Christmas!

Christmas was amazing. I got to see my family, and mom picked out the best presents I could have asked for-and the best part was that I did not know what I was getting for once-which is pretty amazing in itself.

Dinner was delicious, we had our usuals.

I did not drink wine.

I stuck with Mountain Dew.

In fact, I am never drinking.

Yeah, I said it.

Ugh...

Anyway... I am overloaded with Cubs stuff and new movies, adorable clothes, all so wonderful.

Blaise somewhat likes Wall-E and Kung Fu Panda, so we hopefully won't be hearing about that for a while. Well, I guess it's good for Mom because she's the one who gets to hear it the most. :D

Dearest kitty cat had a lovely Christmas cape that she hated, which I loved.

Overall it was just nice.

Andrew is coming on Sunday. I can't wait. I hope we have a good time and get stuff worked out. He walked into my life; I never want him to walk out. :( So keeping my fingers crossed.

That is all for now, sorry I'm boring, but if Dad catches me up I am as dead as a deer. Well, in that case I am very safe. Oops. :D

But also-here is the song I wrote for him and sang to the tune of O Christmas Tree while I played it on the piano, to introduce his deer stand.

Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.
Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.

I hope you blend in with the trees,
and get the deer, that you please.

Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.
Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.

Play machine gun all day long,
aren't you glad, I wrote this song?

Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.
Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.

No more sliding on your belly,
Like Santa with a bowl of jelly.

Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.
Oh deer stand, oh deer stand,
I hope you can support a 250 lb. man.

Love you Dad!
--Merry Christmas--

Moo Moo Moriah

Moriah is a fat cow. Moo Moo Moriah. Not only is she gigantically enormous, she is, if you will, morbidly obese.

There, I said it... now the dieting starts.

Curses.

If only I had our high school lunches back and not those cursed meals in the commons. Icky.

Thank you mother dear, for making me realize that I have kankles and not just "love handles", but "love and above handles".

:D.

That was not a joke.

Haha...ish.

I brought home the movie "Fargo" so that Andrew and I could watch it this weekend. I think he will find it quite humorous, as the accents in the movie are positively ridiculous. I borrowed the movie from my friend Andrea, who lives "up nort" so when I watched it with her, we laughed exceptionally hard.

She is my bestest friend and I am going to miss her when I am back in Nebraska...the good life.

Best slogan ever! By the way, kudos to you whoever thought of it!

So yes, Moriah is going to go to Omaha. Hopefully she will not get shot. This is her worry. She really wishes she would stop typing in the third person.

Anyway,
I got home today and made the cat appreciate my presence. She tolerated me for about five minutes and it was over. Sigh...if only she wasn't so evil.

Okay.

I updated my blog, so to those of you who were complaining, get over it. I am a busy woman. :D.