I was working away from home the last week of school before Christmas break. Mike sent me this picture on the last day of high school after finals for the holidays. Buddy needs a phone apparently.
Making doggie biscuits.
I made homemade bread for the first time for our Christmas dinner. I have made it in the bread maker countless times but this was HOMEMADE; like I had to knead and everything.
I am on my way to becoming Ree Drummond, yo.
Here is the simple recipe.
My mom got me drunk on Christmas Eve.
It’s okay, I needed to get drunk.
I’ll explain in a hot minute.
Here is the recipe so you can get your mom drunk the next major holiday.
I always feel like, somebody’s watching me.
Actually, this little angel has a past. It was the first decoration my mom and dad bought as a newly married couple.
Ella said, “what is that creepy doll doing in the window”. I said, “watching you”.
This picture is my happy place; my dad has been making his famous Christmas Eve spaghetti and meatballs for as long as I can remember. We estimated the last time we got to celebrate Christmas Eve with my parents AT their home was 12 years ago. The whole night, I just drank it all in.
That wasn’t the only thing I drank.
This picture was totally unplanned. Normally every year, I like to take a picture of the two girls at the top of the stairs waiting to see what Santa brought them. But when I turned around to take the picture, this is what met me.
I could not love a picture more.
When your 16-year-old gets this excited about dry hairspray, you know you are doing something right.
Ella clung to this box for a solid five minutes (that’s good for an eight-year-old).
She said, “MOM! This is the doll that was on the bottom shelf! With the ones that we can’t afford!”
Buddy’s first Christmas was pretty awesome. Just like the whole, they’d rather play with the box than the gift theory, my puppy would rather be with me than with all of the chaos behind him.
This dog doesn’t get ANY attention.
We blew my parent’s dog, Tink’s mind on Christmas night.
There’s a box? With food in it?? Just waiting for you to open it when one gets hungry???
Then George Michael died, dammit.Photo courtesy of George Saldivar/Jen Evers
Spending the day with these beautiful people helped me cope.
This baby doll ate your soul for breakfast.
So I mentioned I needed a drink earlier. I spent most of our two weeks off with some “health issues” that eventually landed me in the emergency room.
Which landed me with what is called an “event monitor”. I have to wear a heart monitor (I HATE IT) until the end of January because I was having heart palpitations and crap.
After some preliminary tests, amazing doctors and said heart monitor (STILL HATE IT), it was suggested that I am having anxiety attacks.
Oh and here is the kicker: coffee makes it worse.
So I am an asshole again.
Or still.Photo courtesy of Kristy Sickles
Finding this picture of Ella is helping me cope.
On New Year’s Eve, we were stranded (said in the most lovingly way possible) at our home because apparently, our home was where “it was at”. *
*20 teenagers in our basement
So whilst waiting for 2016 to end, we had a completely unplanned John Hughes movie marathon.
Ferris Bueller, Sixteen Candles, Only the Lonely (a John Hughes production, duh).
The above is Buddy and Ella watching Ferris Bueller.
It is one of her favorites but we are starting to realize that Buddy is also a huge Hughes fan.
I’m not kidding.
Mike and I started jokingly calling Buddy “John Hughes”, “Mr. Hughes”, “John” and occasionally Uncle Buck for fun.
Because we believe our dog is John Hughes re-incarnated.
No wonder my heart is racing.
We decided to go to IKEA on the last day of winter break. It falling on a Monday for some reason made me think it wouldn’t be busy.
This was the line at 11:30 a.m.
And I had no coffee in my system.
Or Swedish meatballs.
Here’s to hoping a celebrity doesn’t die in the first two weeks of January.
GIVE US A MONTH, WILL YA??