Oh! Santa Baby, Episode: 1

Dear Readers,

My Name is Jeniffer Allistar and I live in New York City. "The Big Apple," as some like to refer it. A city of possibilites and endless oppurtunities. Art, Theatre and Music.

I am a writter for a local magazine and aspiring authour, with five different titles underway and absolutely zero published.

Story of my life!

My job and career take up most of my time, but hey I'm not complaining. This is the life and career I dreamt of when I left my small town of.... almost four years ago to attend NYU for english literature.

I've got it all. A good job. Family. Friends. I'm just missing out on someting a little special and this year is going to be the year I find Mr. Right.

I have been so focused on my carrer that I haven't even given the thought of having someone special in my life before.

Until now!

My best friend from college just got engaged to her highschool sweet heart and are planning a Christmas wedding. Her and my mother are super close. I consider her like my sister from another mister, however, with Christmas cheer in the air and wedding fever, my mother seems adamant to poke her nose into my love life. Which, is super surprising and out of character for her because she has always supported me in my career and my life goals.

To be honest a husband and family were the last thing on the list. The plan was to graduate college. Land a job at a magazine. Spend ten-years starting my career all while publishing novels and books. Before I started to even entertain the notion of finding a partner and starting a family.

I am still at the top of my list, but for some strange reason my friends wedding is making my mother think of things like grandchildren, my own wedding, baby showers.

You should see the corporate style proposal my mother emailed me last night at 1 am. With places to mingle with other singles. Holiday blind date hosted events. Apparently a lot of people search for someone to spend the holidays with. It is ridiculous.

Has anyone ever had to deal with an over-bearing mother. I swear if a man were to come to her door with a goat as a dowery, who had a prospective career. My mother would push my protests to the side and the wedding would already be planned, arranged. I can picture it now my mother dragging me down the aisle with some random stranger, with a goat beside him saying the vows and I-do's. Sending me a corporate style emailing me deadlines to produce her grandchildren.

It is utterly embarrassing and down right rude.

Am I right? OR am I right?

Anyways, Ladies and Gentlemen this just in. I have just received an email notification about my attendance to a blind date group at a local coffee bar. Followed by a text message from my dear, dear, sweet over bearing mother that attendance is mandatory and non-negotiable.

Well folks I will have to cut this blog update short as I am going to be dealing with my mother.

Mantra of the day.

To attend or not to attend. I mean I have been entertaining the idea, but its the over bearing mother and outright demands to fall-in-line that have me in over-drive to put the brakes on this whole situation, however, I wouldn't want to disappoint mother dearest.

Blah!

With love from New York City

Jennifer Allistar

Until Next-Time.

Don't forget to leave me some love in the comment section below. I could really use some advice and inspiration. I will see you when I see you.

Ta-Ta For now!

P.S The Christmas Tree is finally up! Yeah, Christmas is officially in the air.

With Love,

Jennifer sighed, as she closed her computer screen and double checked her text message from her mother. Attendance was mandatory and non-negotiable. Was her mother serious?

This was one of those times she seriously wished she had a private island in the middle of no where. So she could escape, sip on mojitos, and bake in the sun. Far away from civilization, work and her mother.

Jennifer had to admit to herself that the life she painted on her blog, was no where near reality. She definitely pretty'd things up, like the fact that this was new for her mother. In all honesty though it wasn't. Her mother hated the career she choose and blamed her father for inspiring an authour instead of a coorporate savy woman, like herself. She poked and pry'd in every aspect of her life.

Normally she never felt the need to talk about her mother, painted her as the cute step-ford home mother who loved her kids and never stopped. Supported them in their everyday life and all their goals. Respected thier wishes. Taught them to love herself and fight for the life she wanted.

Reality though, was that he mother could honestly care-less about what she wanted. She had planned when she was going to have her, so I didn't mess up her perfect little coorporate climbing the ladder plan.

Dad went along with it because he somehow loved her, for some strange reason. That women was insesive and hard-to love. It was probably her drive, commitment and firey like temper that pulled her father in and for some reason he feared losing her more than anything, so he stuck around and their relationship became more of a business agreement than a relationship.

"God Dammit" Jennifer yelled outloud to her empty apartment. Staring at the ceiling Jennifer wished she hadn't finished of the bottle of Christmas flavoured rum dad had sent her last week with a lovely little note that said Your mothers at it again. I think you'll need this more than I will. Be patient with her. She means well.

Jennifer had been naive to say the least. Now she understood what her father was talking about. "Speak of the devil" Jennifer muttered as she noticed her mother calling to confirm she had received her latest email. It wasn't like it was the third one she had sent her in the last two hours. First came the follow-up phone call when she decided to respond, then comes the unannounced and unwanted visit her apartment or place of work depending on the day and time.

Jennifer tossed the phone to the side and grabbed her coat off the coat rack and quickly slipped into her boots. She wasn't in the mood to attempt to indulge her mother and thought it best to escape now before she came over here like a bat out of hell looking for her.

Her game plan was to stop at the liquor store and head to her most favorite place in the world to escape her mother. She would drink and she would forget until the liquor wore off and she had no choice but to face the dragon head on.