let's start with Christmas. to be honest, i wasn't really in the Christmas spirit this year for a number of reasons. i was ready for it to be over before it even started.

Christmas eve morning, i had the privilege of being woken up by niece banging on the door screaming "TIA! OPEN DIS DOOR! MY GRAMMA SAID "YOU AND JAY NEED TO GET YO LAZY ASS OUTTA BED AND COME DOWNSTAIRS TO EAT BREFFUS!""

i should've been mad seeing as how it was 7:30 in the goddamn morning and we'd just went to bed at 4. but you really can't help but laugh when it's that little girl doing the banging and yelling. but it stopped being funny really fast when the dogs decided to help her out by barking and howling.

unfortunately, i didn't get to stick around for my momma's delicious cooking; instead, Jay and i went over to his parents for breakfast. i'm not gonna lie, the woman can cook and i ate every bit of it, but i don't like her and she doesn't like me. however, Jay wanted me there with him, so we made a deal-- Christmas eve at his parents' house and Christmas day and my mom's house and i have him to myself the rest of the week. i'm pretty sure i got the better end of that deal. =)

it wasn't all that bad with his folks. his sister and i get along very well and i'm slowly warming up to his brother again. it was really odd not having the dog there anymore, though. lots of food, some conversation. i was very surprised to see a couple of gifts with my name on the tags under the tree, although i think Jay had a little something to do with that. some of their extended family came over..... awkward. this is probably a really bad analogy, but i'm using it anyway- i felt like Hitler in a room full of Jews. or a Jew in a room full of Hitlers. they don't like me. not one bit. but somehow i manage to suck it up and deal with it.

when the day was over, we went back to my mom's for more food and wine and singing and laughing, waiting for the little ones to fall asleep so we could bring out all the gifts for them to open Christmas morning. waaaaaaayyyy more fun. the only problem was my niece. my nephew is still a tot so getting him to sleep was no problem, but my niece wanted to see Santa in action and refused to go to sleep. every time someone would take her to tuck her in, 5 minutes later she would come right back downstairs with that toothy grin, rubbing her eyes, "is it morning time yet?" it was so obvious she was faking, for one the big grin on her face was a dead give away. secondly, the girl had a big digital clock on her nightstand, knows how to tell time, and it's officially Christmas at midnight. when 11:00 rolled around and she showed no signs of caving, we all just said 'fuck it'. all we needed was 20-30 minutes of her being distracted so we could set out all the gifts. at just the right time, Jay and i took her upstairs to watch Dr. Seuss' "how the grinch stole Christmas". short, sweet, and everybody loves it. PERFECT. of course, just a few minutes into the movie, those little eyelids start to get a little droopy. every few minutes, i'm poking at her just to keep her barely awake so that when everything is ready, my brother will come in the room and yell "SANTA WAS HERE!" and all this Christmas shit will be out of my hair.

everything was going according to planned, until we got to last, most important part. the part where my brother comes in all excited about Santa. my little brother is not a very soft or agile person. he's just loud for no goddamn reason at all. he talks loud, he eats loud, he walks loud. that motherfuck blinks loud. that dumbfuck burst into the room like the kool-aid man just screaming and hollering and jumping around "SANTA WAS HERE! GO LOOK AT ALL THE STUFF HE LEFT!"


and baby jesus wept.


all the dogs went apeshit; the baby who was on the other side of the house sound asleep woke up crying; and my niece was so terrified that she started crying and had a little accident. but that little girl didn't care. still crying and still wearing those pissy pajamas, she ran her little ass full-speed downstairs to see what Santa left her. poor Jay was shocked and confused by what had just happened and sat there looking at the big pee stain on his pants and shaking his head. i didn't know whether to laugh or cry; i just went on downstairs to see what was going on. i wish i had the video footage to show it to you cause words just doesn't do it justice. the little girl was so happy that Santa brought her gifts but she was still traumatized by my brother so she was still crying and refused to go clean herself up until every gift was opened. truly a kodak moment.

after all the hoopla, Jay and i took a nice, long, hot shower together and went to sleep. only to be waken up again a few hours later with that same wakeup call from my niece....and the dogs. Christmas was more of a repeat--family time-- but with more fun people......people i like and like me [most of the time.] i thought i was gonna be a big blubbery mess not having my baby girl around for her first Christmas, but i wasn't too bad. i had to excuse myself only a few times to get it together.

new year's eve is approaching fast. any plans? i wanted to go to new york but looks like i'll be ringing in the new year here. honestly, i think it's a pretty overrated *holiday*. i don't really care where i am as long as i'm with Jay. he's my favorite.

any new year's resolutions? i don't really believe in those because i figure if it's something you wanted//needed to do or achieve, you'd have done it anyway and not wait for the beginning of a new year to do so. BUT i am gonna try to not be.....so......whiney and stubborn and needy. i'm gonna get a lot of help from Jay's work schedule. every week next month, he will be out of town for at least 2 days. the week of Jan 21st, i'll only see him for 3 days because of work and a grad school interview and more work. the last 4 days of the month, he'll be gone again. i just counted the days and we'll be spending more days [16] apart than together the entire month of January. actually, it's even less than that because of the time he'll be spending in airports. just thinking about it makes me wanna cry, but i won't. at least not right now.

i think i'm gonna be sick.

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