"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing." ~Socrates

Okay...another post right after the first...

I forgot to mention how great my first day back to work was. How wonderful to have been surprised and blessed with such a good day.
Nothing exciting to most, but small rewards mean a lot to me.
I walked into my office to find not only a bottle of wine from the agency (as congrats for my 5th year anniversary), but some angel left me a free pass to a pre-screening of House of Wax. I can't say I'm excited that they casted that pathetic Paris Hilton, but the original is one of my all time favorites and I can not wait to see how much better the gore will be in this remake.
I was happy with The Amityville Horror remake, so I'm sure I'll enjoy this one, as well. I love it when Hollywood horror season rolls around.
Darkness comes out on DVD Tuesday...so you now you can guess as to what I'll be doing Tuesday night.

What else of interest that day? One of my emails was non-work related. My best friend of nearly 15 years dropped a bombshell that she is getting married this week and moving to Oregon. I was supposed to be her matron of honor for the originally planned nuptials...but drama occurred, plans changed, plans changed again...and now she's just doin' a quickie.
This works for me, because a) I ran off to Costa Rica leaving everyone out, so I can't be upset. b) I don't want to buy one of those lame ass bridesmaid gowns. c) I'm not mentally prepared to go back "home", yet. After visiting for my 10 year reunion this past summer, I'm just not ready for the emotional disturbance it always causes...

Alas, now I'm thinking about the past...

I had a great childhood. What I see as a perfect family. I lived in one of the most beautiful of the houses in town (Victorian, basement to attic level, sculpted wool carpet, carved mantle/fireplace (3 fireplaces total), 4 bedroom, vanity suite, walk in closets, awe inspiring staircase, hidden storage nooks....not to brag...much), my family had the cafe with the best home cooked cuisine in town for almost 50 years. I was a spoiled brat with Easter dresses every year, I had "hand crafted" birthday cakes, I owned every My Little Pony available, and I never had less that 25 presents under the tree every Christmas.
It was me, Grandma, Grandpa, Mom and my little brother. We had dinner together almost every night.
I think, from now on, that for every ranting post I will also post a memory. I have the best, most comforting, almost perfect memories. It's tragic that things that are so beautiful and so close to perfect can so easily fall apart as they did for my family.
Damn, now I'm a little sad with this flooding reminiscence...
And so...
Tomorrow I'll tell you about Christmas. I'm not telling stories when I say that they were as perfect as claimed, and I hope that besides helping me deal with all the pain that followed with my adulthood that people can see that family bonds are real and can, in turn, be realized by everyone. It's really not that hard. It just takes love.