Thanks!
merry christmas everyone! i hope santa found each and every one of you, well maybe not the ones who leave me nasty blog comments–but those of you who don’t, i hope he brought you everything on your list. as for me, i never felt as loved as i did when unwrapping my pretty new hello kitty coffeemaker!
every year on christmas eve santa comes to every house in my hometown and to this day i still get a warm fuzzy opening to the door let santa in. when i was younger they paid the town drunk (and my sunday school teacher!!) to play santa, but since he died in thailand a few years ago it’s not been the same. i miss drunk santa.
this year after santa left the doorbell rang for a second time. usually not a big deal, but in a town with the population of 4 (most of which are related) it’s not often to have someone actually ring the bell rather than walk in. i opened the door and let in a lady i didn’t know. when my dad saw her he simply walked into the garage without a word, and came back with a suspicious looking box. i grew up in the country, and while i don’t choose to own rifles i certainly know a gun box when i see one, even if it is wrapped in festive paper. it was at that very moment i discovered my dad was a arms dealer. needless to say, i’m very nervous to see what gifts i’ll be receiving tomorrow…
hannah expresses my exact thoughts about being in the country:
always a procrastinator, i finished up my christmas shopping yesterday, and noticed this on the ground of a parking lot:
looks like someone else is out there taking care of last minutes business…
being a nice person is exhausting, not that i really know, but still…
on my way home last night i let two cars cut in front of me; neither driver gave me a thank you wave, and for some reason this really pissed me off. i think i only want to be a nice person when i know i’ll be getting credit for it. i feel like george constanza, and that’s really not a good feeling.
at this point i’m hoping santa brings me a soul.
have you ever wanted to make up your own holiday? me too, so i did. read more here!
tomorrow is the beginning of my christmas vacation, following tradition i passed out the obligatory office gifts today. last year it was usb lava lamps, this year i handed out diseases. i gave pmk a cold, jb a flesh eating bacteria, the office lush got beer yeast, and i gave the office dream boat mono–mostly so i could say just that.
i did keep syphilis for myself, not because it was the cutest and pink, but because i don’t want to be know as the girl who gave someone at work an std.
It’s no secret I love Willie Nelson. I even have a snap shirt in my closet that once belonged to him. No lie.
To make up for being a brat in the parking lot last week, Ben brought over a Willie record and put it under my very pink tree. I’m going to make him feel guilty for something else and cross my fingers I get the Christmas record next!
My dog’s love for him, however, was a secret until today when i came home to find her laying by his record. cute, but creepy…
i went to see apocalypto tonight. it’s the holidays so the time to be charitable, right? i felt it was only right to put money towards mel’s rehab bills. don’t judge, it made me feel like a better person.
i had the day off yesterday so ben and i took the opportunity to finish up our christmas shopping. we were told my nephew, carter, wanted a pink thomas the tank engine. i was excited, since pink is my thing, then i saw the parking lot at toys r us. it was packed, and the only parking place i could find was next to a mini van parked very badly, forcing me to park very badly myself.
once we entered the store we quickly realized we were totally out of our element. kids were everywhere screaming. the only exposure i have to children is my niece and nephew, who are entirely too shy to be that loud in public.
we found the toy and left as quickly as possible. when we got out to my car there was a couple next to me trying to park where the mini van had been. they were having a very difficult time, since my car was crookedly taking up half their space. when i saw them getting out of their car, i begged ben to just keep walking. he didn’t. in fact he looked at me as he put the toys in the trunk and said, “sarah, why the hell did you park so crappy?”. the guy looked over at me and said, “yeah, sarah, this totally sucks”. i was humiliated and for once it wasn’t my fault!