I’m kinda feeling a little melancholy as I sit here writing and addressing my Christmas cards. The fireplace is crackling and filling the room with warmth and the smell of freshly split pine. Jingle Bell Rock and other Christmas tunes fill the house with the proper sounds to keep me in the spirit of the season. My four little doggies are slumbering at my feet with visions of rawhide bones dancing in their little Pekingese noggin. The aroma of freshly baked cookies is coming from the kitchen… well ok, I lied. Not so much on the cookie smell, since I don’t bake and there is actually no yummo freshly baked cookie smell in the house. But the rest of the sights and smells have me in this very melancholy mood.
Before I named my post Melancholy, I decided to makes sure I was using the word correctly. It appears I have a large following of school teachers who are keeping me on a very short leash grammatically. I should be offended, but I’m not. I know they just want me to look my best on my blog. Although I must admit that sometimes when I get an email from them correcting me, I do feel like I’ve been sent to the principal’s office – just sayin’.
So I looked it up at dictionary.com and this is their definition of melancholy:
Ewww…OK, not sure what the color of my bile has to do with feeling a little depressed — but I will just roll with it because, well, because I’m feeling melancholy. See how this melancholy thingy works? Oops… the teachers don’t like me using the word thingy — Sorry. My bad.
So we’re down to the last couple of weeks of 2010 and I always hate to see the year end because I know there are always things I wanted to do but just never got around to it.
On the other hand I had some tremendous things present themselves to me this year giving me opportunities that I could have never dreamed of happening. When I was sharing this with my manager Mr. Brick’s yesterday he said, “I know what you mean Ava.” Mr. Bricks went on to say, “In my wildest dreams I never could have imagined that McDonald’s would bring back the McRib. It just made me giddy as a young school girl?”
Ok that is just scary to me that a grown man can get giddy as a school girl over a fake processed pork sandwich. There’s something just a tick off with him. Mr. Brick’s is not right in the head I tell you.
Although I didn’t start writing this little blog until October, I’m still feeling melancholy about it because just like with my song writing, I started writing it as a way of expressing myself — and now I will soon be writing my 75th blog post.
I can reflect fondly over all of the blog stories about my obsession with sneakers, my Greek heritage, Mr. Brick’s obsession with McDonald’s, my non stop working out, eating healthy, daily 5 mile runs (weather permitting), my acting auditions, my love of Greek diner food, my Cd’s sales, The Tea Party Patriots, Punkin, BoBo, Pookie and Itty Bitty, The Kardashians sisters, the pitfalls of living in New York and all of the day-to-day muckery in my life. I know its all good because it allows everyone to log on and read what-a- reality-show-waiting-to-happen my life really is.
So I’m going to spend a little more time sittting here in my melanchony mood and just smile. I realize I am truly a blessed Greek girl and God is an awesome God!