a three-year-old is tasking to me-- I get nothing out of it other than frustration. I don't think Oh, how cute. I think God, someone teach this thing how to pronunciate.

One of my friends does have a little boy with whom I have a deeper connection. As a baby, he amazed me with how quickly he took to things like blocks and shapes and colors. Unfortunately, they've raised him a bit too much in front of the tv, so now all he really seems interested in is Wubzy and Dora and Blue. He still isn't talking much. But when we babysit, I turn off the tv, and I see the wheels in his powerful little brain start turning again. I think if my kids were like that, quiet and reserved and thoughtful, I'd be fine, but you never know what you'll get. Just ask my mom.

I would be a good mother. Unconventional for sure, but I would raise intelligent, open-minded, and outspoken kids. While watching A Christmas Story last night, the scene where the kid yells fudge made me think about what I would do if a child of mine, age 9, cursed like that. I think I would laugh. They're just words. I would tell him not to use them in public because other people don't understand, but there would be no soap eating, no punishment. Other parents would hate me, wouldn't they? I am not status quo and would not raise children by the status quo.

I was struck this morning on the way to work with the thought that maybe I don't want kids because I'm not ready to grow up. I do not want to be an adult. Marriage was easy because my husband is my best friend. It's like playing house with the cute neighbor boy. Buying a house? Well, you have to live somewhere. And work? I work for the youngest company I've ever seen, my boss being a year younger than me, and we sit around in our pjs and eat sushi. It's almost like playtime in here, even when we're doing serious work.

I had a dream last night-- that's what started all this. I was tasked, in my dream, with raising a litter of puppies. But somehow in my dream they turned into a baby, and I was laying in bed on my side with a baby in the crook of my arm, staring down at this creature feeling completely out of place and scared. Sure, that's probably a natural feeling for a new mother. But I'm not ready for that, not in the least. I woke up thinking about my friends, so many of whom are pregnant right now. I had an old friend from high school friend me on facebook yesterday, and her profile picture is her in a hospital bed with a two-year-old at her feet and a newborn in her arms, her happy husband's head sticking in from the side of the frame. All I can think when I see a picture like that is How? How did we get that old? How are they ready for that? How are they ok with that picture and I'm not? What's wrong with me?

All I want to do is run away with my husband to Italy, live free and easy, never grow up because I never have to, like Peter Pan and Wendy. Am I missing out on something? Either way I guess I'm missing out. But raising children of my own, teaching and influencing them to be good people, which the world so desperately needs right now, is something I feel like I might want to do someday, I just worry I'll be too old by the time I feel old enough. And my husband may never feel old enough.

So today I'm grateful for the freedom to make this choice. Just twenty or thirty years ago, when my mom was having kids, it was still expected of every woman to bear children at some point. While still today I get some strange and quizzical looks as I announce my desire to not have children, most people have at least heard it somewhere before and even know someone who's making the same choice. Women, while we still struggle for freedom, have never been as free before as we are now.

I'm also grateful for this forum in which I can compose and organize these thoughts.

Lastly, I'm grateful for my peace of mind in knowing whatever I chose, I'll make it work. Heck, even if motherhood choses me against my will, we'll be fine. We have a strong relationship built on trust, respect, and love, so no matter what's thrown at us, we'll survive and be stronger on the return. While having a baby would change our lives forever, I know we are both the type of people that will see the good rather than the bad, and we'll turn whatever happens into a happy and fulfilling life.

your 15 second diversion for the day and Veggie Kitchen

You know, sometimes you just need to tickle a cat, and all the problems in the world just melt away.

Surprised Kitty @ Yahoo! Video

Ok, now let me wipe the tears of laughter off my face...

Because everyone either now has or is about to have family at home, and/or everyone has had or is about to have a holiday party to host or attend, I thought today I would post my favorite holiday cookie recipe. I first ran across this recipe two years ago and have made them every couple of months since then. They're not terribly bad for you, the recipe makes a LOT so you can give a lot away and still keep a few, plus they keep a long time as well. So they're pretty perfect, unless you're one of those terribly weird people who doesn't like oatmeal (like my mother).

Scarlethue's Oaty Oatmeal Cookies

1 stick of butter, softened (yes, use butter, no fake stuff)

2/3 cup brown sugar

2 cups old-fashioned oats (in the blue cylinder with the Quaker guy's face on it)

1.5 cups all purpose flour

2 eggs

1 tsp baking soda

2 tsps ground cinnamon

sprinkle of salt (little less than a tsp)

Here's where the fun starts. You can add in any combination of these things or really anything you like:

dried cranberries, chocolate chips in dark, milk, or white, macadamia nuts, raisins, chopped pecans or almonds, etc. In total you can add a cup and a half up to 2 and a half cups of these extras, in whatever combination you like.

In a bowl, cream the butter and brown sugar. Add the eggs and stir. In a separate bowl, mix together all the dry ingredients (oats, flour, baking soda, cinnamon, salt), and then slowly add the dry mix to the creamed mix a little at a time. After the two are all mixed, add in your extras. (My favorite combination is 1.5 cups dark chocolate chips and a cup of cranberries.) Drop by tablespoons onto a cookie sheet and bake at 375 degrees for 10-12 minutes. Put them on wire racks to cool.

I especially like these because of the high ratio of oats to flour. It feels more like you're eating oatmeal rather than just a basic flour cookie with some oatmeal mixed in. And I love the flexibility of the "extras." It makes this a good recipe to give to friends-- I have a friend who loves white-chocolate-macadamia-anything, and he devoured these cookies when I added those two in for him. I've also added in some honey before, and it was good but pretty sticky. I think to do that, you need to add in a bit more flour in order to balance it. Something to play with. Enjoy!

thoughts on stress

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.

This is my mantra, courtesy of Tom Petty. Sometimes it works-- sometimes it reminds me when I start to worry that most likely my fears are unfounded, most likely whatever it is that has my brain perched on the edge of a cliff over an unknown will not come to pass, and everything will be fine.

In reality, nothing bad has happened to me in several years. I would call the last "bad thing" losing my grandfather in his battle with cancer. My husband lost both his grandmothers last year, but those were his personal tragedies, not mine, and though I shared in his grief it obviously isn't the same. I've lost and left a couple jobs in that time span. I also lost out on purchasing my dream store at the last minute, and while that took me a few months to move past, now that I look back I know that it was for the best. Most things seem so small in comparison to the truly stress worthy.

So I'm trying very hard not to sweat the small stuff. My father does, boy does he ever. Last time we went to the beach together, the air conditioner in our condo broke, and while yes it was July in Florida and steamy hot like the inside of a baked potato, you would have thought someone just kicked his dog. I'm used to his outbursts, but it took my husband by surprise. My brothers are the same way, once chasing each other around the outside of the house in circles trying to punch each other on Easter Sunday. Neither can tell you now what started the brawl. You're all picturing little boys with angry, tear-stained faces pantingly trying to get the last lick, but no, they were 23 and 17 at the time.

My mother is a natural born hand-wringer-- she's never been able to put a worried thought out of her mind until she gets a resolution to a problem, and since my father sees everything as a problem, she's always had something about which to worry. She tried hard to pass this on to me. I tripped her up at the last minute, though, by marrying the most relaxed and worry free man on earth. He might as well be Jimmy Buffett, only without the parrots and faded cargo shorts. He keeps my worrying side in check, reminding me when he sees my mother start to appear inside me that everything's going to work out just fine, even singing that particular Petty song to me when I really need it. He keeps me together when life starts to fray at the edges.

Work can be particularly stressful. I think what makes it so much worse now, as work stresses in the past were something I was able to leave behind at 5 pm,is that I think of this job more as a career than just a job. I plan on working here for a long time, so when something here causes me stress, I'm more likely to worry about it since it might be around long-term. I actually care about this place and these people and our success here.

But the stress and worries that work causes me is nothing in relation to the stress real problems cause, and I must remember this. I got a reminder this morning in the form of an email from my husband's aunt. While I was panicking over a requirement my boss just asked me to fulfill, wanting to move up a deadline to a irrational and illogical date, I happened to check my personal email and read her message in order to get my mind off work for a second. It worked. My husband's cousin spouse, who has been battling brain tumors as long as even his cousin has known him, is finally being sent home to die.

Sent home to die. I remember that phrase, I remember the way that feels, helpless and angry and spiteful. How do you accept that, how do you come to terms with "nothing left to be done?" After years of remission to have it resurface, stronger this time, now after having a son as well, a son who will grow up without his father, without the larger than life man with the bosterous laugh, to never know him. The doctors told his wife to take him home, that in two weeks he won't recognize anyone anymore so gather the family quickly, and shortly after he will be gone.

I feel stupid for needing something like this to put my insignificant worries to rest this morning. I wish I could be the kind of person who always has perspective, who instantly calms a brewing storm the way my husband can.

catch up

What the heck happened to this week? I missed Wednesday and Thursday both somehow. I can't believe it's Friday already, but I'm sure not going to argue over it.

Time to play catch up.

Today is going to be a rare fish recipe, although you could really use this marinade on tofu as well, mixed with some egg or glass noodles and Asian vegetables it would be amazing. Hmm, new idea there.

Mustard Maple Salmon, by Scarlethue

4 boneless salmon fillets, about 6 oz each
2-3 tablespoons Dijon mustard (to taste)
1/4 cup maple syrup
1/4 cup canola/vegetable oil
few splashes of soy sauce (about 1-2 teaspoons to taste)
splash of either white wine vinegar or lemon juice for acidity
pepper to taste

Mix all together, pour 2/3rds over salmon and let marinade in the refrigerator for at least 30 minutes. An hour is better. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Place the fish on a baking sheet, and bake for 15 minutes, checking for easy flaking and pink flesh after 10 minutes. After plating, pour reserved 1/3 marinade (the stuff that never touched the raw fish!) over cooked fish for extra flavor.

The sweet and peppery flavor here is really good on mild salmon. It might work on chicken too. I usually make either couscous, rice, or a baked potato and a mixed salad with it. I did this recipe once with about 1/4 cup of brown sugar added which made it closer to a dry rub than a marinade. It was good, but if I did it again I'd cut down just a tad on the maple syrup and up the Dijon to balance the sweetness, plus you should crisp the brown sugar crust under the broiler for a couple minutes as well. Keep a close eye on it if you do this.

1) This week is nearly over!!

2) My charitable company. Instead of buying our clients gift baskets that never get used or other silly corporate gifts, this year we "adopted" children off the Salvation Army angel tree. We will be buying presents for these kids in our clients' names and then sending the clients photos of everything we were able to buy in a Christmas card. As soon as our controller gives us the go-ahead, we're going shopping for eight girls between the ages of 9 and 12 all at once. We picked the older ones because they always get forgotten. It will be fun!

3) Cold weather. I was feeling rather bah, humbug, about Christmas, but the 44 degree high today is kick-starting my holiday spirit. I do, unfortunately, need to go shopping soon, very soon. I hate fighting the crowds. But at least I now have everyone's lists.

So there's two days' posts wrapped up into a very quick one. Tomorrow I'm probably going to a friend's child's birthday party, for which I also need to buy a present, but I have no plans for Sunday, thank goodness. I hopefully will be able to catch up on some blog reading then.

three silver linings

1) My older brother is coming to visit, unexpectedly.

I already knew my little brother was coming, with his girlfriend, for a pre-Christmas visit as it's so expensive to fly around Christmas itself. He'll be staying with my parents for a few days, taking his girlfriend down to New Orleans, introducing her to Southern food and his wild friends, then he'll head up my way and stay with me a couple nights before moving on to her family's home for the remainder of their vacation. I was looking forward to a couple days with him-- I haven't seen him since last Christmas, and I'd like to get to know this girl who seems to have stolen my loner little brother's heart.

Now, the older is thrown into the mix. Broken up with his finance who just took her stuff and moved out yesterday, he's more despondent and pathetic than usual. I have a hard enough time staying sane on a twenty minute phone conversation with him, much less actual person-to-person interaction. He won't be staying in my house though, thankfully, but because he has no job and because she took the majority of the furniture and accessories in his apartment, he has no reason to return any time soon. My mom thinks he'll go back when little brother goes back, but who knows. A condition of his returning home was that he sees a local doctor and gets an antidepressant prescription  for the depression he's tried to "handle" on his own his whole life (until now he had been adamant that he would not medicate himself) so hopefully that's the silver lining I'm trying so hard to see here.

2) I had to fire someone yesterday.

I hired him about six weeks ago to be our flash animator and work from home, and in that time he's promised a ton of work and delivered very little. At first we chalked it up to his creative, artistic personality, that he just needed to be coddled and stroked a bit and then his genius would prove itself. After a while we started to realize that not much of his work was being done, and what was done wasn't on time, so we assigned a manager to watch him and his work as closely as he could. It didn't help, and it drove the manager crazy trying to find him all the time. Both Monday and Tuesday this week we called and called, trying to get him on the phone, but finally last night I had to send an email. I suppose I had it easy that way, since there was no face to face meeting, but it was still terrible. He emailed me right back saying he understood. It's like he wanted us to fire him.

That was my first firing and hopefully will be my only one for a long, long time. I guess he made it easy on me, so there's my slightly tarnished silver lining.

3) A coworker nearly got scammed by a fake homeowner.

She's been looking for a home to rent for herself and her three little girls. She's going through a divorce, so she needs to move quickly and stay in the county school district. It hasn't been an easy search. There was the cute little cabin next to a field of run down trailers, a nice house but right on the highway with no yard and no place for the 4 year old to play, and now this.

It's a beautiful house in a friendly neighborhood-- they even have a community pool. The advertiser told my coworker that he was a pastor on a mission trip to West Africa, and he needed someone to watch his house and yard while he was gone. He wanted someone he could trust, so he sent her a homemade application with strange questions like "Do you promise to take care of the yard," and "Have you ever been in trouble with the police," all written with poor grammar and spelling. Her second clue was that he kept putting off her specific questions, especially when she asked about getting access to the house (she had already peeked through the dark windows) and about a lease to sign.

Finally, last night when he asked her to wire money through Western Union to Africa before she had even seen a lease or the inside of the house, she knew something was up. To trip him up, she asked him through email if the red electrical box on the front of the house controlled an invisible fence, knowing from experience that invisible fence boxes are always placed inside the house and are usually black, not to mention there was no red box on the front of the house. When he said, "yes," she had him. Today she called the police and the neighborhood homeowners association who told her that someone lives in that house, and they already knew about the scam. They thanked her for forwarding her emails from him and the original ad.

We live in a very small and trusting town. Everyone knows just about everyone, or at least they know each others' faces. Things like this just don't happen in places like this, or at least they didn't used to.

She's out right now looking at two more houses, one pretty far away but owned by a nice old lady, and the other in a picturesque neighborhood of large condos practically within walking distance of the office. Hopefully one of those options will work, and she'll find her little silver lining as well, shining bright in all the darkness she's had to combat in the past few weeks.