Christmas BABY!

Today starts the Christmas holiday for the team here. And by team, I mean…today starts my vacation. We have a small and intimate team on the blog staff here. I am flying out of Denver (prayerfully….assuming there is a blizzard on its way. Funny too…because Colorado has had a record low amount of snowfall this year, but Mother Nature picks TODAY to dump white death on our city!? BLACKOUT RAGE…but alas this is what happens when southerner meets snowstorm. …I digress) tonight and headed to Dallas to see my BFF Becca Feagin who has finally graced America with her presence once again. Missed her like WOAH and can. not. wait. to hug her neck!

Then I will spend the next week and a half in the Shady T with the best family on the planet. I plan to go crazy. Do off-the-wall and bizarre activities. Like go deering with my broskies. Or like eating pumpkin pie and ice cream out of a coffee mug. Throwing off every unsuspecting person by eating it in a non-bowl. Mayhem! Chaos! Like I said…planning to go absolutely nuts. Also planning to wear sweat pants at all times unless I am in a bridesmaids dress on NYE. I conceded to Beef on that one.

A few things exciting to note about the upcoming two weeks would be as follows:

Seeing Rebecca Ann Feagin. Prolly gonna cry. And by prolly I mean definitely.

Telling my blonde best, Bethany, HAPPY BIRTHDAY over the phone (tragic). Quarter
life crisis time!

Going shopping in the metroplex with the fam. Brittney raging about my purchases.

At least one breakdown in one of our cars. We wouldn’t be us if we didn’t have shiZ cars.

Celebrating Christmas BROWN RICE style, fully equipped with a color coordinated photo shoot and/or all of us holding weenie dogs wearing Santa hats.

Spray tanning with Cara (Cacka) in Sketchville, USA with all the toddlers in tiaras. LEGIT.

ALL THINGS BEEF’S WEDDING!!!!!!!!! CANT WAIT!!

Reuniting with the High School gang. Pretending to be 17 again.

Cuddling the shiZ out of Carson.

Laughing more than usual. But not to the point of shrieking. This doesn’t apply to the rents. They shriek on a daily basis while together.

Some crazy tragedy, as per the norm in my family. Needing Jesus.

PRESENTS!

Not working or even so much as thinking about work. Being as unproductive as humanly possible.

Binge eating. PUMPKIN PIE. Over and over and over.

OBVIOUSLY the reason for the season, celebrating the birth of the baby Jesus. HALLELUJAH.

That pretty much sums up the holiday for me. So help me God if someone doesn’t put a Starbucks gift card in a stocking for me. HINT: MOM.

Anyways, Im here to wish you a happy holiday. Go nuts, people. What better reason could you possibly have to celebrate than Christ’s birthday!?? Even Zoe, my 4 year old roommate, knows this!! She has just survived a Santa trauma, because she knows he is not real but a man dressed as Santa came to her daycare and told her that he WAS REAL. She therefore cried for hours as her parents tried to explain, and last night when I asked her what the meaning of Christmas is she said: “Weeellll, it’s all about giving…and loving…and Jesus’ birthday…and it’s not about SANTA because he is just an old man dressed up that says he will bring you presents but WONT!”

I felt so sorry for her. God love her.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!