Most Uncomfortable Situation Ever!

Nothing more awkward than sitting through a Nuvaring commercial with three men. This happened to me at the dr.

I have got a story to tell!

Santa will be here soon. I'm trying to be festive but Im not doing a very good job! Christmas at my parents tends to be overwhelming for me. My mother and I clash on many different levels. We disagree on everything. Haven actually told her that she was living vicarioulsy through me. As you can imagine she didn't like hearing that. I adore my sister for defending me on most cases. Except where her son is involved.

Matty looked at me and said to me that he "Has got a baby brother or baby sister"
I said to him that he "Has a baby brother/sister on the way"

Growing up, Mom hated the word 'GOT'. She insisted that we never use the word. Jordan overheard my conversation and said that he 'encourages Matt to use as many words as possible to extend his vocabulary, Got being one of them'. Of course, I bit my tongue and apologized even though I knew he wasn't helping his child learn proper speaking skills.

Oh well. I have got hunger now. I'm going to go indulge in some egg nog cookies and wrap presents.

A

Holiday of Lights.

To my friends:

December is 'a month of miracles' with that being said I chose the high road. Essentially this is my film. I'm the director. She failed her audition miserably. I'm casting new acts.

I'm shaped to get in your way, but in the end we defend our decadence (Blonde Redhead).

Somewhere in between shopping endlessly, baking cookies for friends and putting up the Christmas décor and listening to Nat King Cole; somewhere in between laughing for hours over Virginia-grown garden squash and learning Spanish, abusing semicolons and mastering the art of the run-on sentence, somewhere in between all of this: it's beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.

Here the sun is setting well before five o'clock and the weathermen are forecasting the season's first flakes of snow, there are children with their blankets pulled to their chin and pen in hand, beginning to inscribe the first drafts of their Christmas lists. While winter is in sight –inclement weather pending, there are scarf-and-mitten-bundled children playing in the street, the crunching of leaves in the smoky air – while there are acorns scattered amongst the leaves, steaming mugs of cider or cocoa cradled deftly in everyone’s palms, I too have come to realize that Christmas is just around the bend. I have forced myself to nonetheless compose my own Christmas registry of sorts.

Surely, twenty-four days is enough time for Santa to collect of all my desired goods, and so in no particular order and without further ado Mr. Claus, here's what's up:

I'm going to need One Coach Leather Sabrina in Espresso

Or Steel

Or Black

The Tiffany & Co. Notes on Pendant in Onyx

One bottle of Prada Infusion d'Iris perfume:

One bottle of Clinique Happy

One Bobbi Brown Shimmering Nudes Palette

One Dior Night Diamond

One Banana Republic Cashmere Scarf in Purple

Two Gianna Rose Atelier Decorative Soaps

One Marc Jacobs Haute Couture Bag

One Andre Chreky Gift Card

One Nars Blush in Orgasm

One Nintendo Zenses Gold Edition DS

One Nintendo DS Gold Edition

One Return Vacation to St. Martin

One Falconry Glove

One Wise Old Owl

Last but not least, One Vineyard in the South of France

I understand twenty-four days isn't much to work with Claus, but considering how good of a girl I've been this year, wish-fulfillment as such is rather a requisite.

To everyone else, if there's anything I've forgotten, please do not hesitate to let me know, haha!!

Over and out loves and SEASONS GREETINGS!

A