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shine

…and so begins my favorite week of the year!

Despite any misgivings I have about Christmas, this week is always so full of festivities and love and mistletoe I can’t help but smile about it.

Scroogey

it was kicked off by the obligatory ugly sweater party

excluding mine, of course, because it is exquisite.

Here’s how the week looks

Friday the 24th -Christmas Eve for most, but we are doing our Christmas celebration with my grandparents, dinner, presents, etc.. because my dad and step mom will be leaving town on the real day.

Saturday the 25th- I will have birthday cake and breakfast at home, then head into town and have Christmas dinner (again) with Jen’s family

Sunday the 26th- I will be 19!! Not sure what this entails, except being older and wiser but I think I can figure something out ;)

Monday the 27th through the 29th (or thirtieth) My girls (Kim and Jen) and I leave for Pagosa to hang with my mom. Skiing, hotsprings, and snuggling will be featured profusely, don’t fear.

30th-31stish Moving into my new house, perhaps. Maybe just hanging out and NEW YEARS!

As of now, I had the obligatory shopping excursion in which I deftly avoided the mall choosing to support local businesses instead

that done, all that was left was my least favorite elf activity..

Wrapping. Blech. I just dont have the patience for it.

To say that I am a fan of the giftbag would be an understatement. I would willing to wrap my life up in a giftbag with a giant sparkly bow. I did manage to wrap a few things in the end though, somehow.

I have a gift for the art of wrapping, clearly ;)

Now the cookies are baking, the presents have been given, and the wine is being consumed.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

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jingle

A fair amount of things make me uncomfortable.

It comes with the territory of being a socially awkward human being I suppose. I highly dislike talking on the phone, being in the vicinity of a needle, being in pictures, and eating mayonnaise.All of which is relatively normal, in my opinion, but I think what makes me most uncomfortable is taking complements and or gifts.

I’m not sure why, but when someone says something nice about me or does something nice for me I just feel really uncomfortable. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the giver’s generosity, but for some reason I just don’t feel like I deserve it and I just feel guilty that someone would do something for me.

Maybe this is why I don’t like Christmas as much as other holidays.

“WHAT?!” you might be thinking in a concerned tone right about now, “How could someone NOT like CHRISTMAS?!”

all horrors aside, I really do have some logical reasoning behind my semi-grudge against Christmas.

‘Tis the season to be overrated.

1) It excuses supreme tackiness. I mean, honestly reindeer horns on your car.

Seriously? Excuse me while I puke a little.

2) People begin to equate their affection for one another with material items. At Thanksgiving people only give each other company and thanks–over food–what more do you need?

3) Petty arguments involving religion are annoying and more predominant around the holidays. Kind of ironic to say the least, but even that doesn’t make it acceptable.

The funny thing to me is that the people who tend to take the ‘religious’ stance on the issue seem to think that participating in the capitalist enterprise that is America, spoiling their kids with goodies from Toys R US and cartoons, somehow celebrates Jesus’ birth? It is just ludicrous to me.

CLick this for more on that. Can’t we just all get along?

4) My neighbors put up THE most annoyingly garish display of lights that shines directly into my window and makes it seem like daylight at three in the morning.

I like lights and all, but is a ten foot star hanging off your balcony really necessary? Obviously they don’t mind because they don’t have to look at it. Or the field of bushes covered in lights either.

5) I just really hate Christmas music. Not all of it, but the majority definately and you cannot escape it anywhere you go. It’s on in coffee shops, the mall, the radio, your house, it’s like a musical stalker.

If I hear jingle bells one more time, I will punch an elf.

6) Tsk, Tsk Target. You are an enabler. Now, you can pay 349.99 for a lovely seven and a half foot spiky grape to represent the holiday!

Not hip enough for you? No worries, Target has got you covered.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder, this happened:

8) I do enjoy Christmas day, and ultimately I do enjoy everything that goes along with it but it just seems a little silly for adults without children to partake in it. We all spend so much money buying each other gifts…wouldn’t it make more sense to not do that, take that money, and buy whatever we want for ourselves and then spend the day with family and friends?

 

I rest my case.

Besides, we all know the day after is the best anyways ;)

alien

It’s beginning to look a lot like…September really but seeing as we are at t-minus 11 days, 18 hours, and 19 mins until Santa slips down the world’s chimneys we can just go ahead and finish the above sentence with the anticipated answer.

This time calls for gift crafting, tea drinking, and christmas picture taking. How many takes before we find one where we all look normal? Only time will tell, quite possibly never.

I could literally win an award for awkward picture taking. Someone whips out a camera, I become a stiff alien unable to smile. It is a terrible condition.

BLAH, okay.


most boring  family ever


fake smiles..we really don’t want to be doing this.

theeere we go. i realize it is blurry, but it’s not in the real version.

It should come as no surprise that August is the centerpiece of the photo. He wasn’t all that photogenic on this particular night..

hahahahah this gets me everytime. I think this is what I was laughing at in the final photo that we chose.

And his penis is front and center so that is inappropriate for the front of a calendar. I still love him though, god help me.

project

Well there is some bad news, some good news, and some cookie news!

Without a doubt cookies get their own category.

Good News:

  • I managed to sever the bond the couch had made with my ass.
  • I had a great hour at the gym
  • I know what I am doing for everyone for X-Mas! I will need some help for a few of them so I’ll let you all know soon ;)

Bad News:

  • Lowes is out of baby cactuses
  • I did not get anything else done that I wanted to today
  • I set out to buy x-mas presents, but instead bought 26 dollars worth of baking supplies for..

Cookies News!

I used THIS RECIPE. best. cookie. ever.

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more good news

  • i did not eat my weight in cookies and only feel minimally sick to my stomach. My strategy? I countered any cookie consumption with equal fruit and tea

Can you spot the cookie?

  • Also, there was only one isolated crumble incident..

Don’t fret–I took care of that ;)

A bit more of bad news

MOM CLOSE YOUR EYES

  • the room remains a disaster zone to be tackled at a later date. tomorrow possibly…probably not though.

AH out of control!!!

In the forecast for tomorrow

1) more baking–for lobo holiday party

2) cycling class possibly

3) room cleaning..maybe

4) work..maybe

5) make secret santa present!

6) holiday party

7) staying fly

invasive

There comes a time when a mind needs a good, old fashioned untangling. When it has been twisted and warped into an unrecognizable jumble it becomes the owner’s responsibility to take the time to unravel the disorder.

A four hour car ride can be an ideal time for such an activity, and I had two this holiday weekend so I took advantage of that.

I have this tendency to consider myself different than the rest of the population. I think we all do this to an extent but this weekend I had several epiphanies regarding life. WHOA I know, that is quite a statement. It actually sounds pompous to me but I can’t really think of a better way to put it–Let me rewind a little bit.

Usually for Thanksgiving my family treks to Texas but this year we kicked it in Pagosa (Colorado) where we have a house. We stuffed ourselves silly, as is protocol, and the next day burned some stuffing off at Wolf Creek.

It was our first day of this ski season–really late I know but it’s been a busy year!– so we took it easy.

I donned some attractive gear

MMMM lumpy hahah can you tell where my tucked in shirts cut off? ;) It was an absolutely PERFECT day though

The rest of the weekend was equally enjoyable: no computer, lots of good food, soaking in the hot springs…you get the picture.

The funny thing about relaxing to that extent is that you are stuck with your own thoughts. As I have likely mentioned before, I try to not think too much generally. I am a chronic over-analyzer and that is a recipe for disaster so I try to keep myself busy at all times. That was probably the biggest problem with Sweden–I had too much free time to think about things that are not healthy to think about so deeply.

My mom and I left on Saturday afternoon so I could make it back for Whitley, Emily and Katelyn’s birthday and see people that came home for the holidays before they left.

So we said so long to our little house (and cleared our sinuses hahah)

changed into hideous–yet comfortable–attire. This is becoming a habit I fear.

packed the essential snacks

and we were off! I popped in the handy ipod to a recently created playlist.

 

WARNING–it gets ridiculously personal here so feel free to skip through

This is where we get back to what I was talking about earlier in the post. I try not to be too personal on this thing because I am, believe it or not, a freakishly private person. I don’t like complaining or crying in front of people, not even my best friend sometimes. I kind of consider being sad a weakness, I guess it comes from my parents in a weird way–not that they did it intentionally but they always taught me that you just deal with whatever life throws at you.

You literally get one day to feel sorry for yourself and then you are back to your life. in some circumstances this is extremely helpful, but in my current one..not so much.

Basically, this mindset led me to I try to head off anything I would feel about breaking up with someone, okay any of you who know me know who it is haha but ill let them remain nameless anyways. I cut my emotions off completely, because that is the practical thing to do, and I left to DC..and then Sweden.

Turns out, running away doesn’t make it go away. Just because you refuse to acknowledge things doesn’t mean they didn’t happen. And that really, really sucks.

Really.

One good thing about being sad though is it provides an excuse to create a playlist of cheesy hate/love songs which makes you feel like someone understands exactly what you are going through. And some songs really hit the nail on the head though I am ashamed that I even have them on my itunes..(Kiss and Tell by Kesha anyone? hahaha and Take a Bow Rhianna? i know they are stupid, but they are seriously helpful)

So when I put my ipod  on shuffle to jam I came across some of these songs and I realized two things.

First- They don’t call it heartbreak because it is fun.

Second- I blame myself for too much, and I’m done with it.

I don’t know how it happened, but everyone has been telling me for months that I haven’t done anything wrong but I continued to blame myself for everything. I realize now that I am consistently WAY too hard on myself and in some situations there is a right and a wrong and that I should not automatically put myself in the wrong just because it is easier to deal with that way.

If it is my fault then I have the power to make it go away.

When I look at my situation objectively, it is so clear. If one of my friends was basically cheated on and lied to over a long period of time, if one of my friends sat around all last year waiting for their boy to call only to be told it was an ‘obligation’ to talk to them, if one of my friends went out of their way to do nice things for their boyfriends without EVER getting a thank you much less a reciprocation, if one of my friends said things that hurt were forgiven and studpideven when they weren’t just to avoid fights, I would tell them that they deserved better.

I would say that anyone who is lied deserves to be mad, even if perpetrator is ‘sorry’. Sometimes being mad involves not wanting to see the liar, sometimes being mad involves dating other people, and neither of those things are things to be sorry about.

So I’m not. I have done nothing wrong. And I am done apologizing for being mad.

Alright. I’m done I swear hahah I just had to get some things sorted out in my brain and writing is the easiest way to do so.

I have admitted that I am not as strong as I thought but I am working on it. At least I have my family and friends to help me through it. I really needed to come home and I am unbelieveably grateful to have everyone that I do.

And best of all I can have kallie-mom date nights in watching Notting Hill and eating Il Vicino.