Red Strokes

One of my biggest pet peeves in the world is people wasting MY time. This is something that my Dad drilled into my head at a young age, and has stuck with me. Do NOT waste my time. Time isn't something I can get back, never, no matter what...its gone.

I was feeling the stress of the holidays yesterday. It wasn't a bad stress, actually, it was the kind of stress that motivates me. I had stuff to get done and a time frame to do it.

Monday's are skating w/ Kaleb days. Jo & I go, we get there and they aren't there yet. We wait about 10 minutes and Jo calls their house. Kaleb isn't going. I'm a tad annoyed that they didn't call me, but I'll get over it totally. (Have I mentioned that Kaleb's family are some of my favorite people in the world?)

Not having skating was actually a good thing really. I could get started on all the baking I had to do. Yeah, then shit hit the fan. I sunk to my family's level and was screaming and slamming doors. Yes, I'm annoyed with myself about it. Last week Mom was all over Jo & I to pick out cookie recepes, then go shopping, etc. Well when I started to get the stuff ready last night, her & Dad just started nit-picking on me for everything. Yep. I exploaded. So, I was in bed and asleep by 6:30pm. So I waste a good 4 hours last week playing around with cookies that I could have cared less about and was trying to handle to make my Mom happy.

This morning, I took all my cook books upstairs, but away the ingredients I already had out. I'm done. Mom then wants to talk about things. I try explaing to her, but forget it...I'm getting to upset, she's only seeing her side (shock shock, I have close minded parents). At least this time instead of sinking to the immature level of my house, I just went to the car.

Now that I don't have anything to do today...I'm going to SLEEP and Scrapbook!

Merry Christmas.