Pretty lights

So it's a nice brisk 55 degrees here. The sun was out earlier and it might have been alright to leave the house, although, I didn't. My friend in Denver is enjoying TWO degrees, I use the word enjoying loosely, but she actually left the house today and went to the store. I barely got dressed.

My mother told me that I'm just too lazy to take my tree down and that I'm making excuses. I have no idea why I would even DISCUSS a Christmas Tree with her and why I would expect her to care about the things I care about outside of my job, my education and my children. I guess that is what being a non-warm and fuzzy mom does. I should not be suprised. But it just confirms my wanting to keep it up. Because I can.

I have the lights on right now- and I love them. Hell, I'm tempted to redecorate the fucking thing. My friend Chris was saying how she would love to keep the lights on her house outside. She doesn't have a porch light, it's not like they are icicles, or colored lights, or flashing!! But I know why she can't do it. I realize I am facing public scorn, by keeping my tree up, but you know- I never see my neighbors. The girl that lives above me locked her baby in her car, and then locked herself out of her apartment with her baby inside, at 2AM. In the same week. So you know, her opinion of ME is hardly my concern.

So I have been pimped out Podcrapular a few times now- so if you have not gone there and listened to Golfwidow and Andy, you should. I personally love Real Porn Audio, but this weeks podcast talks about the Hole-y trifecta of Beaver. I'm not sure if I'm more amused at their humor, or how amused THEY are at their humor- but either way, I am left laughing.
Check em out.