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  • A Brief Christmas Review

    We all had a good round of Guitar Hero, even Mom and Dad. I am very proud of the fact that I have not once gotten booed off stage in this game.

    Anyway, Christmas was great. The best. I loved it. And then, later in the evening, I got the blues. The post-Christmas blues. I just love it so much and I never want it to end, really. So when it did, I started stressing about applying for the nursing board exams and going back to school, and stupid finances. Also, I’ve totally relaxed over the holidays and haven’t been running much or really eating that great, and now I have to whip myself into shape in just two months for the big race. Argh. So I got depressed on Christmas night and the day after. Anybody else suffer from this affliction? Anyway, I think I’m over it. :) See?

  • Christmas Is A-Comin

    Katy tagged me to complete this Christmas survey, and since I am full of holiday cheer, I would like to share it with you. Also, I tag Tabaitha, Megan/Peter, and Erica to complete it, if they so wish. Without further ado:

    1. What kind of tree do you have?
    We have about a 3-foot high artificial tree that we take very seriously. It is decorated with a theme of gold and cream colored ornaments, and it took us a good two hours to get it just right. Every time Cleo knocks an ornament off with her tail it is a crisis.

    2. What is your favorite Christmas movie?
    I think I have to say Home Alone. So hilarious, so classic. It totally reminds me of being a kid.

    3. What is your favorite Christmas holiday food?
    Fudge – HANDS DOWN.

    4. Do you use wrapping paper or gift bags?
    Wrapping paper. Gift bags are no fun to open or to look at, and one of my favorite parts of Christmas is wrapping the gifts in pretty paper and seeing all the different shapes and sizes of packages under the tree.

    5. Do you have a nativity scene in your house?
    Not in our apartment, but my mom has enough at home to make up for that, although I don’t know if she’s actually put them out yet. She also collects nativity ornaments and has enough now to make our tree one giant nativity scene.

    6. What is your favorite Christmas song?
    “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” and let me tell you why. Not only is it hauntingly beautiful, but the words really get to me:

    O come, O come, Emmanuel,
    And ransom captive Israel,
    That mourns in lonely exile here
    Until the Son of God appear.

    Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

    Just as Israel was lost in exile and yearned for the Messiah, we are in exile here on Earth, longing for Him to come again to make things right. I love the hope that this song brings.

    Also, no one can sing “O Holy Night” like Celine Dion. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, when she hits that note at the end, I am compelled to stop everything and experience it.

    7. What is the most memorable gift you received as a child?
    Probably my first bike. That one made me super happy. Also, my grandmother gave me Jane Austen’s complete novels and the Bronte sisters’ complete novels. I didn’t appreciate them at the time, but I am still reading out of them today.

    8. What was the worst gift you ever received?
    I love getting gifts and I’m usually happy with most things, but this year at our secret Santa at work I got a Texas Hold ‘Em travel game. First of all, I hate poker. Second of all, it’s not even a good gift for someone who likes it. How are you supposed to bluff against a computer?

    9. Most annoying thing about this time of year?
    I don’t get annoyed easily, but I will say traffic. I happen to work right next to the biggest mall in the area, which is great for lunch break shopping trips but not great for getting home in the afternoon. Also, there are certain songs that I would gladly never hear again in my life, but that seem to be very popular on the radio and pretty much everywhere I go.

    10. Favorite thing about this time of year?
    I can’t pick one thing. I love the time off from work or school, shopping, giving gifts, getting gifts, competing in the college bowl game pick ’em with my family, spending time with them, decorating, the excuse to eat lots of chocolate, and the chance to reflect over the past year and to appreciate everything in my life. But especially remembering what I consider to be the greatest miracle – that a holy and awesome God became a human like me.

  • congratulations, woob

    I can’t believe that you have actually graduated from college. In my mind you’re still the little boy who was obsessed with baseball, slept in all those weird positions, let me kiss his tummy, and wanted to be called a new nickname every day. I guess you’re still obsessed with baseball and sleep in weird positions, but now I just pat your tummy and only one nickname has really stuck. Sorry for all the games we played back then where it was David and me versus you. Sorry for the hideous buzz cut we gave you that is commemorated in our uncle’s wedding pictures, and sorry for “dropping the attic stairs on your head.” (You know what the quotes are for.)

    It wasn’t until I went off to college that I began to realize how great you are. I remember David telling me once, “Barry is actually really funny!” as if we were both having this epiphany about who you had become, even though we lived with you for so many years. It makes me really happy that you two are now best friends. As the only girl I don’t expect to share the same relationship, but I hope you know that I would do anything for you, I’m really good to talk to if you ever need someone, and I will always be your friend as well as your sister.

    Basically, what I want to say is that I think you’re really cool and I’m glad I get to hang around you. It makes me feel cool by association. Also, I’m proud of you, little brother.

  • hey

    Not that anyone is reading this anymore, but just in case, I wanted to let you know that I’m headed to Lubbock for the weekend to watch my youngest brother graduate from Texas Tech. THAT makes me feel old. Anyway, I’ll be back early next week to continue posting for my own benefit.

  • Making The Grade (Or Not)

    I took the final in my pediatric nursing class this morning. This is a class that I disliked the entire way through, and which had a reputation for being very difficult. I got a low B on the first test, freaked out, and then worked really hard the rest of the semester and pulled off low A’s on the next two tests and a perfect score on a group presentation. The way things stood, if I got a 91 on the final this morning, I would get an A in the class.

    Well, the grades were just posted, and I got a 90.

    Talk about frustrating to a perfectionist like me.

    As soon as I found out my grade I went and vented to my roommate, Amanda. One of the things I said to her was, “I worked so hard in this class and made A’s on everything except the first test. But my classmate made C’s on most of her exams, got a B on the final, and ended up with a B in the class also. Our grades are the same. Why did I even try so hard?”

    She responded, “But that’s not why you worked hard. You did it so you could learn, and look back and say that you did your best.”

    Feeling dejected and guilty, I hung my head and said, “You’re right.”

    After a moment’s pause she said, “But that’s not what you want to hear right now. So if you want, we can go toilet paper your professor’s house.”

    That’s what friends are for.