EJ and I kept our Christmas tradition going tonight by slapping another tree on the top of the car and dragging it in. I decorated the tree alone again but dragged the child by the ear to help me with the last touches. In the end, we ended with a replica of last year.
This week is going to be crazy for me. Tomorrow I shoot for the work calender (2 years ago I landed this award winning pose and picture). Wednesday I'm attending a fundraiser. Thursday I fly to Vegas to catch up with a friend, Christmas shop and have a fancy dinner. I fly back Friday. Pick up Kate from the airport and pull an all nighter. Head up to Park City Saturday. Then Sunday get the crew together for brunch, that includes my BFF and Jamie Lynn (who by the way, is our new Miss Utah). Congratulations to that pretty thing.
It's going to be a fun week. Things always seem to be real hectic around this time of year, doesn't it? It's the holiday hangover that I'm not looking forward to. You know, the fun holiday stuff and New Years and on January 2, you're left broke, a little blue, with a real hangover and in my case (and hopeful not a replica of last year) alone.
I'm trying to stay in good spirits inspite the fact that I'm dealing with the boy department being on a low and a weird limbo. I don't know if I'm coming or going (which I will reside the same old song and dance I have been singing lately..."I'm not ready to talk about it blah blah blah fart blaaaaah"). I'm just getting really good at not being good at it. HAA!! I will get it right, someday.
Is it bad that I'm shopping for myself around this time?
Tis The Season.