Mostly Things I Hate

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Five End Of Year Lists I’m Waiting For:

  1. 365 Worst Episodes of The View.
  2. Best Britney Wigs of 2007.
  3. Imus and Vick collaborative book titles.
  4. 10 Reasons to start campaigning earlier next election.
  5. What people did before the iPhone.

iphone life
I don’t have one…

Christmas Coma

I’ve got two weeks to go and I don’t know if I’m going to make it! We worked out all week and weekend, double time. We went out Friday to a Christmas party with some friends, where we were all in festive costumes and drinking fancy winter drinks. We met some great new people and had a blast.

Saturday we went to MK’s work party, which, while less exciting than everyone hoped, was lovely, and MK finally met people he goes in to work with. During market hours no one talks, so it’s the first time in a month he’s said hello to some of these guys.

We also knocked out a little more shopping after deciding we’re no longer at the college-poor age where we could pretend we didn’t know we were supposed to send gifts, being far away from everyone we’ve milked that maybe 5 extra years already…

And we’re having company! Tons and tons of Christmas, Holiday Bowl, New Year’s company. Just thinking about it is making me lazy. Our place is rivaling it’s post Vegas messiness and we’ve been avoiding it. The invitations to hang out and exploring San Diego are so much more fun.

giraffe coldI’ve actually had a giant head cold, which is the dumbest thing that can happen to you when you live somewhere that’s 65 degrees every day. I thought I conquered it like a week ago but more than likely all the going out didn’t help. I was stuck drinking hot tea at the bar.

How are you at Christmas shopping? I’ve bought myself too many things, I am apparently a giant selfish brat. I just want to make sure I get remembered…MK is forcing me to wrap some workout stuff I got, apparently it was one of his planned gifts for me, he was a little grouchy when I came home with it, even though I let him know it was on sale and really I was just helping him out. Didn’t work.

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Fashion Sense

Do you have any? Does any fashion make sense? Does fashion stop being fashionable when it hits a certain mark? Our mall here is aptly named “Fashion Valley.” It has some fashion, and it is literally in a valley, as in, I missed it the first time. Low valley.

Fashion Valley is an outdoor mall. The only 3 malls we have found are outdoor malls. They may be identical to indoor malls minus the roof, but it somehow seems like so much more work to me when I am outside…

I went shopping trying to find a loud dress for MK’s Christmas party. Glitter, sequins, feather trim, fireworks, why not? I was pretty disappointed with my options, which were mostly black with a fake jewel at the waist. Ugh. I get the loud look isn’t always fashionable, but it seems I’m able to find it everywhere when I’m making fun of it and not wanting to find it…I shop like that with friends, who get sick of me PDQ – “Look at this.” You’d look awesome in this.” “OMG, this is only 456$!”

I ended up with a pair of red and white “highest heel” Christmas shoes

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and an ivory sweater that may or not be the trendiest thing in my closet, I don’t have the ‘sense’.

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This might work…I think it’s a tree!

Even More Tradition

It seems I forgot some other fun things I’ll be missing this year by not going home. I’m not sure just how long this went on, but one year Dad rewrapped gifts. Like, went to the basement, found toys we didn’t use, wrapped them, and put them under the tree. We three munchkins were young and I don’t think we noticed right away. Hilarious. This tradition then morphed into wrapping random things. Next, was buying something terrible and wrapping it. Dad now annually receives Clam Chowder from Job Lot. Inedible and nasty. We’ve also experienced the wrap-something-so-it’s- not-the-same-shape. I think I gave my brother bubble gum in a giant box.

So, what’s the worst gift you’ve ever gotten for Christmas? I think it’s safe to say I got a fiber optic light up sculpture thing once. At least as far as non readers of somegosoftly go.