27,000 (Metaphorical) Words
Around Thanksgiving I told myself I was not allowed to post anything until after I sent out all of my Christmas cards. Every year, I notoriously finish drawing my annual letter around Turkey Day, and then end up mailing it closer to Valentine’s Day. At this point, four years into being all adult and sending Christmas cards, the timeline is as much a tradition as the card itself.
That being said, last week I mailed the last installment of Christmas cards on my list. I am still behind as far as national standards go, but ahead for my average. I blame my husband for making me a more punctual person.
I could attribute my self-imposed deadline as a reason for not updating in so long, but that would not be an entire truth. The entire truth would be that I have been so busy that when I have half-an-hour to make an entry, all I want to do is sit on my couch with my cat and my husband and drink wine. To make up for the last two months, I am going to make this much more fun for everyone and catch up with pictures. Because, you know, everything is better with pictures (or so I learned from my middle school blogging days)
To pick up where I left off, here is Joanna. We are still friends. She is still awesome. Yay and stuff.
Matt was born! I made a cake! Hooray!
Matt and I celebrated Christmas Charlie Brown style with the smallest Christmas tree ever.
Bluebell fell in love with the tree and never left its side.
No. Seriously. She never left the tree.
Never
Left
This
Tree
Ever ❤
She was depressed for days after we got rid of it.
Matt and I saw Delta Rae in concert and I got this picture with their keyboardist/vocalist. You can tell I wasn’t excited at all about this. At all. Not even a little.
Oh. And I learned how to fly.
More like Matt and I flew home for Christmas and somehow I managed pack my giant DSLR and come back to The City Of Angels with only these two pictures:
This picture of these shaggy, scruffy heads.
And this happy face.
So here are a few crappy cell pictures to supplement my time back with friends and family:
Huni Buni and I. Reunited and feeling so good.
Matt and I went skating outside and I froze to death. Also, Aaron photobombed us.
Traditional family cookie decoration. My favorite was the mitten turned into Bruce from Finding Nemo crying tears of regret from trying to eat Marlin and Dori.
In that week there was also 3 other Christmas celebrations, the filming of Matt’s first self-written, self-produced short film, seeing many friends, 2 holiday parties, and a wedding. Did I take pictures of any of this? No. Fail.
Back in LA I hit work full swing with my two Snickerdoodles, A (age 6) and S (age 3). We had a lot of adventures together before school got started again. They include, but were not limited to the following:
THE ZOO
Where Meerkats stand with pride.
- And where this little guy almost convinced me that goats are not entirely evil. Almost.
A MUSEUM:
Where T-Rex practices ballet.
Where dinosaurs have heads bigger than my entire body.
And where someone taxidemied these elephants. Who? Elifino.
BACK AT HOME:
Where S took the most startlingly accurate portrait of me. Ever. This is how I feel every day.
So Happy New Year! and here is to hoping that I am better about posting things in the future.
Don’t get your hopes up.