I like the holidays for the same reason I like most things. Food. I'm serious. Which is why I was so upset to be congested and unable to taste this year. It was like the best part of Christmas was ruined for a fat girl like me. I mean, sure - loved ones and presents. And Jesus being born. All that stuff is nice too, don't get me wrong. But the food.... the baked goods. The candy. So, so disappointing. I blame my carrier monkey children, the germ laden school they attend and my lack of motivation for disinfection. Also, I blame Tiger Woods. Somehow this is all his fault.

I definitely enjoy the holidays more now that I have children with which I can share the fun, exciting kid things about Christmas. I mean, sure my husband is a large, overgrown child-like manboy. But he doesn't believe in all the fun festivities. Like Santa and such. And the threat of bad behavior causing piles of crap to be left for you under the tree. Or bags of farts. That's what you get in my house from Santa if you're bad. It's true. One year Jamie got a bag of farts. A big bag. I tell my children it's the very reason that he farts so much. Or maybe he has some strange, excess gas problem in his colon. Cause that's totally possible. I think I spend way too much time talking about bodily functions, particularly poop and gas. Moving on.

This is the time of year that I start thinking about what promises I can make myself for the new year and then immediately disappoint myself by breaking everyone of them by January 3rd. I mean - sure - there's the standards. Eat less. Work out more. Stop cussing. Update my match.com profile to say I'm married. You know... all the basic stuff. But seriously, am I the only one who thinks too much into this crap? I mean, that whole new year, fresh beginning thing... am I just a nerd? You can tell me. I can take it. They called me Sasquatch in high school, I'm numb to most insults. For real.

I guess I've just had so much change recently. A new job. Then another new job. Then, yet another new job. That's right - 3 new jobs in one year. I'm a nurse. It happens, ok? It's not my lack of responsibility so much as it's just a severe lack of opportunities in the failing job market mixed with my wanting to be appreciated while not killing anyone. Also, I'd rather not commute 2 hours to and fro work. 2 hours is way too much time to spend in your car. Especially when you're headed to a place that isn't the greatest. And I'll leave it at that.

Wow. I should go now. I will add more later should I feel inspired. Otherwise, have a safe and happy new year. Don't drink and drive because that would be super bad.