I haven't decorated the tree yet.
Oh wait. We don't even have a tree yet...
I haven't done any Christmas shopping except for G-Rex. Even though I spent eight hours shopping yesterday with Tiff and Jenn. By the way, I think I want to live in Toys R Us. I must have been deprived of toys as a kid because I couldn't tear myself away from the Little People, Playmobil or Imaginext. I am STILL waiting for my Barbie Dream House (my friend Andrea had the sweetest Barbie setup as kids. And I'm pretty sure we were still playing Barbies till we were twelve or so. My mom didn't like me to have Barbies, so I needed my fix. This is the longest aside, ever. Shoot.).
I haven't managed to get all the vacation laundry put away yet. I have this lofty goal of cleaning out the closets before I store everything, and making a trip to Goodwill. But as of right now, it looks like all my closets threw up.
I have not done any Christmas baking. Or crafts. Probably a good thing about the baking, because I kind of have a problem with baked goods. As in, they seem to attach directly to my ass.
I am all sorts of disorganized and unmotivated right now.
But, I have kept running. I HAVE TO. Because I have committed to run a freaking half marathon in June. The San Diego Rock and Roll 1/2, with Team in Training (more on that later). So, fear of humiliation and vomiting during the race is my motivation there. Whatever works. Plus, I finally get to meet my girls from the Sisterhood in the flesh. It's going to be stellar. I seriously cannot wait.
I have been reading. Vacation reading, my favorite. I read Push (the novel the movie Precious is based on) in two hours. It made my heart hurt. Don't get me wrong, I completely and wholeheartedly recommend it, but it was gutwrenching.
On the other end of the spectrum, I read both of Chelsea Handler's books, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One Night Stands and Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea. I LOVE HER. Anybody who can make me belly laugh in public whilst reading is good, very good. Just a warning. If you are easily offended by sex, language, sex, drinking, equal opportunity racial profiling, sex or bodily functions, you may not like her books. They're like reading the diary of your crazy college roommate. Because I never did anything in college in a drunken stupor that was completely stupid. No, not me.
Tomorrow, I will go pick up my Christmas cards, which I managed to design and order online today. I will go to the god awful post office and buy stamps.
Perhaps, if I can completely channel Martha Stewart (or at least Rachael Ray), I will bake some sugar cookies to decorate.
And I will keep them far away from the dogs.
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If it makes you feel any better, my outside decs are either laying on the living room floor or still in the basement.
I don't make Christmas cookies.
I don't do Christmas crafts.
You are ahead just for wanting to!
we started early and have our tree up and our outside decorated, but it is all still kind of half-assed and sometimes i'd rather have nothing than be half-assed, so whatever.
my house looks like everything threw up. and speaking of throwing up, there is still honor in throwing up at races (my husband threw up twice at both triathlons, and at one of them he crossed the finish line and ran straight to the garbage to barf! hahaa! and furthermore on the throw up (you're welcome) when i was standing at the finish line for the turkey trot 5k waiting for my dad, there were an umbelieveable amount of people who crossed the finish and throwing up! i was constantly turning my head! gross! but no one cares. so feel free to throw up.
although i'm sure you won't.
anyhoo. just put some christmas music on and be happy that you went to hawaii. :)
Buy your stamps at the grocery store..way easier..
What I wouldn't give to have that video footage... The Barbie slasher movie, that is.
Andrea, that has GOT to be somewhere. And the commercials we made for the movie too. Wow, we were the COOLEST!
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