Oh what a day!

Yesterday was great....almost. Kinda felt like I was on an emotional roller coaster all day.
First, I entered the hellacious world of merchandise return. I went back up to Kenwood mall to return a sweatshirt at JCrew. They didnt have the color I wanted, and then when I tried it on just to be safe, of course it wasnt meant for thick girls. Couldn't get the money back, and didnt have time to look for something else so now I have a gift card. Oh! And the pants I was going to return to BR had an ink tag still on them so of course they set off every store alarm as I came in and when I left. Finally, I get to Banana. Found a sweater, and a headband on sale to use my gift card from a Christmas gift. Mom and Tara call while I'm in the dressing room so I have to hurry. Naturally, there was only two people working. So I waited in line (the only person in line mind you) for a little bit, only to find out I can only return the pants and have the money put on my gift card. Gift card #2. Now I run to meet tara in MAC. Call and have her ask them to go ahead and get my face makeup. Get there....the man with lots of makeup on ask me what I need, then proceeds to try to sell me mascara and what not. Leave there and run to Victoria Secret. Which I am now boycotting. Fat people need underwear too!!! Gosh. Finally leave there, back to MAC, to give Tara my credit card just incase she needs it for the return to apple. Mom has already headed there so I run to apple drop of the credit card, and almost sprint to Pottery Barn bc I'm now dangerously close to peeing my pants........on the road to W. Benson St. to shop for my sister in law Erin's wedding dress.

Now the upswing. It was so great to watch Erin try on all the dresses and have a good experience picking out The One. We had fun, and what happened in the dressing room should probably stay there so we'll just leave those details out! I'm glad she enjoyed the day and I know the dress is going to look incredible on her. It's very classy and very original. We ate lunch at Maggiano's, it was delicious. After that we headed to David's Bridal in florence. We looked at dresses for the little girls and found Samantha's dress (which I love). A very productive day. I was impressed.

Down again....I head to Cheddar's for Tara's b-day dinner, already feeling like a stuffed pig, wait by myself at a table for 6 for about 15 min. The kid behind me is Screaming, and just as I'm thinking to myself that my back is hurting again and I need some Ibuprophen he proceeds to KICK the back of my seat. :( And I have to pee again.

Up again.... everyone arrives, and my almost 19 year old sister places a furry princess crown on her head. Which she proceeds to tell me she already had from last year. She opens her "suprise" gift.....a dvd of High School Musical 2. I love that my family acts like a bunch of little kids. Dad stares down the kid kicking my seat still. I watch one of the twins behind mom pick up his carrots lick them and put them back on the plate, while the other twin plays with mom's hair. We leave to go to the movies.

And it gets worse again......
Last night we saw THE WORST movie I have seen in a long time. Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox story. This movie was supposed to be typical laugh out loud will ferrell type comedy. It was not. After the first five minutes I was hoping that this parody of Walk the Line, wasn't going to follow the exact same plot line. It did. It wasn't even funny. And as we were twenty minutes in I kept hoping it would get better. The six of us sat there (mom, dad, tara, josh, matt, and myself) and soon saw lots of boobs on the screen. Ok, boobs not necessary but I can handle it. Didn't add to wedding crashers, didn't add here. Then, multiple full frontal penis. Yup. All over the place. Not needed. Thought that was it, but nope they show it again in about 10 minutes. Followed by a scene where the main character Dewey has a naked woman on top of him doin her thing. After 45 min it felt like torture. I asked matthew how much longer we had. The ending wasn't even good. There was maybe, at most, 5 funny lines.

The credits rolled......
Erin: Thank God that's over, about time.
Tara: I can't ever get that back.
Josh: I need to go watch High School Musical 2
Matt: I can't believe that. It was supposed to be good. I didnt even get to laugh hard.
Dad: That was F*&%ing Stupid.
Mom: I can't believe my 19 year old daughter just saw all those penises. What was this rated?...when I was 19 if there was....I just can't believe....she's never seen that....
All in all if I had to rate this movie I'd say:
GIVE ME MY $8.50 BACK!!

The night ends with family playing wii for a couple of hours. I'm worn out. I almost made it to January without a cold. I stayed up all last night blowing my nose and tosing and turning because I couldn't breathe.
I hope tonight is better. Food, drinks, and fun times with friends.
I can't wait. I need this.
See you next year!

These are fun so I decided to add them...ENJOY!

Dad....with everything on he got for Christmas that year!

My very first Christmas!!

Kevin, Micheal, Andy

Those matching outfits ;)

I'm not really sure why she HATES Santa?!

This picture is priceless. Check out mamaw's wig, the thick glasses on everyone, Vernie with lots of hair, Andy cheesin', and mikey asleep on the floor

Whose idea was this?

Poor Tara...

Merry Christmas Eve!!!

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve, has by far become one of my favorite memories. I actually enjoy it more than Christmas Day. As I get older it becomes harder and harder to stick with those "traditions" we grew up with, but I think its fun making new traditions. I heard someone say at some point in my life...."you know, if you do something twice, it's officially a tradition". So I say, do something fun and if you choose, completely strange, with your family and start you own "new" tradition.
I love that every year we do Christmas Eve with my dad's side of the family. We eat, drink, eat again and argue over how we should open the adults' gifts. We play a game to exchange gifts between the adults and every year there's an arguement over the rules and poor aunt shirley gets so mad. I dont know why everyone picks on her :)

I love making my dirt dessert every year too, I dont really know if people actually like it or if they just eat it to be nice. I know grandpa likes it, so at this point I'm afraid to not bring it. One of the best parts of our Christmas Eves are the pictures on the stairs. We've pretty much been taking them ever since I can remember. It's so funny to look at the pictures and see how people change over the years. Some of my favorites involve my great grandparents and all the grandkids, mamaw with her "boys", my mom with her braces, tara trying to pull my mom's hand from her crotch as she holds her for the picture (dont worry she was about 2!), me, tyler, and tara in matching outfits, and of course the picture of me, mom, and dad, in our coordinating holiday outfits. We were so cute.

Two random thoughts and maybe a few more:
one christmas eve, tara was REALLY sick and she threw up all over her cute little outfit, so she took christmas pictures in a little white t-shirt, and black sweat pants. She looked pitiful.
We used to have Christmas Eve at my mamaw's house, and one year we were all waiting for dinner and I heard jingle bells!! Who else could it have been? Come on people! Everyone told me I should go check by the fireplace because Santa came early. Of course I ran in there and found what every little girl ask for......a KEYBOARD!!! Whoo hooo. I was a rockstar! I'm sure uncle Andy played with it the rest of the night.
I remember my mamaw getting the largest jug of gummy bears I've ever seen. Amber, Arthur, and I got these really cute bags one year with pencils with our names them. Those were cool. We used to go to Christmas Eve church service together, it was almost the only time my dad would go to church. I miss that.

I'm aware this has run on and on, but I just LOVE Christmas Eve. I have to go make the dirt dessert now, Matthew just got back from the store with the Oreos......
.....ooops, one last thing...when we were little we ran from place to place to make sure we went to church and saw both families and what not, but on our way home before we would set out our eggnog and cookies for Santa, my parents would drive us around subdivisions to look at all the Christmas lights. It was something we did together, just the four of us. It was probably close to the best part of the night.
I'll probably make Matthew drive me around tonight,

atleast to look at a few houses....like last year ;)

this could be the beginning....

I've decided that I'm going to start "blogging". I'm not sure how I feel yet about everyone reading my thoughts, though they may be random they're mine and usually pretty private. But, I always read sara's blogs and lately i've felt some what inspired. I'll warn you now, I have really RANDOM thoughts sometimes. And I tend to shy away from proper punctuation, grammer, and capital letters when I type.

It's Christmas time and I am Loving it! I wish I was home more often. I miss my family and my friends. It's a great feeling spending time with friends that I haven't seen in awhile, especially those with babies. What can I say, I'm a sucker for babies. I'd have one of my own if it weren't for that whole med school thing I got going on. Being around my friends is amazing. I see them growing up and I'm really proud of them for the things they're doing. They're all very strong women, and I wonder if they know that. I wonder if anyone ever tells them that. I hope they can see it in the eyes of those precious little girls. (its a conspiracy, they ALL have girls!) I think people judge them a lot, for no damn reason. But I admire them. They have this precious gift and they may not have been ready for it, but God said here you go... I know you can do it! And they are doing it the best they can, everyday.

I wish I felt like my life was going in that direction. I haven't decided if I like growing up. I've given it a chance this past year and a half and that little kid inside of me still whispers... come on we're not old, let's be immature, let's act crazy, have fun while you can. When I feel like things suck, I turn to that little kid to remind myself what life is really about. That, and I can always depend on Dr. Holthouser for words of wisdom.....

"If I had to do it over again, I'd be a little nicer to myself"

....What a mantra to live by.

I think that's good for tonight. I hope I keep up with this, it'll be another thing for me to check daily, but I enjoy hearing from the outside word now and again and people will atleast know I havent fallen off the face of the earth. Much love.