With the holidays barely in the record books, most people are lamenting about their booze and/or food filled family extravaganzas. My athletic friends are talking about epic runs and rides despite the lousy weather conditions, while the majority of my other acquaintances on Facebook are commenting on baby’s first/second/third Christmas and how they “grow up so fast”. Thanks for the news flash folks, but I was actually paying attention in primary school when the scientific concepts of human growth were being discussed. You obviously were not, but I appreciate the refresher on every major holiday and third Tuesday of the month.
Anywhoo...Like many others I had a lovely holiday with lots of booze, great friends, and zero family. Hmmm… perhaps this should be my new holiday model. No snow, no drama, and no one asking me when I was going to get married or have a baby. I’ll definitely need to give that one more thought, but I’m pretty sure if I miss another Christmas with my mom, she’s writing me out of the will. At a minimum, I’ll need to go home next year to case the joint and see if there’s anything in the will worth trading my sanity for. However, I’m getting ahead of myself as this blog is supposed to be about this Christmas.
I could go through the blow by blow details, but really they are pretty standard or risk being censored by “The Man”. I also don’t have many pictures because I tried to avoid the camera as much as possible due to my little “Merry Christmas to ME” procedure. More precisely, my face was a red, swollen, flaky mess due to getting it laser resurfaced two days prior. That’s right at the ripe old age of 25 (+3) I’ve begun my plastic surgery journey. Okay so technically it’s not plastic surgery, but its close. It altered my appearance, it was unnecessarily expensive, it hurt like a son of a…, and it was oversaw by a licensed dermatologist. I do have some less than becoming pictures from 24 hours after, but I think I’ll wait until my face is totally healed and post them together. Or I may not post the recovery picture at all because let’s face it no one wants god awful pictures of themselves to be available for global viewing. I also have an ex-boyfriend or 10 that may have advanced beyond knuckle dragging to internet usage, and I’d prefer if the pictures they see of me to lead to comments like “She’s still looking good” or “Damn” instead of “What the…?”. Did I mention that most of my ex-boyfriends struggle with multiple word sentences?”
Before I digress into the trials and tribulations of my previous dating life, I should probably wrap this one up. Bottom line, I had a great holiday thanks to my good friends. Terry was kind enough to invite me over for a traditional Christmas morning, plus one fig tree, with her son and my boss and his wife. Then there were the massive amounts of food and drink at Charlie and Craig’s not only on Christmas but also Boxing Day. I really could not ask for a better Christmas or group of friends. However after all the indulging you may see a future blog entitled “My New New Year Tummy”!
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday, and I look forward to seeing you in the New Year
