Burn it down, Charlie Brown

In case you can't tell, I've been avoiding the internet like an ebola enraged monkey. The basic reason for that is that if I have to choose between thinking about responsibility and thinking about twinkly christmas tree lights and candy, it's clearly wiser to choose the latter. Not that my break was in any way uneventful.

Things I did:

-Went to the doctor FOUR times. Heck of a way to spend a vacation, eh? But I feel grand. It was one of those chain-reaction type surgery-gives-you-sore-throat-gives-you-bronchitis-gives-you-ebola-gives-you-crabs kind of things. Just kidding about the ebola and the crabs. Sorry.

-Burned down a house. I'm pretty sure it was illegal, but we burned down my grandpa's old vet clinic. Basically, they pushed it into a ravine, poured gas on it, and lit it on fire. People don't believe the stories I tell about living in the country, but I think it's only because they're jealous that nothing this bizarre happens in their daily lives.

-Had a family crisis. It's still not resolved, but maybe I'll tell you about it in like hundreds of years when we can all look back and laugh.

-Got some great presents and (I hope) gave some too. I always underestimate just how vast and varied is the number of material objects one can find for purchase on this planet. In the category of priceless things, my family gave me the 105 year-old camera that belonged to my great grandparents. I got to spend quality time with my parents for the first time in what feels like years. Emily picked me over going home to Denver on New Years, even though there was nothing to do in the valley. My stepdad made jerky out of an elk he pried out of a fence. I got to see a blizzard. My dog loves me. And Tim called me everyday, so I felt neat-o.

Now I'm home (shreveport home, not real home) and I'm not liking how I feel about this semester. I think I may be unfit to be a grown up, because I really just want to sleep in, watch movies, and try out new recipes all day instead of going to class or work. Maybe that's everyone, I don't know.

But I'm not going to waste my last semester of undergraduate college whining about how much I'd rather be asleep. Tim and I will be going off.... somewhere... in less that six(!) months. I should appreciate it. Though, I have to say, I rue the day when Jason and Kristin move away because they are absolutely my favorite couple of people to hang out with. I was looking forward to the faraway day when my kids and their kids could hit eachother while we drink daiquiris and ignore them.

Yay, holiday breaks!