The Mother of all Holidays

So....here we are. My sibs and I, about to experience the first holiday as true adults. As orphaned adults, that is...which is what I feel like tonight, after having spent the better part of two days unpacking my 'Mom and Dad house stuff'' plastic tubs and realizing over and over again, that both of my parents have passed on, crossed over, hit the penthouse, moved into a higher level of being....ok...I need to say it. They have died.

Ummmm....they're in a big sixties lounge in the sky.

See? Can't quite say it yet.

Anyway........

And I have to admit, when I cut away the bubble wrap on some of the stuff, I'm thinking...WTF? Because I packed up three of the tubs in August, when mom had been gone less than a month and I was a huge bundle of raw grieving nerves and had become a mom memory hoarder and every post it note / envelope / cocktail stirrer had meaning.

So I have some things here that - if she were here - my mom would be telling me to "Dump already!"

I so get the TLC hoarders right now.

Holiday stuff to come....

V-Day

With apologies to romantics.....

How do I hate thee, Valentine's Day?  Let me count the ways.  

Days in advance to get cards and prepare - 10

Days that I got home late from work and didn't buy cards - 9

Days in advance that cards and gifts need to be sent to three different states - 5

Days in advance that it was done - 0

Number of minutes spent in line at card store - 15

Number of cards bought - 15

Number of cards that will actually make it to recipients - 2

Number of minutes spent in guilt, self-bashing - 30

Number of adult bevvies needed to get over guilt - 4

Yup, 100 ways to hate this holiday.  But really, it's just a hangover from Christmas / New Year's, when I'm usually all humbuggy but was in a pretty good mood this year so I guess that the holiday gods are karmaing my butt...

Yeah, I need to keep hibernating.  with bevvies.  watching 'The Shining' on Bravo.  nothing says romantic like crazy Jack and redrum redrum REDRUM!!!