November, November...I Wish You'd Go Away And Turn Into February
November 7th 2006 21:45
November has to be my least liked month.
February is my favourite, for obvious reasons - Valentine's Day, and all the romance involved (ie. Hallmark cashing in on cards, love hearts, and chocolate...oh, how I love Valentine's!).
February is also the month I got married (prolonged silence)...
Don't know what this has to do with my favourite month, but it seemed it should go here.
I am sooo kidding. Love you, Husband.
And my birthday's in February.
In fact, our anniversary, Valentine's Day and my birthday are all within a week of each other.
You would think that February would become a glittering, confetti-induced, champagne drinking, presents galore month, but that's not the case. I guess it's a bit like those poor children born on, or near, Christmas. They expect two great present days and end up with just one, and wonder why they feel slightly jibbed each year, and grow up to be materialistic people with high expectations and great disappointments.
February's like that for me. It's supposed to be all pink roses, pink champagne, jewellry for our anniversary, jewellry for Valentine's, and loads of DVD's and romance novels for my birthday.
Yeah, right. What planet am I living on (nobody answer that)?
Instead, I'm lucky to get a card, and a $5 DVD (not that I'm knocking $5 DVD's, since I recently picked up 'The Story Of Us' for $5...bargain!).
But no I love my husband and am truly happy that we've just survived another year of marriage (insert budda-boom noise here to signal a zinger). I don't need anything else.
But I'm getting off track here. Jist of it is - love February, hate November.
Why is that? Why do I dread November?
Psychosomatic, I suppose.
Have a couple of bad things happen in November, over a couple of years, and now I dread the damn month.
And, let me tell you, this November is starting to live up to its...dread.
Some may say because I'm thinking along these lines (ie. you suck, November!) that of course the month will shape itself to my negative expectations. To them I say...
There's a lot going on inside this Romantic Writer, more than just sexy characters and sizzling sex scenes. If I ever went to a psychologist, they could probably retire and buy that 50 foot yacht off all my issues.
And then some.
But I do tend to agree with those 'some' who 'may' say I will shape my month to my dreary expectations.
You manifest your destiny, success books tell you. And I tend to agree.
How I love success books, and how positive focused they are, and how they tell you to grab life by the throat and squeeze out of it your dream house, dream career, dream income, and 2.4 kids, all with a cocktail in one hand, your sparkling pool in the backyard, and your soaring stock portfolio in the other (hand, not backyard).
I love reading these books, but then, at the same time, something niggles at my brain. I guess the niggling is having paid for this book in the first place, which in turn has made this person richer, and made them succeed further, while I'm still here, no cocktail (okay, there's a cocktail), no pool and no idea what a stock portfolio is (but it sure sounds good!).
But that's a whole other story there.
Back to my beloved (not!) November. So far, my non-successful imagings of November are living up to their predictions. The evil web of maliciousness November loves to serve up before Christmas is closing in on me.
I have to pull myself out of its grip, and realise it's only 22 days till December. Then all will be dandy.
I need to think positive, and enjoy all I have...my non-jewellry buying Husband, my beautiful baby girl who is my entire world...and let's not forget my drive-me-crazy (Mum? Finances? Old lady next door that doesn't seem to realise we're in a drought and who waters her greenhouse, lawns, back concrete, anything in backyard vincinity, each and every day?) writing.
I give thanks to all of that, and much, much more.
I just have one thing left to say:
You suck, November.
February is my favourite, for obvious reasons - Valentine's Day, and all the romance involved (ie. Hallmark cashing in on cards, love hearts, and chocolate...oh, how I love Valentine's!).
February is also the month I got married (prolonged silence)...
Don't know what this has to do with my favourite month, but it seemed it should go here.
I am sooo kidding. Love you, Husband.
And my birthday's in February.
In fact, our anniversary, Valentine's Day and my birthday are all within a week of each other.
You would think that February would become a glittering, confetti-induced, champagne drinking, presents galore month, but that's not the case. I guess it's a bit like those poor children born on, or near, Christmas. They expect two great present days and end up with just one, and wonder why they feel slightly jibbed each year, and grow up to be materialistic people with high expectations and great disappointments.
February's like that for me. It's supposed to be all pink roses, pink champagne, jewellry for our anniversary, jewellry for Valentine's, and loads of DVD's and romance novels for my birthday.
Yeah, right. What planet am I living on (nobody answer that)?
Instead, I'm lucky to get a card, and a $5 DVD (not that I'm knocking $5 DVD's, since I recently picked up 'The Story Of Us' for $5...bargain!).
But no I love my husband and am truly happy that we've just survived another year of marriage (insert budda-boom noise here to signal a zinger). I don't need anything else.
But I'm getting off track here. Jist of it is - love February, hate November.
Why is that? Why do I dread November?
Psychosomatic, I suppose.
Have a couple of bad things happen in November, over a couple of years, and now I dread the damn month.
And, let me tell you, this November is starting to live up to its...dread.
Some may say because I'm thinking along these lines (ie. you suck, November!) that of course the month will shape itself to my negative expectations. To them I say...
There's a lot going on inside this Romantic Writer, more than just sexy characters and sizzling sex scenes. If I ever went to a psychologist, they could probably retire and buy that 50 foot yacht off all my issues.
And then some.
But I do tend to agree with those 'some' who 'may' say I will shape my month to my dreary expectations.
You manifest your destiny, success books tell you. And I tend to agree.
How I love success books, and how positive focused they are, and how they tell you to grab life by the throat and squeeze out of it your dream house, dream career, dream income, and 2.4 kids, all with a cocktail in one hand, your sparkling pool in the backyard, and your soaring stock portfolio in the other (hand, not backyard).
I love reading these books, but then, at the same time, something niggles at my brain. I guess the niggling is having paid for this book in the first place, which in turn has made this person richer, and made them succeed further, while I'm still here, no cocktail (okay, there's a cocktail), no pool and no idea what a stock portfolio is (but it sure sounds good!).
But that's a whole other story there.
Back to my beloved (not!) November. So far, my non-successful imagings of November are living up to their predictions. The evil web of maliciousness November loves to serve up before Christmas is closing in on me.
I have to pull myself out of its grip, and realise it's only 22 days till December. Then all will be dandy.
I need to think positive, and enjoy all I have...my non-jewellry buying Husband, my beautiful baby girl who is my entire world...and let's not forget my drive-me-crazy (Mum? Finances? Old lady next door that doesn't seem to realise we're in a drought and who waters her greenhouse, lawns, back concrete, anything in backyard vincinity, each and every day?) writing.
I give thanks to all of that, and much, much more.
I just have one thing left to say:
You suck, November.
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Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
I've started to wonder if it's my expectations that shape the month. So next year, I'm going to be Little Miss Sunshine and be extra postive and see if makes that damned month any better (as you can see, I still have a little bit of work to do on my positivity regarding the month!)
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
To KylieW,
I know, what is it with certain months?
I tried to stay positive this month, and, so far, it hasn't worked! November is still getting me!!
Thanks for reading,
K.L.
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
I refuse to believe that someone as golden as you lets a mere month get you down.
What is November anyway?
Just a prelude to December and ahh...Summer...
I don't have least favourite months but I certainly do have a most favourite...same as yours...
Love the word/name February...it rolls off the tongue like velvet...love it for being the last month of summer and the last month of Northern winter, love it for being all about love and all about hope, love that every 4 years it is a leap ahead of any other month and is the only month that truly has 4 weeks of 7 days any other time, love it because we share a birthmonth.
You have the romantic sense and creative sensibility of a February mermaid.
I'm an Aquanymph.
By the way, I love your colours...I love all shades, hues and tones of pink...um, no maybe not light musk..pink is my Gamma colour.
Think pink K.L.
DuskDevi
Comment by K.L.Almeroth
To DuskDevi,
You are the true word magician on this site...I love how dreamy and lovely you are!
Kind of like myself! Well, I'm dreamy, at least (soo not coming out the right way; not as in McDreamy and hot, but dreamy and off with the fairies).
Must be February that does it!
Yes, I love the word myself. Would love to call another daughter that name. Is beautiful.
Think pink has been my mantra my whole life...suddenly we're Pink Sisters!
K.L.
Comment by K.L.Almeroth
To DuskDevi,
You are the true word magician on this site...I love how dreamy and lovely you are!
Kind of like myself! Well, I'm dreamy, at least (soo not coming out the right way; not as in McDreamy and hot, but dreamy and off with the fairies).
Must be February that does it!
Yes, I love the word myself. Would love to call another daughter that name. Is beautiful.
Think pink has been my mantra my whole life...suddenly we're Pink Sisters!
K.L.
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
I appreciate, admire and enjoy the beauty of other women (in a hetero my-God-men-are-lucky-to-have-us kind of way) so I think that yes you may be DayDream believer dreamy but you're also McDreamy.
...all that Rapunzel hair...and you just give off such a lovely voluptuous (metaphorically speaking) sweet and spicy vibe...
I was going to delete the above because well, it all starts to sound a bit...hmmm...suggestive.
I am not trying to -
a) pick you up
b) flatter you
c) be the Don Juanita of Orble
d) be Homer Joyce
Obviously, I haven't deleted it.
I just figure if a woman cannot tell another woman how glorious, beautiful, etc the other woman is, without it being seen as anything other than high regard ...well...that's sad you know?
So convention be damned. I call a spade a spade. Occasionally I call it a trowel, a shovel, a digging tool, a scoop...
I haven't asked just in case you're not comfortable telling (this being the world wide web and all)...and please don't answer if you don't want to... what's your daughter's name?
And...November is an interesting month for you K.L. click on this...GammaPiscean
Think Pink.
DuskDevi
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
To DuskDevi,
I love the mystical magic that is you! And I looove all these compliments....they're going straight to my (big) head.
But, no, I don't think you're hitting on me. I think you're just a beautiful, lovely person!
My daughter's name is Cherry...middle name Champagne!!
Seriously, it is. I'm not kidding here. People just don't tend to believe me when I tell them, or they think I'm mentally challanged (which, you never know, I may be).
No, my problem is I'm stuck in this eternally pink, romantic world. Now I've passed it on to my daughter.
But she is sooo Cherry. That is her name all over.
And if she hates her middle name when she's school age, we just won't enroll her under that.
The last thing I want is for her to be ashamed of her name when she's older. I want her to love it.
Gonna go check out the Gamma site.
K.L.
P.S. Only a truly beautiful person, inside and out, could pass such unselfish compliments onto another human being. You are truly lovely and magical, DuskDevi!
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
DuskDevi,
I love that site!!
Thanks for bringing that into my world!
K.L.
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
Cherry Champagne. That's beautiful.
I really really hope your daughter loves her name...they do get a bit funny around teen years (been there, still doing that!...my 16yodaughter hates pink but she loved it when she was younger...).
It's a very special name K.L. It just flows...like good champagne does! I'm sure Cherry will love her name and know that she was named because she is loved.
Thank you for telling me. I wanted to know because you look at her with such an incredible force of love in your tag photo and I've tried to imagine what you're saying to her.
I've put a link here...thinking pink... if more people embraced pink and it's many shades, we'd be a lovelier world.
Aww thanks K.L.
I don't know if I'm lovely or magical... As I wrote elsewhere, I decided long ago that I would never hold back positively expressing how I feel about another human.
If I feel the need to tell someone how extraordinary I feel and believe them to be, then it shall be said.
I'm chuffed you like the Gamma site!!
You are very much a GammaWoman.
DuskDevi
Comment by bumpkin
Surviving Rural Life
Living Rural
Love your writing. Glad you have some sympathy for the December birthdays. Yes Dec 24th is my day, then there's Christmas of course and bad organization wedding anniversay 5th Jan. Then a drought all year!!!
Mind you I usually end up buying most of my own "presents" - and just say to the loved one - that's my Birthday/Christmas present - it soothes the conscience a bit - but doesn't do much if it's in the middle of July when I buy it! You see we are usually harvesting or some other drastic farm work at Christmas so "he" hasn't got time or opportunity to shop properly anyway - that's his excuse. And then I have two grown up boys that I wouldn't swap for the world but they aren't very original with pressies anyway. But at least I see them on my birthday as they are with us for Christmas so that's a bonus. Re. the Positive books - if you have to read them - just borrow them from the library and then you won't feel guilty when you don't feel as positive every time you look at it.
My best and worse month is May - if it has rained its fabulous if it hasn't it's hell. Maybe that's what is wrong with November for you - the weather is heating up and you have 5 months of finding things to do in the shade -probably wrong there - but I can see you curled up by the winter fire quite happily and guilt free - that is if you live in Australia.
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
To DuskDevi,
Thanks for your sweet words.
Yes, I love my baby to bits...sometimes I think I'll drown in the agony of how much I love her. She is my everything.
Funniest story (or not so funny, just sad!) was when I decided, for financial reasons, to go back to work full-time, and put Cherry in childcare. She was about 14 months old at the time.
I lasted 3 days.
In those 3 days, I was a wreck. I was crying as I dropped her off, crying when I picked her up, and crying all night at the overwhelming guilt of leaving her at a childcare centre.
The staff were amazed, and thought I was some sort of a freak. They told me they have never seen a mother in such knots over leaving their baby at daycare.
I'm still traumatized over the whole experience! I must let it go at some stage!
So I gave up the job, and stay home with her, cause I couldn't have it any other way!
Don't know what I was saying to her in the photo...it was taken at my sister's wedding this year, and I was so impressed at what a good girl she was for the whole thing.
I'm gonna go check out the pink site you left for me!
If more people were like you, DuskDevi, the world would be a beautiful place! (Or more beautiful, at least!).
K.L.
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
To Bumpkin,
Glad to hear from you again!
I truly sympathise with you being born on the 24th of December!
It must be magical, too, though. Is it?
Yes, I live in Australia, and curled up by the fire sounds heavenly. That's exactly what I'd be doing in May (if I had a fire! I call all heaters fires though, so I guess I do have one, in a sense!).
Your farm life sounds utterly fascinating, and hard, as well. You must love it, though? I can only imagine what's its like. You sound busy!
Thanks for your comments, and for reading my stuff.
K.L.
Comment by bumpkin
Surviving Rural Life
Living Rural
Thanks for replying. Yes there is always something to find to do on the farm if you look. Like you, I occasionally turn a blind eye and write. Whether it is successful - financially or not - time will tell.
Just thought I'd ask you - have you heard from the publishers yet? Don't answer if you don't want to - it's a rather sensitive question! I started looking at list of publishers yesterday - so I must be getting a little closer to letting go of my "baby". Don't hold your breath......! Hope things go well for you because you write so well. B
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
Hi B,
No, still no word from the publishers! Actually sent it to two different publishing houses, and an agent....like 3 months ago!!
It's all a horrible waiting game, isn't it??
I'm glad you find some time to write, in your busy farm life! And I'm so excited for you, looking at publishing houses! You'll get there. You can't give up (look who's talking!!).
Thanks for asking me, and taking an interest in my writing...and your lovely comments!
K.L.