The holidays are here and its time to go back east! If you weren't already aware, I am from Massachusetts. No, not Boston. Contrary to popular belief, there are other places to live in Massachusetts. Leading Man and I are making our way from LA to New Jersey to see his family, then up to Massachusetts to see mine. I am so excited I could shoot sunny beams of glittering light out of my ass. I cannot convey how excited I am to see my amazing friends, my fantastic family, and my dog (more on him in another post). After 6 months away, I am more than ready to get out of LA and see my loved ones. One thing lies between me and a fun old fashioned family Christmas:
THE FLIGHT.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Making a list, checking it twice.
Ahhhhh....sigh. The most wonderful time of the year is upon us, yet again. I have loved Christmas from the time I was a little baby Super Blonde. Having an enormous family, the Christmas season is the time when we all get together, sit by the fire, laugh, hug, remember making plans to catch Santa in the act, and sing Christmas songs. Yes, seriously. We really do that. The magic in the air is something I look forward to every year. I usually start playing my Christmas music before Thanksgiving and don't stop until I take my tree down at the end of January. True story. The smell of cinnamon, baking goodies, frosty air, snow, family....these things are Christmas to me.
Cue the sound of screeching tires.
There very few things that kill my blonde buzz faster than shopping during the holiday season. What has Christmas turned into?! Screaming babies, crowded stores, overpriced merchandise, and a general cloud of misery do not a happy shopping experience make. There are few things Super Blonde likes more than shopping, so to make this experience miserable is quite a feat. But, nonetheless, it happens each year around this time. I usually find myself doing three things when I go Christmas shopping:
1. Cursing at total strangers who dare to get in my way.
2. Getting pissed off that this retail disaster is what Christmas has turned into.
3. Getting distracted by something pretty and buying it for myself.
Due to the fact that I am a procrastinator by nature, I usually leave my shopping until the very last minute and find myself among a mall full of husbands, brothers, and boyfriends (and any other male role to fall into). Yep, just me and the guys.
What is your holiday shopping game plan? Do you tediously cross things off an itemized list? Or do you wing it like me?
Cue the sound of screeching tires.
There very few things that kill my blonde buzz faster than shopping during the holiday season. What has Christmas turned into?! Screaming babies, crowded stores, overpriced merchandise, and a general cloud of misery do not a happy shopping experience make. There are few things Super Blonde likes more than shopping, so to make this experience miserable is quite a feat. But, nonetheless, it happens each year around this time. I usually find myself doing three things when I go Christmas shopping:
1. Cursing at total strangers who dare to get in my way.
2. Getting pissed off that this retail disaster is what Christmas has turned into.
3. Getting distracted by something pretty and buying it for myself.
Due to the fact that I am a procrastinator by nature, I usually leave my shopping until the very last minute and find myself among a mall full of husbands, brothers, and boyfriends (and any other male role to fall into). Yep, just me and the guys.
What is your holiday shopping game plan? Do you tediously cross things off an itemized list? Or do you wing it like me?
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