I Never Believed in Santa. So What?

I’m going to air some grievances here. While reading my digest of newlywed blogs this morning, I came across one that I will respectfully not name, that for the first time, offended me. Everyone is entitled to their own feelings and beliefs, but what I don’t like is when it feels like someone is telling me that mine are not as good.

Here’s the deal: I never believed in Santa. As a child, my mom told me that Santa wasn’t real, but that lots of my friends and other kids believe in him, so I shouldn’t ruin anything for them, but it was important to her that I knew the truth. It was nothing against the jolly fake man. I think it was mostly because she just didn’t want to build this guy up so much then leave me crushed when I found out the truth later. It also may have had something to do with knowing that the presents I received were from my family members and friends, not some dude from the North Pole. I don’t really know her real reasons though, but that’s my guess. I should ask her some day.

The thing is, I don’t feel like it affected my childhood in any way. I still got photos at the mall on Santa’s lap, watched Christmas movies, we still did plenty of other Christmas traditions like making cookies, singing and decorating the tree. So I had plenty of other magical, fun things to believe in and give the holiday some spirit. Santa did not take anything away from my childhood.

So I did take offense to this blog post today that ranted and raved about how awful it is for parents to ruin Christmas by telling their kids Santa wasn’t real. She went on and on and was so worked up over it. To each their own I say. You belived in him, a lot of people did, but that doesn’t give reason to place your judgments on others who had a different experience. Maybe I think it’s weird that you DO believe in him, but I’m not going to make a big deal out of it.

A comment the author made later on another comment explained that she wrote in a heat-of-the-moment emotion fest, but that she still stuck to her feelings that she thinks it’s sad that kids wouldn’t believe in Santa and that she thinks it’s out of our society’s trying to be politically correct. I think that it has nothing to do with that. It just wasn’t a big deal. And it’s certainly not sad.

I’m not sure if I will tell my own kids about Santa. I don’t think there’s much harm either way, so we’ll see I guess. But Santa aside, isn’t the most important part of Christmas spending time with those you love, making memories and remembering the true meaning of Christmas? I think so. Whatever your beliefs are.


Candles, Christmas & Paul

I really want to keep on publishing thoughtful blog posts about married life, but in this job transition, and the holidays, I just feel far to busy to write something intelligent. So … here’s what I’ve been up to! Thoughtful posts to come again soon.

I found this super awesome project on Pinterest to upcycle old candles. You know after your old ones finish burning, there’s still a good amount of wax left there in the bottom and it seems like such a waste to just throw them away? (And we go through a lot of candles.) This project was perfect. So, I took some of my old candles and got ’em ready to turn ’em into a pretty new one.


It was so easy. All I needed was to buy some new wicks (found a small pack at Michaels) and one new clean jar. Place the wick in the new jar. Put one of the old candles in a pot of boiling water, and shortly the wax will melt again. Pour it into the new jar. When that layer has hardened, boil the next candle and pour on top. Repeat till the new jar is full or you’ve emptied all old candles. Voila!


I’m so excited for my new candle. Isn’t it so pretty, especially knowing it came from stuff that otherwise would have been thrown away?! Now I can keep doing this over and over and be less wasteful. I’m not much of a natural crafter, but this project seemed practical and easy, so I went for it. So glad I did!

On another note, I’ve never been much for celebrating Christmas till after Thanksgiving. It only seems fair. Plus, since I worked retail for years, I’ve heard far more Christmas music than I ever wanted to, starting all the way in October. Not even kidding. Penney’s played the same about 6 songs over and over. And over and over. And over. And for three months, several hours a day … Sucked all the joy right out of me. But, when the time is proper (aka, after Thanksgiving), I am all for getting festive. You won’t catch me listening to Christmas music if I have a choice, but I do love decorations and getting the lights out. And so the tree came out (granted a small one since we live in an apartment), lights were placed and lit, stockings hung on the wall, and my cute little Pier 1 snowman came out from the closet. I love that feeling.


We also got some Christmas shopping done, and I am proud to say we are about 75% finished. We even wrapped what we had so far just to keep the momentum going.

Cal gave me a list of some things he’d like to receive, and while he’ll get some of them, I still want to give a thoughtful, unexpected gift. This can be hard sometimes, especially now that we got so much stuff we needed from the wedding, and I used up a lot of my clever ideas in past birthdays, anniversaries, etc. I like to go for humorous things most of the time, like shirts with witty sayings or a coffee mug in the shape of a toilet. Buying for men can be tough though. Any of you readers have some good ideas? What are you getting for your guys?

Speaking of gifts, it brings me to the last point for today. This weekend was Cal’s birthday. My present was a t-shirt that said, “Big gulps, huh? Well, see you later!” It was a perfect gift because he always needs more shirts, and Dumb & Dumber is probably his favorite movie. The other one is Good Will Hunting, which we previously only dad on VHS, so I also got him the DVD of that. We’re trying to replace all our old VHS’ since our player doesn’t work. I do wonder though how long till those are near extinct too. Oh well, things will always keep changing.

Wow, ramble much? Anyway … Paul Walker died. And it is soo sad. I feel like I need to stop having celebrity crushes because they keep dying. Not even kidding, years ago, Heath Ledger was my No. 1 droolworthy celeb man crush. His hair, his accent, his mouth, his movies, gosh I loved him. Then he died. Paul Walker had been my No. 2 man crush right after Heath. After Heath died, it didn’t seem right to keep him in my No. 1 spot, so I moved Paul up. Then he just kept getting more and more good looking anyway, and oh my gosh, his eyes. I watch all the “Fast & Furious” movies for Paul and Tyrese. But now, Paul is gone too. And it is awful. I will admit, I don’t think he was the best actor. But that didn’t matter. He seemed like a truly great guy. Plus, he was oh so pretty. The details of his crash are so hard to read. It’s truly awful. I actually teared up hearing about it. Then I saw Tyrese at the crash site, and oh my gosh. How touching. I loved seeing that. It was heartwarming. In the midst of the sadness. Seeing young guys die far too soon is awful. They had so much life ahead of them and so much more to contribute to the world. And they both leave behind a daughter. I can’t imagine losing a parent so young. And their families! Ugh.

I just don’t know what more to say about that. And it’s really late, so it’s off to bed. Wow. Didn’t mean to have such an up and down post. Sorry guys. Again, I promise thoughtful posts are coming again soon.

Friday Feelings and My Big Reveal

In a previous post, I hinted that I was happy about things yet to be revealed. Well folks, here’s my reveal … drumroll please … I have a new job, and I start on Monday! Originally, I was going to wait to post about it until I had officially started, but then I thought, you know what? I have feelings about it now, and it’s close enough. Plus, now I can compare my pre-first day thoughts to after I do start.

I’m going back to writing full time. Yes, I truly enjoyed my job in social media marketing and learned SO MUCH here, but I miss writing and editing. A lot. It’s part of the reason I started this blog! It’s what I’m comfortable doing and what I think I’m good at. It’s my comfort zone. My warm bubble of happiness. So going back to doing that in a new place with an awesome manager and a few friends already there, I think it will be just what I needed. One thing I’m most looking forward to is decorating my new desk. What will it look like? I can’t wait to find out. Oh, the small things.

This is how I feel about change.

This is how I feel about change.

As the day is getting closer, I’m getting the usual jitters. Change is hard. The unknown is scary. I’m 99.9% sure I’m going to LOVE my new job. But what if I don’t? What if I regret leaving where I am for it? What if I don’t do well at it and my new boss and co-workers hate me? What if the building catches on fire the day after I start, and they have to shut down the company, and then I’m out of a job. I’ll probably become homeless, obviously. You see, this is what I do when something new is coming. I overanalyze and start fearing the worst. It’s never as bad as it could be, so maybe that’s why I do it. By expecting the worst sometimes, you’ll never be disappointed. That’s kind of a bad attitude to have, and it’s something I have to try to consciously change. I’m envious of people who are happy about everything all the time, even new things and the unknown. How do they do it?!

How can you say no to this?!

How can you say no to this?!

I wanted to go out on a great note on my last day. But, I wasn’t watching the clock close enough this morning, and Little Girl was snuggling me all cute and stuff, so I spent far too much time petting her and playing with her before even getting out of bed. So, I had to hurry up and get ready, and really wanted to look nice and do my hair purrty, but that didn’t happen. Oh well, what’s new.

I tend to be late for a lot of things, especially in the morning. I am awful at getting out of bed most days. It’s one thing I am going to have to figure out how to change at my new job. Ugh.

On another note, it’s snowing here right now, and it’s actually really pretty, dusting the ground and floating down from the sky. I know it won’t last long. It’s the start of real winter here, and before we know it, it’s going to be treacherous. Every winter I question why I continue to live in the North Dakota tundra. But as much as the weather is a nuisance, I love this city. It’s the perfect size with plenty of things to do. It’s got a small town feel in a large city.

Wow, I’m really getting off track here, huh? Then again, it is Friday. Isn’t that what Fridays are for? I’m really looking forward to my weekend. I have to do laundry so I have nice clean clothes ready for my first week at the new job, and I’ll probably plan out every outfit for each day so I don’t have to think about it in the mornings. I’m going to finalize my Thanksgiving menu and start shopping for ingredients. Our mall is also having this event Sunday evening where you pay $5 to get in, but then each store has lots of sales, so we’ve gotta get some Christmas shopping started. Most years by this point, I have almost everything purchased and wrapped already, but the holidays really crept up on me this time. But then again, this is the busiest year I’ve ever had, and there’s lot of other things going on.

Our kitchen table is a complete disaster zone, piled high with our homebuying guides, bills, magazines and who knows what else, so I hope to get that under control. And while I’ll be going through bills, it seems a good time to set up a new financial system for our shared bills, which is something I’ve been meaning to do ever since we got married. At least all of these to-do’s will keep my mind off of worrying about the new job. Fingers crossed I love it as much as I think I will. And there isn’t a freak disaster that shuts the place down and makes me homeless.