Is it me, or is je ne sais quoi in serious short supply lately?

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It's Christmas present wrapping day.  I'm not one of those people who wrap presents the same day I purchase them.  I'm a procrastinating wrapper.  Fortuntely though, I'm not a last minute shopper or present wrapper.  Distaste for the stress of last minute anything, serves as my impetus, and I usually ride its momentum to the finish line.  I'm at the half way point, and whaddya know, I've run out of appropriately sized boxes, which is the story of my life.  So, I decided to take a facebook break, and discovered that a handsome fellow had messaged me out of the blue.  I didn't know him from any other stranger on facebook, but noticed we had mutual friends, so I read his message which read as follows:

Handsome man said, "Fancy"

Yep, that was it.  One word.

I wrote him back and asked, "Have you been hacked, or are you a man of few words."

Handsome man said, "man of few words whats your oppinion 
(note:  that was his extra p, not my typo)

I wrote back and said, "I have lots of opinions, but I don't proclaim them to be anyone else's truth."

Handsome man said, "educated hope not to bother"

I said, "Fancy? Educated? Are you speaking of me, or you?  Me, I'm not fancy. Far from it. I'm slightly educated and overly blessed with natural but non nosy curiosity."

Handsome man wrote, "cat problem of curious far from school smart notice your pic under friend's page  clicked and started talking hows things so far"

Before I could reply, handsome man wrote, "sorry for the interruption you might be married no info on status"

I wrote back, "No worries.  I was taking a break from wrapping Christmas presents.  Since you mentioned it, I'm not married.  Does my relationship status determine whether or not we should be facebook friends?"  He had intermittently sent me a friend request.

I don't know about y'all, but I'm not convinced by good looks.  Yes, they peak my interest, but they are far from any deciding factor.  And, I'm not snooty about typos or poor typing skills, but I think when someone says they clicked and started talking, that they would have thought to write more than one word, especially at the onset of communication.  Because, a man of one word, isn't everyone's type.  I personally like a man who is interested in the world around him, and happy to share his interests with me.  I also enjoy a man who can construct a simple sentence.

"Our" disjointed dialogue went on and he finally got around to this stunner of a line, "you are very pretty has been nice talking to you ... " 

What a shame I'm not smitten with anything other than his good looks.  But hey, that is another story of my life.  I may entertain and even choose someone who isn't my preferred physical type, but I never fall for someone who doesn't display a certain je ne sais quoi.


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Cha ching ...

Ring ring goes the happy bell.  The tax man gets first and second cut.  The home insurer steps up for the next piece of pie, and I will be left with less than half, but that is nothing over which to cry.  Whoooooooo hoooooooo!   A shout out to my employers who today showered me with appreciation and a lovely Christmas bonus.  It was apparently a bumper year in spite of the economy, and for more than selfish reasons, that makes me a happy camper.  

I'm not frugal, but I am fiscally conservative, so whatever I have left after paying my property taxes and my house insurance which are both due by the end of the year, will go into savings to recoup some of the funds which were tapped in the spring for my new landscaping.  The good thing about being put off by homogenized America, is the fact that I no longer want want want.  I've always been a saver, but lately, I have felt the need to up the ante.  I have another level of freedom in my sight! 

Santa has nothing on my employers :)

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Elves needed ...

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I wish I could muster the OOOMPH needed to put up a Christmas tree, but it hasn't kicked in yet, and it may not kick in at all this year.  So far, it isn't looking good.  It didn't kick in last year either, nor the year before.  Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas.  And, I definitely love my Christmas decorations and ornaments, of which I have a closet full.   What I don't love, is all the work that goes into getting a tree and stringing the lights.  Stringing Christmas lights around a tree isn't for over worrying electrical novice me.  "They" say you should not string more than 3 strands of lights together, but they don't say HOW to string more than 3 strands on the tree, and any tree I have ever selected, could easily eat 3 strands for breakfast.   I know they are not saying you can't put more than 3 strands on a tree.  I realize they mean you cannot connect more than 3 strands, but they don't tell you much else.  Like how do you not connect them if you only have one electrical outlet near by?   I'm not saying that I have never strung the lights on a tree, because I have.  After my second fiance moved out after nearly 14 years together, I usually did it all by myself, but it was never a pretty sight in progress.  I mostly just winged it.  I would poke more and more strings of lights in the tree, and the tree would inevitably poke me back.   Thankfully, I never fell off the ladder.  Nor did the tree ever catch fire.  I can't say how I managed to get all those lights on those trees without connecting more than 3 strands, but I know I did.

This is not the only time of year that I sing the praises of a man, but it is THE one time of year that I never fail to sing a man's christmas light stringing praises from sea to shining sea.  Getting the tree and stringing the lights are the two obstacles between me and my ornaments.  Well that, and all the work that goes into decorating the house, just for little ole me. 

It's really a shame, all these beauties are all boxed up.

Snow babies!!!

Eye spy anyone?  Find the spider web ornament, it's one of my favorites.

Can you tell that I actually love Christmas?

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