I'm not a marathon runner, nor do I do anything running related. I know myself, and know that I am strong and fairly fast, yet if I were ever to get in a fight I had better win it fast and quick. (Luckily wrestling with my brothers has always gone that route. I destroyed them quickly and made it look effortless.) I know that if it ever took longer than a minute I'm going to tire quickly, and anything that lasts to the second round will not bode well for me. Unlike marathon runners I most likely would fade quickly during a race. I'd collapse, probably passed out from a lack of oxygen or heart palpitations, and wake lying face down in a gutter. That is how it is when it comes to our family and the holiday season.
Halloween is the kickoff of events that our little group must run and survive. The first in a series of nonstop events, just like a marathon, that stretches from the celebration of all things ghoulish to New Year's day. By the beginning of the New Year I am lucky not to find myself in the gutter begging for it all to stop. The foods, the parties, all the get togethers! Just between the holiday's, and the connected sub-holiday parties, we have 5 birthday's - all which are celebrated at more parties . . . 'sigh'! All the socializing - my head hurts thinking about it.
There was one event that I was looking forward to in our family's line of up coming events this particular holiday marathon - the baptism of Red. Congratulations!! I'm proud of the person you've become, and the choices you've made. I love you Red! -CRW
* It's not really all that bad. :-)