Thankful (ergh...)

Will and I had a discussion about holidays tonight that's interesting. He told me a looooooong time ago that he isn't a very "I-love-the-holidays" kind of person. In fact, I think he just tolerates them. Tonight he repeated that.

We'd been talking about when to leave Auburn, since my mom has to be back at work on Monday morning bright and early after the weekend. He has no problem with leaving at a decent time, but he also told me he just wants Thanksgiving to be over. And also that part of him doesn't really want to go to Michigan for Christmas. He doesn't like holidays because something always goes wrong (i.e. "someone gets pissed off" is what he said). But luckily, he's not backing out of either one.
Thankfully, some of this will only happen once (like the Michigan visit, since it's my aunt's turn to host our family's traditional Polish Christmas).

'Cause right now it's making me feel like Bah Humbug, and I usually love the holidays. Between last night and this morning, Will asked me if I am excited to go to Auburn. I said no. I'm sure it'll change once I get back from work tonight, and we start packing. And probably get better as we're driving up Wednesday.

Right now, though, makes me think there are just some traditions that should be "the two of us" stuff.

Celebration switcheroo

Okay, so switching holidays isn't new. Will and I kinda knew we'd go between families when we got engaged. This year we're heading to Auburn to spend Thanksgiving with his family. (Christmas '09 will be in Michigan with my fam, since my aunt is hosting our family's annual Christmas Eve party.)

Anyway...I'm really excited about Turkey Day 'cause I love Will's fam, and this year my mom's tagging along. Since she and my dad got divorced and Will and I have been in Alabama at Christmas, Mom spent 2 years of holidays alone. Marme invited her to Thanksgiving when they got to talking at the wedding....and Mom has never been to Auburn. \m/

Of course all this means my dad doesn't do much with me and Will holiday-wise. At least, it's nothing *traditional*. He gives us gifts, but spends holidays with his girlfriend and her son. Sometimes I get the impression that his life with her and the kid isn't all awesome....and it makes me even more thankful that I love both my families.

This holiday season should be a good one :-)

Wife chop

That's what one of my friends calls getting a haircut after you get married. And my stylist Teresa--says lots of brides she deals with, come in for cuts after their weddings. (I know, stylist sounds kinda snobby, but I hate using the word "hairdresser". It's sounds so much like I'm 85....)

Anyway, I changed my Blogger pic to the one I took right after I left the salon. I did a little research and ended up choosing a bob-type style, modeled after Kelly Clarkson's:



I got it cut on Halloween, and I really, really like it! I used to want to keep my long hair forever, but somewhere along the line, it started driving me crazy. Really, really crazy, as in I couldn't do anything with it except a ponytail. That usually made me look twelve, so I decided on a change. And now the real reason for this post...

...Will was afraid of my haircut at first. Just the idea of me cutting it. And typing that just now made me have a giggle fit! He told me I couldn't do it, so I ignored him and started researching anyway (a month ago). Lo and behold, when I reminded him I was changing my hair, he was less skittish. He actually liked it when I came home. Still does.

Or at least, he's less afraid. I think he was imagining me looking like my mom (who has shorter hair than this). Now that I don't, he's probably relieved. Or maybe he was just freaked out because I made the appointment for Halloween....