Happy Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas Eve!!!!!!!
I pray that you all are spending this holiday season with those you love. Today's my younger brother's birthday, so we will absolutely be treating him like King for a Day.

I want to make him some cupcakes. If they turn out nicely, I'll take pictures and put them up......wish me the best!

Don't forget to take some time to think about Who is the true reason for the season. Hint: It's Jesus :)

Homecoming

Today I head back to Georgia to spend the holidays with my fam. I've missed them terribly and weirdly enough, I've missed Georgia, as well. I know, I know...after all the complaining I did....but I do. I miss my church. I miss jogging in my neighborhood. I miss my beauty supply shop. And I miss the amazing natural hairstyles I used to see everyday. Californians really need to hurry and catch up with the natural hair MOVEment.

Anyways, I am excited to be going home and look forward to joking with my sibs, defending my drinking habits to my big sis, and harassing my younger bros.

This is truly the number one reason why I love Christmas. I know it means I get to spend time with the people I love most.

World's most expensive Christmas Tree. It's in Abu Dhabi, and though the artificial tree itself just coast $10, 000, the diamonds, emaralds, and rubies that adorn the tree bring the price to a whopping $11 million!! Why would any tree need to have that many jewels on it? I hope they got serious security over there lol!

What About Wendy's?

My 14 year old brother just gave me unsolicited advice on where I should be looking for a job. Top of his list was Target and McDonald's. Sigh.

When I explained to him hat I was a Psychology major with an interest in law school, he then suggested I get a morning internship as a Psychologist's Assistant so I could still work evenings at Target.

You gotta love kid's frame of mind right now...

But hey, I'm trying to school the kid on a few things: the seriousness of our economic situation, my belief that an excellent field-related position exists just for me, and why McDonald's is not an appropriate job for an Ivy League graduate.

Still Not an Alchie

My mother just asked if there was any wine left. Which there wasn't(still not an alchie). I consider this a win for me cause its always better to drink socially than alone. Even if it is with my mother...sigh.

I would like a nice dessert wine right about now actually....maybe a rose?

Thirsty?

A few days ago, my younger brother said to me; "Nobody wants to be friends with an alcoholic". Now I don't really consider myself an alchie and I certainly haven't been drinking that much at home. A glass of wine here and there (or nightly) is not considered a problem....is it? But if brother has noticed enough to start commenting then, hmmm.... But in my defense, my family could drive anyone to drink.

Due to the fact that I haven't been visiting the bars recently(lack of funds, plus I'm not really much of a bar-hopper), I have kept my my drink of choice to refreshing summer wines such as chardonnays and pinots. At times I do wish I could order a gin and tonic(so very Gossip Girl). Or one of these:

3 of My Favorite Fab Drinks.....for Now

Whiskey Sour: There's just something about Mr. Jack Daniels hooking up with some lemons and sugar that just really does it for me. I once tried to drink whiskey on the rocks, but apparently those are really left for divorced women who reek of cigarette butts working the 10pm-6am shift on the corner. Basically people with far too depressing lives. The whiskey sour, on the other hand, is a classy drink and my all time favorite.



Cosmopolitan: This was my first legally purchased drink and I must say it was a fabulous choice. A cosmo says sophisticated and classy, or you're trying really hard to be. I like to think of myself as simply upscale, but I may have just seen one Sex & the City rerun too many. These tasty drinks can come in so many different flavors, concoctions, etc, it's like a differnt drink each time(except not really). I especially like the ones with the sugar rimmed glasses. What can I say, I'm a girl.




Daiquiri: I once went on vacation to a tropical paradise where I had the most amazing mango daiquiri. It was delectable, made with fresh mangoes, and drunk on a beach while looking out at the Atlantic Ocean. I like to order these to pretend I am back on vacation, soaking up sun without a care in the world. Sigh...nothing like a cocktail made with fresh fruit...



Hmm...listing some of my favorite drinks...if that doesn't say alchie, I don't know what does.

Sunday Morning...

Sunday mornings always start with church. I love church. It's a good place to worship, to meet wonderful people, and to just be surrounded by loving energy. Today after church as I walking to my car I saw one of the young guys from my church and we stopped to talk.

He asked me how old I was and how come I haven't been coming to the youth services. I replied that I haven't been at the church that long and I'm still learning who's who in the congregation. He was like "give me your information and I'll let me know what's happening so that we can keep in touch". So I gave him a megawatt smile and my info of course cause homeboy is pretty good looking and we talked a bit. I won't lie: I sometimes find it hard to concentrate when he's in front of me during the service cause his body.....well, it's bangin.

After sometime he introduces me to another guy in the church who is also on my list of eligible bachelors I'd holla at(or rather, let holla at me). So then he and I talked for a little while and exchanged numbers and I was really feeling the conversation; giving him my oh so fabulous eye-batting and smile combo. So after that lovely interaction I continued to exit the church.

On my way out, I ran into this guy whose always a little too friendly....we exchanged pleasantries and then he started talking about how he should take me out sometime. "Maybe I could take you out to show you around sometime." I believe were his exact words. "Umm...maybe....." was my reply as I smiled politely while glancing around frantically for someone to help me out of this unnecessary situation. Don't get me wrong the guy is ok(but in his early thirties so a little too old for my taste). I just really dislike when people try to come at me blatantly in the church. I mean, I really couldn't tell you what his name is and we haven't had that many conversations so I'm not really sure where he was trying to take me or if i even wanted to find out.... i don't really feel as though dudes at church should be comin at me the same way dudes on the street do--and the encounter just felt mad sketch like I was on the corner of Main St. and Broadway, Anywhere, USA.

But anyways, the encounters all together had me feeling pretty appreciated. I mean it's pretty hard to deny all this fabulousness....

I finally get to the car where my brothers are waiting for me. "Eww..." my little brother says to me, "what's that on your teeth?" WHAT?! I check the car door mirror only to discover I had lipstick stuck on my front teeth. WOMP.