The Holidays and other random thoughts I forgot to post

There are plenty of reasons why I love the holidays.

First, there's the opportunity to get stuff. Presents. I love getting them. Bill got me a 1 kt. Circle of Love pendant, a back massager, a cashmere sweater, the new Carl Hiaasen novel, a Starbucks card (which, actually when you think about it makes no sense since it all comes out of the same bank account), and some other stuff I can't remember. My parents bought me more stuff than Blogspot actually gives me room for here (Mom always goes overboard). Highlights include a new Coach purse, pizza screens and the accessories to the bitchin' new comforter set I already bought.
And BooBerry? Well, let's just say the girl did a'ight! Her favorite was the Princess keyboard that her grandmother got her. Well, actually I bought it and gave it to her grandmother to give to her. Stupid me. It has a microphone.

Second, there's the food. There's nothing like sinking your teeth into a two-layered caramel nut goodie (like a double decker brownie with caramel in the middle). My mom makes this cereal nut cruch and always eats so much of it it gives her the Turkish trots. (It's either the spices or the sheer amount she consumes. We don't talk about it.) Bill's mom makes the best Yukon Gold mashed potatoes on the planet. And at Aunt Bettie's, there's always wine, wine and more wine with a side of wine. She kept refilling my glass. My brother got a Breathalyzer for Christmas from my folks (don't ask. In our family, it's a perfectly useful gift). Note to self: DO NOT BLOW into a Breathalyzer follow Christmas lunch at Aunt Bettie's.

Third, there's time off. I love, love, love staying in my pajamas all day, finding out who my baby's daddy is, helping deliver justice in the courts and watching sleazy lawyers duke it out in commercials on daytime television. I love taking at nap from 2-3:30, waking up in time for the next Maury. And yes, BooBery goes to preschool. (Shut up. We have to pay for it anyway.)

On the other hand, not all is merry and bright.
Presents. I hate giving them. I stress and stress and stress over buying the perfect thing for the perfect person. And when I cannot abscond with a Wii to get Bill, I panic and end up buying him stupid things. Like the Bissell Little Green carpet cleaner that's already back on the shelves at Target. And the World of Warcraft T-shirt that's too small for him. Basically, the only thing he liked the was digital photo frame I bought on a total whim.

The food. Holy crap. I gained five-and-a-half pounds. Damn you, delicious caramel nut goodies.

Time off. Because going back to work really, really, really sucks.


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Also BTW:

Welcome KATELYN JOY! My best friend, Jenny, and her husband, Travis, welcomed an 8 lb., 9 oz. baby girl into this world on December 29, 2006!!! Welcome home, Katelyn.