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One Year, I’ll Do Christmas Right

Every year I think to myself “This is going to be the year that I finish my Christmas shopping on time!”  I have visions of spending Christmas Eve sipping hot cocoa and listening to Mannheim Steamrollers instead of fighting with my brother over the communal wrapping paper. I have visions of not spending twenty minutes in line at the post office.  Of not visiting the grocery store on a daily basis because I get swept up in the holiday frenzy and always forget to purchase at least two items from my holiday baking list. (Actually I lie.  I don’t even have a list.) I think, “Wouldn’t it be nice to not pay extra for last minute shipping?” Wouldn’t it be nice to… you know… relax over the holidays? Sadly this year was not the year.  I spent all morning on Amazon—Amazon of all places!—because I realized that Christmas is six days away and I still hadn’t gotten anything for my brother even though he sent me a list several weeks ago and I entered everything …

Picture Perfect… Almost

As fate would have it, I did in fact wish The Wedding Date “Happy Birthday” instead of “Merry Christmas.”  It’s not that I don’t know the different between “Feliz Navidad” and “Feliz Cumpleaños”—I do— it’s just that I was in a rush and I always write “Happy Birthday” in Spanish on Facebook so when I start to write “Feliz” the word “Cumpleaños” just follows automatically. The best part is that his entire family spent the holiday at his place, which means everyone saw the card, including his Spanish-speaking parents. Awesome. At any rate, Santa was very good to me this year and he brought the entire Richter clan matching hats, gloves and socks.  Naturally, we decided to do a photo shoot: See you tomorrow!  And yes: the dating talk will resume first thing Tuesday morning. Related articles Feliz Something-Or-Other (katrichterwrites.wordpress.com) Feliz Navidad! (laaventuraproject.com) Feliz Navidad!… with jet lag (melanieenespana.wordpress.com)

Feliz Something-Or-Other

It’s funny what a difference a year can make.  This time last year, I was smashing candy canes with a vengeance for my annual foray into holiday-chocolate making because I was so frustrated by Date #17 and his workaholic tendencies.  This year, however, there was very little to be angry about—not with The Wedding Date sitting across from me at the kitchen counter asking “How can I help?” It’s Christmas Eve and for the first time in a very long time, I won’t be spending the evening feeling sorry for myself.  True, I’ve recently undergone my annual holiday break up (it wouldn’t be Christmas if I wasn’t breaking up with someone) but I’ll be seeing The Wedding Date in exactly one week and between now and then, I have FIVE WHOLE DAYS off.  It’s a Christmas miracle. Speaking of Christmas miracles, my presents are all wrapped and ready to go.  I am hours ahead of schedule.  Usually I wait until the last minute and by then, Landlord and Chauffer have used up all the good …

All I Want For Christmas is Someone to Use My Shower Gel

Remember last year when Landlord gave me this for Christmas? Maybe not, so I’ll refresh your memory with a quick blurb from last year’s post on the subject: For Christmas I received, amongst other things, the Bath and Body Works 2010 V.I.P. Bag.  It contained (also amongst other things) a bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel.  “Great!” I thought.  “The next time I have a man over to spend the night, I can present him with his very own bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel!”  (I will lure him in with my new Secret Wonderland Fragrance Mist and he’ll be so impressed by my coordinated His and Hers shower gels that he’ll drop to his knees and propose on the spot—either that or he’ll wonder just how many men have helped themselves to a dollop of my Twilight Woods and will flee the scene. Well, to those of you who’ve been following the progress of my Great Date Experiment, it will come as little surprise that my Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel has …

Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?

Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending the entire weekend together, this is kind of a big deal).  Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be tempted to smash my cell phone against the wall and swear off men all together but I’ve got bigger fish to fry. It all began around noon yesterday.  I was at The School (where I teach creative movement five mornings a week) carrying props from the dance studio down to the auditorium to get ready for our end-of-the-year concert when my boss calls me over to her desk. Now I should pause briefly to explain that there are in fact two schools under my boss’s jurisdiction.  She rarely visits our branch, as it’s the smaller of the two, but every once in a while she’ll stop by to make sure we haven’t descended into total anarchy. I should also explain that the creative movement teacher at the other branch has been there since …

PSM#2, Part 2

After my first date with PSM#2, I found myself looking forward to our second meeting with entirely too much enthusiasm.  My brief dalliance with Date #4 taught me that the more you look forward to seeing someone, the more they’re going to disappoint you.  Time spent preparing for a date is inversely proportional to the enjoyment of said date and enthusiasm, therefore, ought to be avoided. But I couldn’t help it. Having spent the weekend witnessing the romantic interludes of my recently and not-so-recently coupled friends, I found myself thinking, “Well, Self, it would be nice to have a boyfriend again, wouldn’t it?”  I’ve been single for over a year now and although I’ve been enjoying my Great Date Experiment, there’s something to be said for drowsy afternoons spent canoodling with a member of the opposite sex. I thought I might reach this point with PSM#1, seeing as texted me on Christmas, accompanied me to Black Swan and subjected himself to an entire evening of my lackluster ice skating prowess… but he failed in a …

My Third Date with PSM#1

For Christmas I received, amongst other things, the Bath and Body Works 2010 V.I.P. Bag.  It contained (also amongst other things) a bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel.  “Great!” I thought.  “The next time I have a man over to spend the night, I can present him with his very own bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel!”  (I will lure him in with my new Secret Wonderland Fragrance Mist and he’ll be so impressed by my coordinated His and Hers shower gels that he’ll drop to his knees and propose on the spot—either that or he’ll wonder just how many men have helped themselves to a dollop of my Twilight Woods and will flee the scene.  I will keep you posted.) Speaking of keeping you posted (like that segue there?) I’ve been remiss in my duties.  To date I have been on not one, not two, but three dates with PSM#1.  He even deigned to enter the Chocolate Lounge at Continental last week where my all-female co-workers and I were taking full advantage …

Christmas Day at Casa Richter

About halfway into our appetizers at Ikko Hibachi Restaurant on Christmas Day, my grandmother asks, “So Katrina, do you have any special men in your life?”  Because it’s Christmas, I decide to spare her the truth; she nearly had a heart attack three Easters ago when I informed her I was dating a Jew. The afternoon follows its usual course: my brother produces a tote bag from beneath the table and proceeds to fix himself a margarita (just as he has every year for the past three years in a row).  My grandmother acts as though she’s never seen a margarita before and begs him to make her one too (just as she has every year for the past three years in a row).  My dad talks to my grandfather about cars and I ask my grandmother the same question I’ve asked her ever since my grandfather and she “rescued” two feral kittens from the stream behind their house: “How are the cats?” “Susie and Maggie are doing fine, thank you,” she says. “Didn’t you …