(My Original Blog Post: http://seriouslyawkward.com/2008/12/18/apartments-just-dont-smell-like-christmas/)
There are exactly three days standing between me and a cozy spot in front of my parent’s fireplace, unceasingly eating peanut butter balls like they’re going out of style. THREE. MORE.DAYS. I’m not sure what it is, but I never feel even slightly excited about Christmas until I walk in the door of the ol’ childhood home and my Grinchy-ness is overcome by a triple smackdown of delicious baking smells, decorations plastered everywhere, and the ridiculously over-sized tree that occupies a a good third of the livingroom. Needless to say, I am pretty excited about finally being able to get into the ‘spirit’ here shortly.
I did manage to conquer my Christmas shopping this year with near military efficiency; my gift list was compiled at the start of December, and I only needed two shopping trips and a three hour marathon of wrapping to be done with the presents. Aside from stocking stuffers for S, I can pretty much put my wallet away for the rest of the season and take it easy. EXCEPT of course, for my dad and I’s yearly Christmas Eve tradition, better known as “Father-and-Daughter-Shopping-on-Christmas-Eve-At-The-Last-Minute-Because-Dad- is-a-Horrible-Procrastinator Extravaganza”. Yes, it really IS as fun as it sounds.
I also plan on carving out some time during break to work on this. A self imposed ‘Annual Review’ seems like a much more grounded alternative to making New Year’s resolutions, plus Chris Guillebeau is even swell enough to throw in a free spreadsheet to take all the work out of it for you.
