Well, Christmas was pretty nice. In my family, we exchange gifts on Christmas Eve night, so we did all that yesterday. Got some good stuff including a new black jacket, King Arthur on DVD, a frog bed canopy-thing and some other clothes. I also got a very expensive, very pretty pair of earrings from my sister Susan because she's just like that. None of the family that was supposed to come over for Christmas Eve made it because of the shitty-ass roads, except for those that were already here before the weather went to hell in a handbasket. Susan was going to come on Christmas day anyway, so she was here. Helen's family came by today instead of yesterday. Danny may come by tomorrow or he may wait until New Year's Eve.
On Christmas Eve I went over to my sister Tamie's house for awhile because she's currently angry at our mom and refuses to speak to her much less see her. After I came back from that, I mostly just hung around and ate homemade pizza (a Christmas Eve tradition) until we decided to just open the presents already because nobody else was coming. I think my nephew got more presents than everyone else in the family put together. The worst part is we've been trying to teach him to open presents and Luke just refuses. You tear a corner so he can get a good hold on it, then you try to encourage him to grab it and rip it open and he just looks up at you. So then you tear it a little more and try again and before you realize it, you've unwrapped the whole thing and he's still staring at you like you're an idiot. Gee, I love kids.
Anyway, we waited until it was officially Christmas (12:01) to break into the stockings, in which I got a pair of snowflake toe socks, some Cinnabon lip balm and I forget what else. After that, I hung out and talked to my brother Michael and my mom's boyfriend Bruce until about four in the morning. And then I didn't get to sleep until five because I wandered off towards my room and got distracted on the way there because my sister left the Blue Collar Comedy tour playing and I ended up watching half of it before I managed to drag myself away. Damn Jeff Foxworthy.
I got dragged out of bed at the crack of noon (way to start Christmas properly, huh?) and mostly sat around and hung out with family and friends and played with the baby all afternoon. Talked to Kristin (krisskyo
) on the phone for awhile somewhere in there. After dinner we ended up playing a round of Cranium (which is a *crazy* fucking game. if you have never played it, you should) and after that we played Black Jack with my new poker chips (oh yeah, forgot to mention those). I spent most of that several hour time span trying to play while holding a sleeping baby. Which sounds sweet and adorable, but 20 pounds of sleeping child gets heavy after three hours!
It's after 2 AM now and I think about half the people have finally gone off to bed, and I guess I'd better go see what trouble the rest of them are getting into...
Is it bad that I'm kind of more excited about New Year's than I was about Christmas? How the hell did the year 2005 sneak up on my like that? I love New Year's, but I hate new years. Yes, I'm aware I'm silly.
In other news... I seriously need to get away from these people before I lose all grasp on the english language... even my *thoughts* have a frickin' country accent and it's only been a week... I just need to keep telling myself: I do *not* talk like this. I do *not* talk like this. I do *not* talk like this... Hell, most of them don't normally talk like this either; Bruce is just a bad damn influnce...