Merry Christmas!
and a Happy New Year!
Tom is in town so I’ve been busy spending time with him, eating Thai food and seeing some Broadway shows.
Tomorrow, we head home to Long Island for Christmas Eve madness. Pretty sure I’m making red velvet cake balls. Pretty sure they will be the hit of the festivities.
My father’s urine sample from his pre-op physical came back abnormal and we unfortunately have to wait until Monday to find out if his surgery is still a go for the 29th. This is throwing a little sadness and stress into his holiday cheer so if you could cross your fingers once again for my pops, that’d be fantastic of you. IT’S ALWAYS SOMETHING, AMIRITE?
I will keep you posted. If everything is alright, dad is set for a new hip next Wednesday and we are pretty thrilled about it. Let’s just hope that happens.
In the mean time, I totally rocked my Christmas shopping this year. Seriously, I did. It’s not every year you find a magnetic finger puppet of Nietzsche for your brother the atheist, RIGHT??? COME ON.
I hope all of you have a very merry Christmas and a very celebratory Kwanzaa. I’m super excited to be home with my family, to wheel my dad to Christmas mass, to listen to Amy Grant’s Christmas album while my mom bakes cookies, to sit in front of the fireplace with a new book, to watch my older brother open his magnetic finger puppet of Nietzsche.
You know, the usual.
Merry merry Christmas little blog family! You have inspired me to keep writing and you have kept me and my family afloat this year with your comments and encouragement and well wishes. I am so happy to have built a tiny community on the internet, where I can always depend on Meggie to Tweet me about Glee and Tim Eimiller to leave a completely irrelevant comment on my blog about The Who.
MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!
May your days be merry and bright.
And may my torn Achilles tendon heal magically overnight in communion with the saints in glory. Amen.
Love,
Laura
PS. Here is a picture of me that was taken without my knowledge at my office Christmas party. It looks like I am gazing in wonder, full of the warmth and holiness of the season. I am actually watching the head of my department sing her karaoke version of “I Touch Myself”. Also, I’d been drinking for seven hours at the time this photo was taken.
CHEERS!
Well, it can only get better after that…
Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas!! Hope y’all have a good time!! and my thoughts are hoping that all goes well for Uncle Paul!!! Merry Merry and Happy Happy!!
The roommates went home for Christmas so I have the whole place to myself for the next week and half or so. I did go home for Thanksgiving, and Christmas in NYC is magical, so I don’t think I’ll be too depressed about spending Christmas alone, but I went to the supermarket and bought a mango just in case.
My comments about The Who may appear to be irrelevant, but THEY’RE NOT. You see, I believe that there are two kinds of people in this world – people who love The Who, and people who don’t yet know that they love The Who. Introducing people to the wonders of The Who is probably my favorite thing to do. If you were to ever call me up and say, “Hey, I’m coming to your place so you can show me what all this Who hype is about,” I would literally do a cartwheel for joy. So, be careful if you do that, because if I’m in my apartment at the time I will probably crash into something and acquire an impressive bruise. I recommend initiating the conversation with, “Hey, Tim, where are you?” and proceeding from there accordingly. If I say I’m traipsing through Central Park, for example, drop The Who proposition and cartwheels will safely ensue. If I say I’m on a bus, well… my safety and the safety of everyone in my immediate vicinity will be in your hands.
Have a very Merry Christmas! I lit a candle for your tendon and your Dad’s hip at Saint Patrick’s Christmas Eve Mass. It was at the Saint Paul candle stand. There are candle stands all over the place in there. I don’t know if Saint Paul is the patron saint of tendon-healing and hip replacements or anything, but his was the nearest. It was kind of crowded in there.
Merry Christmas Laura and have a happy New year
HEY LAWRA. LOOK AT THAT I’M ON YOUR BLAWG. I’M A CELEBRITY.
DID YOU SEE THE GLEE CHRISTMAS EPISODE, IT WAS AWWWWFUL. YEAH I SAID IT.
Yeah dude! It was awful. I was so over that show after Rocky Horror but they sucked me back in with the gay bully storyline and now I’m back to hating it. #EMOTIONALROLLERCOASTER
Tim – You know Paul is my dad’s name, right? St. Paul. Paul, my dad. Weird.
Actually, no, I did not know that his name is Paul. I’ve just been saying prayers for “Laura’s Dad”. I guess I’ll stick with the Saint Paul candle stand the next time I’m in Saint Patrick’s.