Saturday, December 31, 2011

Silence is Golden

I've been called out by my lovelies that my blog has fallen silent. True, with my winter vacation and visit with the family I should be full of both time and hilarious stories. So here the scoop: I don't have Internet at home and I'm relishing my late mornings and adorable bed head!


Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve

In Houston with the family snuggling cats with the mum and imbibing with the dad (and mum, too). Tonight we open presents after a family Christmas dinner. Now that the day has arrived, I'm in better spirits than when I was just anticipating the holidays. My current holiday theme can be best described by Sir George Michael:

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Ring, a Ding, Ding

I'm officially off of work for the holidays and am now easing into vacation mode. This season I'll be making a tour of Texas's finest: Austin, Dallas, and Houston. Family, friends, and basketball are the highlights. I've had a strange holiday season so far with lots of sadness and emotion immediately followed by good cheer and excitement. Currently, I'm in great spirits and very excited about the time off of work with the people I love.

The thing about Christmas I'm most excited about it the NBA season opener on Christmas day. The Dallas Maverick's will be hanging the championship banner!! I'm so excited to watch. I've been a Mavs fan since 2000 and have waited and watched my boys play amazing basketball for 11 years hoping to see some championship rings on their fingers. It's a great Christmas gift and makes me completely forget about the season starting late due to strikes. I'm a Dirk girl all the way and even have a small line marked on my kitchen wall 7 feet from the floor just so I can daydream about kissing my unfrozen caveman basketball player boyfriend.

Dirk Nowitski

Of course, I'm also excited about seeing my dad, mum, father, step-mother, sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephew. My nephew, Stephen, loves cooking and baking and I've gotten him a set of cookie cutters shaped like tools as a gift. I should probably feel bad about not getting a present for sweet Audrey Ella, but since this is her first Christmas she won't even remember that her aunt is a cheapskate.

The gift giving started early this afternoon and I had a Tiffany's moment. What's a Tiffany's moment, you ask? It's what happens when this girl sees that blue box: goosebumps, squealing, air humping, fist pumping, and eeeeeeps galore. Gina witnessed it first hand as I opened Emily J.'s gift; a beautiful silver bracelet to match my 'Karen' necklace and the bracelet that she has that I adore. It's so dainty and beautiful and suits my jewelery style perfectly. It certainly makes my pickled green beans pale in comparison. I think I'll have to take her out on a Parkside champagne and oyster date after the New Year. Thanks, Emily. I love the bracelet as much as I love you!

In more gift news, yesterday I was called the best Hanukkah present ever, and I like the way that sounds. I still have my crush on my little Jewish boy, Eric, so we'll just play it by ear from here on out.

Dear friends, please keep the positive energy flowing for Aaron and his beautiful girlfriend, Alison. He will begin chemotherapy tomorrow (Bah Humbug!), which is such a scary thing to think about. He's one of the most positive people I know and has always been optimistic in the face of medical adversity. I'm not a religious person, so 'keep him in your prayers' doesn't seem fitting, but please keep him in your thoughts. I know he, and all of us who love him, will get through this, but it's just so difficult to think about. It isn't fair that these things happen.

I hope you all enjoy your holidays and I'm really looking forward to what the new year brings us all.


Monday, December 19, 2011

A Bit of Heart

I love Jacqueline Susann. I know she was a hot mess, but she was a success; pure, simple, and true to herself throughout the entire journey. I'm not sure if I'd call her a role model, but I definitely find her inspirational. That being said, my favorite Jackie story comes from the Barbara Seaman biography, Lovely Me. Ethel Merman is quoted as saying, and I paraphrase, that when Jackie loved you, by God, you knew it! She also adds that when you crossed her you would never forget it. I'd like to hope that when I'm gone I leave my friends with a similar feeling. If I love you, you know it. And if you cross me, while I'm probably one of the easiest people in the world to apologize to, if I can't forgive you, you will certainly lose the benefits of being a part of my heart.

That story makes me think of all the years I've been friends with Alison; since high school. She is one of my oldest friends and I truly feel like I understand her as well as she understands herself. Furthermore, I feel like that closeness is returned and that she understands me as well as I understand my own self. There's no want for honesty in our relationship; perhaps trepidation at times, but no want for honesty. And, while we've had our fair share of ups, downs, ins, and outs, the bottom line is I feel more comfortable telling her that I love her than anybody else in my life. I use Alison as an example here, because we both have been upset and hurt by each other in the 10+ years we've been friends, but regardless of how long our standoff might last, we always make up through sincerity. She tells me 'how it is' and I return the favor. This is the same relationship I have with all of my dear girlfriends. I cherish it!

I present my feelings about Alison not only because I find that they are the most simplistic to describe, but because the last two weeks have been very hard on me and she has spotted that landscape of pain with pretty little daisies. I feel like I need to write about my two week cry-a-thon in order to move on...

For ease of description, I give you a list of the things that have been tugging at my emotions lately:

  • I'm having a ridiculous time accepting the fact that I will be turning 30. I know it doesn't change any of the wonderful things about my life, yet I still feel like turning 30 will be tantamount to hitting life's dead end. I've recently adopted a terrible outlook on aging and I desperately wish I could be young, thin, and beautiful again... but with the knowledge I currently have. Wishing for the impossible is sure to hurt your resolve.
  • Romantic comedies exploit the holiday season as a rough one for the single. I've never felt like it was a realistic notion, yet I am depressed about being single this time of year. Last Christmas goes down in my memory as one of my favorites and I fear this one will make me sad in comparison. I keep telling myself that I don't have any other option for Christmas except visiting my family and that is why I should feel sad. I love my family and am excited about spending time with all of them, but keep reflecting on the things that cause me emotional stress instead of celebrating paid time off work! Last Christmas I met my ex's parents for the first time and fell in love with them. We had a dinner with a house full of friends and it was reflective of the life I want for myself. It was just a moment in time and I remember how great I felt inside while forgetting that majority of the memories in that relationship made me unhappy. I'm falling into line with Hollywood's plan to make me sad for being single when I should be eager about kissing strangers under mistletoe.
  • I've gained 10 pounds since Thanksgiving and this really, really upsets me.
  • I was surprisingly upset by Greg's friend's suicide in Oakland last week. It brings up so many emotions on death, fear of leaving unsettled business, unaccomplished goals, fear of aging, and it forces me to look at my own unhappiness and wonder about why people kill themselves. 
  • I recently had the most exciting crush I've experienced in the last year and while our tryst didn't last very long, it brought out a lot of old emotions from the last time I ended a relationship.
  • I feel like I was uninvited to a friend's birthday party that I had been looking forward to and participating in the planning of for several months. I can't resolve my emotions on whether I feel hurt, jerked around, or if I should move on and just blame myself for not being open and honest enough. I never feel left out and pride myself on that social maturity, but... once again it is another thing that brings up sore emotions from my last relationship.
  • One of my friends, who happens to be my medical inspiration, is going through some very serious and intense medical things right now. Actually, two of my friends will be going through some big deal shit in the coming months. One is chartered territory and I'm confident everything will go smoothly, but it's just a crappy and unfortunate situation. The other, has always been so inspiring with his strength. We share diseases in the same family, yet he has such grace under fire where as I frequently get frustrated, vent to friends, and have some days where I feel weak and self-loathing. It's upsetting to me, but I know if anybody can get through it, he can.
  • Half of my comedy troupe, Vest Friends, are living in Dallas. I'm so excited for Jamie and Audra to be advancing their lives in positive directions. It's even more exciting that they are both able to do it together. I'm jealous. I still feel upset about not getting my dream job in Philadelphia and, even though I've always loved Austin and my job, I feel like this town may not be right for me anymore and I fear that I may be stuck here at the the same time.
  • Last week the ex emailed me. Sometimes it feels like every single time he comes into my life it's like a backhoe ripping apart the life garden I'm trying to plant for myself. This time, however, I was pretty hard on myself for letting it upset me so much. No matter how deeply and innocently I loved him, he is nothing more than toxic for me. There has to come a time when you no longer allow someone else to have power over your emotions. I think this is, essentially, the life lesson I'm going to have to learn.  

So, for the above-referenced reasons, I've been emotionally drained and highly stressed for the last two weeks. This weekend fixed it all even though it was the height of my sobbing. I have the most amazing women in my life!!!

Friday night I stayed home and cried until my throat was sore and my eyes were swollen. Jamie, on the other hand, who was to be my pity party guest of honor didn't allow herself to get down and, rather, went out and had one of the best nights of her life. I'm inspired. The next time I feel like staying home and moping I'm going to put on my favorite heels, prettiest skirt, and make a night for myself even if it is just to walk to Wendy's to get a frosty.

Saturday I found motivation in the company of Gina and Catherine. Yet, when I was left to my own devices later that night I once again fell into the funk I felt Friday night. Jamie, Andrea, and Anne were there to pull me out of it. Firstly, I feel like a wimp having Jamie console me when I should be her rock right now. Secondly.... I LOVE ANNE! I can't tell you one thing Anne has said or done to shake me out of my funk, but that woman is every bit of who she is every single second and I adore it. I have no reason to apologize for who I am and, personally, I think I'm pretty damn great!

Sunday evening was Jamie's farewell dinner party at Anne's house and it polished off a rough weekend with more reaffirmation of just exactly what I want for myself.

Celebrating the awesome that Jamie is!

Thank you Pam, Jamie, Anne, Alison, Julia, Stayten, Karen, Gina, JJ, Catherine, Avan, Lela, Tofte, and Andrea for providing support to me this weekend in ways that are as unique, genuine, and caring as each one of you beautiful ladies (and John) are. I learned that it isn't selfish to only allow the people who love and adore you to be a part of your life. I truly am so lucky to have found so many amazing, inspirational, and outstanding women who fully love and support all that I am and all that I do. And, more importantly, embrace the 'crazy' that I sometime exude and help bring it down to the healthy level that makes me the 'take it or leave it' woman I once was and have every right to be! I truly hope that you each feel the warmth of my love for you. 

Thursday, December 15, 2011


2011 is closing and I'm in a highly emotional state. Being emotionally sensitive isn't something unusual for me, but this extended and ridiculous emotional fragility feels foreign. Can I really be this upset about turning 30? I fear the answer is yes.

The most ridiculous thing about having this pre-30 depression is that I don't know a single person who was upset about turning 30. Furthermore, my own girlfriends are surprised about how upset it's getting me. After all, I've already been saying I was 30 for most of the year and thought that would help with the tears, but it's a lot easier to humor yourself with a lie then learn how to accept the truth.

Personally, I don't handle unreasonable crying very well and I find that my mind is searching for valid reasons to feel sad other than the inevitable act of aging. I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate that the week has given me plenty of valid reasons that put my 30th funk into humble perspective. It's been a rough week for several of my good friends. And when I say rough, I'm not talking about trivial things like birthday anxiety, not being invited to a party, or PMS. Here I am crying out of vanity while the people I love are dealing with deadly freak accidents, cancer, suicide.... I love you guys and you mean the world to me. I feel so fortunate to have such incredible people in my life and I am always here to be your shoulder to cry on. Just know, I'll be thinking of ways to make you laugh through those tears in hopes that snot bubbles blow out your nose.

And in honor of Jay, a sweet man I had the pleasure of meeting a handful of times and making out with once, you're friends adored you...

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Tuesday Christmas Tidbits

The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas always seems to go by so fast, but this year feels like it has passed with the blink of an eye. And oddly enough, I think I've actually exterminated a lifetime's worth of bah humbugs. It's actually a running tradition in my family for my mum to give me a Grinch themed gift each year: socks, slippers, ornament, DVD, Pez dispenser, etc. So, in the honor of keeping old traditions and making new traditions, I present you with Christmas-themed tidbits:

  • My mum makes the best wassail! Red hots are the secret ingredient.
  • Traditionally I avoid family holiday visits in Houston, but this year I am without a single justification for avoiding my beloved family. This means that I am all but forced to spend my Christmas break with my parents. I am, however, looking forward to it in only a minor disgruntled way. After all, what's not to look forward to: presents, wassail, kitty cat cuddles, beers with my dad, visiting my father and Karen, playing with my niece and nephew, and moonshine with the brother-in-law.

My niece Audrey and nephew Stephen

  • In high school Karen and I used to anticipate the release of Blue Bell's holiday ice cream flavors each year and eat entire gallons of Peppermint ice cream at a time; straight from the bucket usually while watching Beverly Hills 90210. About a week ago I woke up with that familiar craving and polished off the entire carton in a couple of days. It's taking all the will power I have to avoid the frozen foods aisle at the grocery store... I can't be trusted.
  • Every year I watch Love Actually with Alison, JJ, Beth, and/or Emily O. It's been a tradition between several groups of my friends for about 5 years now. My favorite part is singing with Shanelle, but I haven't been able to do that in years since she lives in shit-hole Tennessee. This year I decided to add a turkey to the mixed and we made a 2nd Thanksgiving of it. I was so anxious to make another turkey after my first try in London went so well. We crowded into my little place on Sunday and stuffed ourselves with the 10 pounds of bird. I am, however, now completely turkey'ed-out and doubt I'll ever want to cook or eat turkey again. 
  • Christmas pickles are here, y'all! Every year (with the rare exception of last year in which I plead temporary insanity) I make pickled green beans as gifts for my friends. I'm a little surprised by their popularity and how demand has blossomed over the years. This year Julia and Stayten helped me, and after canning 25 pounds of green beans I'm finding it very hard to wait for them to properly cure. I want to eat the crispy buggers now! Hold your horses pals, your jar is on it's way.

  • Last week I got my Christmas bonus from the UT Club. YAY for bonuses. After 4 years of partime work there, I've finally developed enough tenure for the bonus to be large enough to be useful. My first bonus was just a few dimes over $20. Seeing as I was still a bit set back from my London trip, it just helps me stay afloat this month. Thank you, Santa!
  • The Mutter Museum in Philadelphia didn't hire me, but they sent me a nice little Christmas present and season's greeting. I now have a 2012 calendar full of medical specimens/oddities and my excitement isn't diminished in the slightest by the fact that November 2012 grosses me out. It's a stretched section of a cat's intestine that sort of looks like roasted garlic that has been died green.

  • I'm most looking forward to the NBA season opener on Christmas day between the Mavericks and Heat. I was hoping it would be a Vest Friends field trip since Jamie and Audra now live in Dallas and are originally Florida girls. It would have been a blast with Julia and I rooting against them and we all could have painted our faces in team colors. The game, however, sold out immediately and both Jamie and Audra will be spending Christmas in the orange capital of America with their families, so alas my great plan was foiled. 
  • This past weekend was the holiday party for the research group I work for. It's tradition for the newest member to dress up as Santa and pass out presents. Here are some photos of the 'ole LD and Ms. Claus:

Patiently waiting for my turn with Santa!

A present for me?!

You can't loose when you gift booze

I surprisingly feel lots of Christmas spirit and wish there was another week in between today and the big day. I want more gift exchanges, cocktail parties, pictures with Santa, stockings, and holiday time with my favorite people.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Liver Spots and Burger Slots

Last night I was having yet another pity party, which seems to be the overall theme of my 2011 holiday season. I was bemoaning the year and begging for a do-over. Now, as the sun has risen on a new day I take it all back. This has actually been a great year for me! Sure, it was emotionally hard and dramatic, but I've had much worse years and the bottom line is that I've taken out more trash this year than I ever have in my entire life (and that's saying a lot). That is a success! 2011 will go down in my personal history as the year of the garbage lady... so if you're outta my life (and if you are you surely wouldn't be reading this), you can kindly consider yourself human rubbish... good riddance.

Here are some pouty things that acted as party favors to my little grump fest last night.

  • I'm so tempted to put out personal ads for old men looking for a young cutie to take out to dinner, buy pretty things for, give a car to, and compliment incessantly. In return, I will offer kisses and company. Hell, it's not likely, but I might even be willing to have the sex if I so chose to. It's kind of funny that I'm completely frustrated by Peter Pan men who are in their 30s and are living in a Never Never Land experiencing youth revisited. I feel like that lifestyle is only possible here in Austin; fueled by celebri-tards, hipster socialites, and a never ending population of 22 year olds willing to put up with such antics. Having said that, I'm completely willing to play that 22 year old role to a 40+ something man.... Hell, I wanna relive my adolescence too, but this time instead of shitty vodka, Jack in the Box, and schwag weed I want champagne, oysters, and day trips to Fredericksburg. 
  • I think I may be getting a liver spot. Either that or I have a mutant freckle that is slowly trying to take over my face. It's large and close to my ear. I guess if I was really concerned I'd simply make an appointment with my Dermatologist, but I prefer complaining and inaction.

  • When complaining about my upcoming 30th birthday a friend tried to cheer me up by suggesting that I am about to come into my "sexual peak." Ugh, that's going to be a nightmare!
  • Last night I asked my best friend, JJ, to marry me and he said, "sure." The best thing about this wedding is that we both agree on the catering. We want a Frito pie buffet with a chili fountain. Magical!
  • Dallas has stolen half of the Vest Friends. Both Audra and Jamie are now editors at the Dallas Observer (Audra- Music, Jamie- Culture). I'm a little heartbroken, but I now have more reason to visit Dallas, which I kind of enjoy: Maverick's games, Grandmother, and my favorite record and junk shop off I-35.
  • I'm even too old for Jack Nicholson to date. I love Jack Nicholson with Anjelica Huston! Take a look at some old photos of the couple:

This picture displays how I want to live my life! Bikinis, records
and rich, happy, old men in bathrobes.

  • Last night I watched this video and really wanted a hamburger. My favorite part is the folding of the burger in half.

That'll do for now....

Monday, December 5, 2011


My grandmother sent me an email today that primarily discussed her Christmas plans, but one sentence stood out amongst her words, "There are three spinsters now in my family: me, my cousin Betsey in San Antonio, and you." Apparently, months away from my 30th birthday and single after two 3 year relationships and one 9 year relationship I am doomed to a life of spinsterhood...

What is a spinster?

  • Wikipedia states that a spinster is a childless woman who has never been married. "For a woman to be identified as a spinster, age is critical. A 'spinster' is not simply a 'single' woman, but a woman who has not formed a human pair bond by the time she is approaching or has reached menopause and the end of her reproductive lifespan." Wikipedia also notes the following individuals as "famous spinsters": Susan Boyle, Susan B. Anthony, Ann Coulter, Condoleezza Rice, Lizzie Borden, Emily Dickinson, Florence Nightingale, Lillian Gish, Greta Garbo, and Jane Austen. I understand the concept of Wikipedia, but who comes up with this shit?! Let's learn a little bit about these women
    • Susan Boyle: unattractive Scottish lady who "sings like an angel" but looks like a troll
    • Susan B. Anthony: amazing woman and suffragette who shares the same birthdate as me
    • Ann Coulter: fucking cunt
    • Condoleezza Rice: former Secretary of State and uppity bitch
    • Lizzie Bordon: hatchet-yielding murderess
    • Emily Dickinson: reclusive poet
    • Florence Nightingale: lady-hating workaholic
    • Jane Austin: fantasized about romance rather than experiencing it
    • Lillian Gish and Greta Garbo: two beautiful and successful women who had their own money, power, and freedom

Lillian Gish

Greta Garbo

  • Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary defines spinster as a noun meaning: 1. a woman whose occupation is to spin 2a. archaic: an unmarried woman of gentle family 2b. an unmarried woman and especially past the common age for marrying 3. a woman who seems unlikely to marry
  • Here are some images that came up in my Google search for spinster:

...always dreaming of cats and Crocs

Jennifer Aniston?!

This is now my new screen saver

I replied to my grandmother's email with the following video:

Naturally, granny called me to tell me that she wasn't going to view the video because she thought it might have a virus.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Gun Control

I like to view last night as a slight emotional roller coaster, but overall it was a good ride.

My evening started off with my mum calling me to share her excitement about the "power suit" she purchased me for Christmas. No, it isn't a navy blue pant suit with large shoulder pads that is paired with pearls and cream colored pumps. Instead, this single 30 year old gal with two cats (ME) will be getting her first girdle this year! In all fairness these are Spanx and I've only heard amazing things about them, but the principle behind the gift left me feeling emotionally fragile and very thankful that my mother couldn't contain her excitement for Christmas morning. I can only imagine that my reaction to a "tummy-tucking, tush-lifting, slim-maker" would begin with tears and end in the ruining of baby Jesus's birthday celebration.

Apparently girdles make for happy women!

My reaction to the girdle gift was certainly normal for anyone who fears getting fat and the other unattractive side effects of aging. First I broke out the cheese and then, while still on the phone with my mother, I purchased a Groupon for Botox. Yes, I paid $113 for 200 units of Botox, but it also comes with a $500 off coupon for additional cosmetic surgery!
Do I have wrinkles? NO!
Do I need Botox? No!
Did the purchase make me feel as pretty and youthful as a 32 year-old man feels when he sleeps with a 22 year-old airhead? YES!
And that, my friends, is all I needed last night. Have no fear. I told about 10 of my best ladies about my Botox purchase and only 1 of them didn't call me crazy (Thank you Stayten for being supportive!). This morning I requested a refund and, surprisingly, they will let me have my money back! I apologize to the handful of you gals who were hoping to get my Botox coupon as a Christmas gift.

My night only got better (and not in the sarcastic sense):

-While bidding my adieu to the lovely Jen Beaty and her charming new husband, I fell in love with the gypsy sounds of Winovino. Julia and Stayten suggested that I book them for my upcoming 30th Bar Mitzvah and I approached the trumpeter for booking details only to learn that he is also a member of the "top Jewish events band in Austin." Needless to say, Mozel Tov Cocktail will be playing at my birthday party.

-Lela presented Julia and I with matching Christmas presents.

Marcel the Shell the book!

and the book is signed by both Jenny Slate and Dan Fleischer-Camp. I'm absolutely thrilled about this as Marcel the Shell is pretty much the story of my life! I read it out loud to my kitties as soon as I got home! Here's the movie if you don't have the slightest clue about what greatness I'm referring to:

-After celebrating the awesomeness of the Christmas gift giving season, the girls and I searched out some late night grub and beer. I introduced Stayten and Julia to Verts and was so happy to see those gals enjoying the deliciousness of house sauce.

nom nom

-I've always hated this Robyn song:

but I just discovered that it's a Prince cover song and now I'm able to like it!

Friday, December 2, 2011


Pouty Friday

The weather outside is wet, dark, and chilly. It should be reason enough to be in a bratty mood, but alas there must be more factors aiding to my grouchy mood:

  • I left my electronic cigarette at home! 
  • I also left the insole to my right boot at home, so my feet are hurting unevenly.
  • I'm in the mood to go out, dance, feel fabulous, and be adored. I can't foresee this happening since I am already feeling bratty. It's damn-near impossible for me to recover without a decent bitch-fest with my ladies first.
  • I'm strongly considering buying today's Groupon for botox. 
  • I miss my mum.
  • I have the body of a 30 year old.
  • It's easy for me to get down on myself about not having a car in bad weather. I want to take a shopping trip to the dollar store, target, and Costco....
  • If I go another night without seeing Julia and Stayten I think I'll scream! 
  • I applied for a job today at the Wellcome Trust, which oversees the Wellcome Collection in London. It's a medical museum with exhibits inspired by medical oddities, medical marvels/innovation, and art inspired by medicine. There's no way I'm going to get this job and it makes me mad at the Mutter Museum for making me think I could work for them.


At least the weekend is starting NOW... love to my boos

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Deck the Halls!

Thanksgiving is over and Christmas is just around the corner. The holidays are always a hectic time, and just getting back from vacation adds to my stress level. Take a look at all the important things I'm trying to accomplish!

  • Fight UT and BCBS for money
  • Resole grey cowboy boots
  • Transfer desktop computer to laptop computer
  • Make the following purchases:
    • slotted spoon
    • beer caddy
    • sweater shaver
    • mason jar lids
    • new coat (I've had the same one for 8 years now!)
  • Record Posey's Freckle Circus Album
  • Begin filming of my 30th Bar Mitzvah video
  • Cry because I can't afford to go to John Waters' Christmas program this Friday at the Paramount
  • Grocery Shopping
    • beer
    • cat food
    • bubbly water
    • cat liter
    • toilet paper
    • ecig cartridges
    • hand soap
    • tea
    • gum
    • hummus
  • Laundry
  • Put up Christmas kitsch
  • Email Grandma
  • Convince my friends to give this to me for my 30th bday:
  • Fight the urge to go to Blue Hanger
  • Eat oysters!
  • Visit Grandmother, Audra, Mum & Dad, and Father this month! Ugh, family.... I love them.
  • Make another turkey! I had so much fun making my 1st turkey that all I want to do is make another one. So watch out friends, this means there will surely be a turkey feast to gorge upon.
  • Love Actually with the girls. For years I've been watching Love Actually at one time or another with Alison, Beth, Shanelle, JJ, and Emily O. This year won't be an exception. Especially since I own the DVD and it's playing at both The Paramount and Alamo. 
  • Give away presents!!!! I think gift giving is one of my most favorite things. This year it's gonna be my standard pickled green beans again with some special salsa, soup, and little goodies thrown in to sweeten the deal.

I guess it's finally time that I can begin saying Happy Christmas even though I usually feel very Bah Humbug during the holidays.