holidaze

Wow, I can't believe we are 5 days away from Christmas! Talk about a blur of a month! Unable to motivate myself to the treadmill this morning I have plunked down on this lovely sofa with my giant cup of coffee. Cozy in my ugly robe I decided this was way more conducive to my lazy mood than running and gasping for air trying to fight off last night's 2nd Mexican feast of the week. The holidays have kicked my ass this year. I feel like I haven't sat down since mid-November. After a whirlwind of a Black Friday, big college football game and dinner with friends, the Christmas season had officially begun. Not only is my store ablaze with Christmas finery, but my home as well. Not only do we have Christmas trees in every size, shape, age, and color, but glowing gnomes and Santas as well. Big bulb lights around the door, white twinkle lights adorned with cotton balls to imitate glowy snow, and of course trees that light up surrounded by herds of white plastic deer. This, I told myself, was taking it "easy" this year. Yeah right. Trays and trays of chocolate chip cookies were baked than hidden with warning notes, to no avail. My two cookie monsters made light work of those. Countless bottles of wine and beer opened for the countless events held in my little city. Christmas parade, tree lighting ceremony, Christmas open house night, marauding carolers crowding my tiny store. Events geared to bring out the locals to shop local. Again, a whirlwind of holiday activity that left my heart tickled and my body exhausted. Along with the holiday business blur came my social engagements.A fresh hair cut and fake eyelashes had me ready for nights out on the town. More drinks and food and friends. Don't get me wrong, I am NOT complaining. I LOVE all this activity, but my stomach is ready for a little plop plop fizz fizz. So here we are, final stretch. Tonight I get a rare night out with my betrothed. Christmas shopping for our little love than dinner with my man. We are like kids ourselves when choosing the myriad of gifts with which to spoil him rotten. Oh Thomas the train, you are taking over my living room along with the fleet of firetrucks and service vehicles. After tonight there is still more shopping due to my procrastination, more dinners with friends, and more baking to do because you know Santa needs his cookies too. All the socializing and shopping and decorating may seem tiring and endless, but this is my FAVORITE holiday, and well, I live for this shit! If that dreadful Mayan calender proves wrong, I can rest in January, but for now, finally amped up on black coffee, it's time to go to work. The treadmill, well, later. Good morning world.