Merry Christmas!
T’was rather uneventful around here. Which is actually how I like my holidays really. My family tends to be rambunctious and full of drama (IE: my aunt’s neighbors calling the cops on thanksgiving cause my dad and uncle were wrestling on the front lawn) so quiet is pretty rare. And freaking sweet as hell.
Tuesday, the day before Christmas Eve, I had to get up early and go to work. I was late. Because I couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed until 6:30am which means I only woke Colin up then and it takes him a solid fifteen minutes to respond. Meaning we left the house at ten till. Didn’t really matter. Dave has this thing where if Julie is there to bother him, he’ll tolerate just about anything. As long as he takes lots of smoke breaks. Which, he does. The work load wasn’t bad, so I got out on time and then came home to get ready to go to Gram’s.
The family party this year, was actually planned in advance, so my part of the family could all go. Normally they tell us the day before and are surprised when some of us are missing. None of them have ever worked a job where they couldn’t make their own hours, so they don’t get the requesting off thing. I love them… but they’re a little out of touch I guess.
Anyway, the party wasn’t too bad because I had Colin watching out for me, and my cousins to herd. So none of the adults could corner me and get all “Are you sure that this Vet Tech place is going to give you a good education? You know a four year school offers so much more… blah blah blah I’m right. You’re young and don’t know jack shit about your own life.”
I know they mean well and love me.
But filling my head with self-doubt… not exactly the best thing ever.
Colin deflected my Uncle Joe, who happens to normally be the worst offender. So he was my hero of the evening. As was Gracie, the youngest of the steps. The little peanut latched onto me for some reason (just like her brothers both did when they were her age) and just kind of stuck with me most of the night. She was showing us how to play Wii bowling (that’s what Grams and Dick got for Christmas) and my dad couldn’t remember how old she was.
Me: “Gracie, how old are you? Are you 4?”
And I was pretty sure she was too.
But…. She looks at me like *yeah right* does a freaking neck roll and says
“Psh, no. I’m four and a half.” with the biggest attitude I’ve ever seen on a child that small. I adore her.
Christmas Eve I had to be at work early again, but it was a lot busier than it had been the day before. It was also one of the best times I’ve had at work in a long time. I worked on the orders with Anna, danced around with Kim (aka Kimber, Katrina, and more recently Kimberella), and was almost as ecstatic as Mari was when The Little Drummer Boy came on instead of the normal crappy renditions of Santa Baby (as well as many other annoyingly repeating lousy Christmas songs). Know why? This is why. They played this at Giant Eagle. It made me so happy I almost cried.
Pretty much my favorite Christmas song ever.
My family does presents on Christmas Eve, so when I got home we started getting everything ready, the food and presents wrapped.
Colin and I went for joint presents this year, cause I don’t have much money and he’s a really good brother. That and he sucks at picking out presents for people. He just can’t get a hold of an idea I guess. His heart is in it though.
I have to work early tomorrow, so I think I’ll cut this short and continue tomorrow.
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