Yes, have off today and tomorrow. My last two days off before Christmas so I have a lot to do. Definitely need to run today. Like seriously, I’m going to run. But first, write. Have a major headache, though, and can’t seem to get rid of it – maybe eating will help. Make some scrambled eggs and toast. My head still hurts. It’s afternoon now. I head upstairs but make an announcement first. I’m going to change into running clothes so I actually run. As if by saying it out loud it holds me accountable. Walk into my room and my head is pounding. The bed looks so comfortable; if I just lay down for a minute I’ll feel better. Or ninety. Still laying in bed and can’t seem to motivate myself to run. I have so many other things to do today and all I’ve done is some writing. There’s a long list waiting for me downstairs.
Call Lauren and she doesn’t answer. Call Mom and talk to her for a while. OK, it’s time to get up. Finally go out for a slow five mile run. It feels good. Now I’m motivated to get things done and it’s 5pm. Such a procrastinator. Head out to Kohl’s to get a sweater for Christmas Day, since we’re actually going somewhere – to Ron and Phyllis’ place in San Diego. Ron and Phyllis were close friends of Aunt Jody’s. Phyllis is one of “the girls”. Last year when Mike and I visited California we stayed with them for a couple nights and they were amazing to us. They invited us for Christmas and as soon as I found out Mike doesn’t have to work at his internship the day after Christmas, I emailed Phyllis to tell her we were coming and couldn’t wait. She said Troy could come, too.
Stop at CVS for some Christmas things and then Ralph’s for some beverages for Christmas. Obviously wine, and then brandy and creme de menthe for Stingers. It’s tradition. Every year we do a Stinger shot in memory of Aunt Jody. I really don’t like them very much, but it’s tradition. And I bet Ron and Phyllis will appreciate the gesture.
Get back around 7:30 to make dinner: grilled chicken, rice-a-roni, and some green giant frozen vegetables. A perfectly well-balanced meal of processed food. While cooking dinner and getting ready to bake cookies, A Charlie Brown Christmas plays in the background. Snoopy is so funny and Charlie is so sarcastic – it gets better every time I see it. Next is Santa Claus is Coming to Town – whoever made this film was on some serious drugs. Then Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Lots of bullying in this one, and Santa condones it! Oh well, it’s still a classic. After dinner Mike puts on The Family Stone. I LOVE this movie. It’s become quite a favorite of mine. Of course I cry every time. Every time we watch it Mike says the same thing about Diane Keaton. “She reminds me so much of your Mom in this, it’s scary.” Really? I don’t know why. Except maybe when she talks about Brad Stevenson popping Amy’s cherry like it’s totally acceptable to talk about that in front of guests. My Mom would definitely embarrass me like that. Somehow I don’t think that’s why she reminds Mike of my Mom.
I linger in the kitchen baking cookies and drinking wine and laughing and crying at the movie. As the cookies come out of the oven I have Troy and Mike try them. They are pretty tasty. I have a weakness for homemade cookies. Must come from Dad. Mom doesn’t really have a sweet tooth. Dad could eat cookies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He’s kind of ridiculous. Courtney has become the one person in the house who has to bake cookies every year. I don’t know why. I like doing it but I’m not always around, and neither is Sarah. Mom is busy cooking appetizers and other food for the day, and Christine is just lazy and probably says she doesn’t know how to bake cookies. Mom always wants her to do it in advance. She boxes them up in tupperware and leaves them on the back porch. Not anymore. Dad knows to look back there. Now she has to find hiding spots for them so he doesn’t eat them all before Christmas. No joke.
I’ve enjoyed a night of Christmas cheer and look forward to more Christmas fun for the rest of the week. Christmas goes by so fast. I want to hold on to it for a little longer.