oh, hai you guys!

What's up slackers?

Oh, just me? Fine. Whatever. December sort of smacked me upside the head but things really started going batty around Thanksgiving, which was like 2 weeks ago thankyouverymuch. We don't even have our Christmas tree up yet, what kind of a crime against humanity is that? Every year we've done it that first weekend after Thanksgiving but this year is a massive fail. Lame. Hopefully, we shall remedy that tonight. Did you know there's a cut your own tree farm up in Alpine? I just discovered this yesterday, and did a little dance party because hello fresh boughs of pine smelly joy. Way better then a tree lot where the trees have been cut for like 2 weeks already. Ours usually looks like a dried out floral arrangement 1 week in, so I'm pretty jazzed about the idea of cutting our own tree. I thought briefly about getting a tree tag from the forest service but then realized that I know these mountains hardly at all and would probably get me and my whole family lost and then we would all die 10 miles from home and get eaten by those ravenous man wolves from Twilight. If not, the vampires would surely finish us of then. I just saved us all from a terrible death, you're welcome family. You can pay me in sleep, jerks. 

So let's re-cap:

Thanksgiving was spent with Paul's family. We woke up early and ran a 5k which I suppose has become something of a tradition. This was the first year it wasn't so cold I wanted to pee my pants just to stay warm. It was also the first year I pushed a double jogger laden with my precious bundled offspring the entire 3.1 miles. 

Turns out fighting through three thousand people with a giant stroller leading the way isn't the easiest task, but I persevered and the race actually felt pretty good to tell you the truth, maybe my best ever. We've talked before about how I loathe and hate running and that's still the truth, but it is finally getting easier thanks to all those hours I've been logging in spin class and on the damn treadmill. I hate that thing and I still, STILL trip and fall on a regular basis because I'm nothing if not coordinated. Sure, I can run 3 miles and go to spin class for an hour 2-3 times a week, pump class the other days, but do you think I've lost any more weight? Nerp. Thanks body, glad we could turn 30 this year. Yay for our failing metabolism. Sshhh, yes I still love you, you get the job done, here's a cookie. 

And then for the love of portable DVD players and a remote control monster truck I went out on Black Friday. Maybe I jumped the Target line, maybe I paid for it later by waiting to check out for 2 hours. No one has a sense of humor at 2 am, and no one appreciated any of my jokes either. Haters. 

There must be balance in all things. I'm not sorry I did it. Nubby is going to fuh-reak Christmas morning. Next year? No thanks.

Paul has been working like, all the time, so Saturday during child nap time I froze my bunnies off and climbed up on the roof and put the stupid lights up myself. I only almost fell off twice. High five! I have a picture of that but I'm too lazy to plug my phone in and get it, maybe later. You guys I just really love Christmas. Why else would I scale a 15 foot ladder in spandex pants and freeze my nibbles off to staple gun lights to my roof? And I'm already dreaming about Connie's Christmas day prime rib like one of Pavlov's dogs. Just say "prime rib" and my mouth fills with saliva in anticipation. It's a physiological reaction. Whoa, big word.

Today I'm cleaning bathrooms, addressing Christmas cards and writing about piano software.

It's a glamorous life I lead but I love it most all the time.

Egg nog out.