busyKarin, on the other hand, can scare with the best of them. She's a wolf and a monster, when she dresses up (when she's not a policeman, racecar driver, or hockey player). Although, I couldn't help laughing yesterday, because HER stickers were teeny tiny ones meant to decorate fingernails and EARS. She went to sleep with "baby pumpkins" on her ears, and before bedtime, made me put a ribbon on her head to hold her hair off her ears so she could admire her "earrings" in the mirror. That's the first time in 4 years that kid has had a RIBBON in her hair.
I'm fighting off a headache at work at the moment, hampered by the fact that I only had one Advil left in my purse. I have to take another one immediately when I get home otherwise I won't be in any condition to go to choir. :( What I really want to do is go home and sleep, but I know no one wants to hear about that, haha.
I just thought about Christmas cards, and our annual Christmas letter that I've been sending out every year since we moved to Sweden. Last year, I vowed that I would no longer spend so much money on Christmas cards, and wouldn't send them anymore to the people who didn't send us one. That includes most of my friends and a great deal of family, at this point. It makes me really angry that people can't be bothered ONCE A YEAR to slap a card in the mail, at the very least. I had at least 2 friends who I haven't had Christmas cards from in years tell me I couldn't stop sending our Christmas letter because they so enjoyed getting and reading it every year (it has lots of pictures too).
Ahem.
My feeling is that friendship is a 2-way street. You can't be friends with someone who doesn't reciprocate. You can't have any kind of relationship with them, other than as a stalker, I suppose. And since I can't go out to lunch or dinner with the people I left behind in the States, or see them at parties, or talk to them in the hallway at work, or run into them on the street, my only options are letters, email and phone calls. Phone calls are impossible because of time zones and cost. No one, apparently, writes letters these days. Email is the greatest thing since sliced bread, but how many people bother?? And I have to admit that I'm guilty, too, even though I ALWAYS answer my emails. I'm not always as good about initiating them though, except with my mom, and lately my brother and sister. It's sad, that's what it is.
I put a lot of work into that damn Christmas letter. I don't think a Christmas card is too much to expect in return.
