The Most Busy Time of the Year

So I've let this blog go. This is not to say that I was ever a frequent poster (well, except for when I was in France keeping a crazy 12-hour per week work schedule and climbing the walls with boredom), but this month has been particularly hectic.

To start, every year I like to make Christmas cookies for every possible event in my life. This year that meant 4 dozen for our holiday party, 6 dozen for teachers and kids at school, and about 2 dozen for my own personal backside enlargement. I hate decorating cookies, but luckily my lovely roommate adores it and so she kindly decorated all but a dozen of these cookies.

While I'm on the subject, let me just say that it is impossible to kick a bad habit once it has been formed. Brittany's laundry detergent fell off the washing machine and spilled all over the floor earlier on in the year, and we all vowed never to leave anything on it while it was in the particularly vigorous spin cycle. I renewed my vow to keep breakable things containing liquid in them off the apparatus when my grape gingerale in the glass cup fell off the machine a few weeks later. While making cookies, the pan fell to the floor not once, but twice before I remember not to just leave things sitting there. All is well, though... floor dirt adds a little je ne sais quoi - it's my new secret ingredient.

I digress... another thing that has kept me busy this season has been finding a new roommate. Remember how I mentioned we were going to have a lovely new roommate named Aly living in Brittany's room? Well, that didn't quite work out as planned. Luckily we found a new roommate who I hope will be equally as awesome. His name is Pete and his claim to fame is that he cycled across the country this summer (which is, as my sister would say, PFA).

More recently I've also found the most amazing graduate program ever which I am dying to attend. Unfortunately it would require me to quit my job (which I love) and come up with $20k a semester... after double checking I've confirmed money really doesn't grow on trees, so that sort of put the kabosh on those plans. Still, it's fun to dream.

Tomorrow I am heading home for the holidays on my favorite mind-numbing train route. I'm really looking forward to going home this year, perhaps more so than normal.

I wish whoever reads this the happiest of holidays and a memorable New Year.

Via Brittany