Queen of Rambles

I feel like all the important count downs are blurring together. Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, selling our stuff, moving out, getting to the US, Christmas shopping over there (better late than never), then having yet another Christmas celebration. At least I only have to do one Christmas meal. My mom and grandma have decided they want to celebrate Christmas by having Mexican food. They celebrate everything by having Mexican food. They celebrate Saturdays by having Mexican food. They celebrate eating by having Mexican food. If you go out to eat with my mom, rest assured you’ll be eating Mexican food or pizza. If you go the pizza route, don’t be surprised if it’s taco pizza. I will be glad to eat some real Mexican food with no corn, cucumbers or other weird shit, so I don’t mind. I just think it’s funny that my mom acts like we are going to do something special when we’re going to do what she does at least twice a week.

I got a letter from my sister today. That was a huge surprise, especially since it’s Sunday. She sent it Global Express, which is a shocker. Five bucks for a letter. Sounds like her man is actually making some money. They even bought furniture and a TV. Dare I hope that she’s actually turning into someone mature enough to have a baby? She said she’s due June 20th, so she’s a lot further along than she thought. The danger of a miscarriage has pretty much passed (obviously that can happen at any time, but if you get past your 12th week you’ll probably be ok). I about fell to ground when I read her explanation–God thinks she’s ready. This girl never talks about God. I didn’t know she knew who God was. Apparently she and her man have been going to church fairly regularly. She’s still in school to become a dental hygienist and has been scoring very well. . . Maybe things will be ok after all. This is going to sound kind of weird, but I could tell by her handwriting that she’s matured a lot. Usually she writes with such bubbly 13 year old letters that it is unreadable. This time the handwriting was more like that of an adult. My family and I get our hope in the strangest places when it comes to my sister.

I’ve been a candy maker this year instead of a baker. I am going to give Annica and family a box of candy and cookies and then send a plate out to Mike’s work. I thought I had it all under control, but one of the things I baked for the in-laws turned into a big gob of goopy goo in the freezer so I could send it, thus the frenzy to make more stuff. Truffles are a real pain in the ass to make, you know it? And I kind of doubt people will even like them since I used really strong chocolate and I don’t think Swedes care for really strong chocolate. I surely can’t be the only one who’s noticed that the candy here has too much sugar, plus the sugar isn’t even real sugar. It’s made from beet roots and has a very distinct flavor. I am always so shocked when I hear that some Americans prefer that type of chocolate. I think they must not be chocolate fans to begin with, just sugar fans.

We’ve made the final deals and have all our stuff sold. On our last night here it will be just us and our fold out couch. Should be really exciting. I’ve got one of my suitcases completely packed and think we are going to have plenty of room. Amazing the difference shipping a bunch of the stuff makes. When I moved over here I just had two suitcases and a carry-on. That was it. I shipped nothing. And a lot of that was stupid stuff that I thought I couldn’t live without like brown sugar and chocolate chips. It is difficult to live without brown sugar, but not impossible. Actually, they’ve started selling this stuff that is like really dark brown sugar but it is so strong that I don’t like it at all. I don’t know what it tastes like. Maybe molasses? I shouldn’t be eating sugar anyway. I’m gaining back all the weight I lost from my gall bladder induced diet and that’s pretty damn depressing. I haven’t been exercising like I used to, I’ve been making candy which leads to “testing,” and I’ve been experimenting with my food freedom. I need to stop.

I found out something really good! On Christmas Eve they are showing my two favorite Christmas movies–A Christmas Story and Mixed Nuts. Since it’s just the two of us I can watch them! If we were with his family I seriously doubt I would have any control over the TV whatsoever. How sad is it that I’m excited about being away from family for Christmas just so I can watch two stupid movies? They just remind me of home so I guess that’s why I want to see them so badly.

How funny. I told Mike I wasn’t going to make any entries until after we moved unless I had something really worth saying. I figure people don’t have time to be reading long ramblings right now. Too bad I couldn’t stick with my determination.

And now I’m off to read. I got Ender’s Game from the library and am making very good progress. I always maintained that I couldn’t read a book with a spaceship on the cover. Strange how things change when the number of available books to read plummets.

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