A Christmas Story: American Pie

I'm glad to report that I got my shopping done on time for my family to get here for Christmas! Yay! Just in time for the merriment to begin! Allow me to recap:


Dad got pulled into my HSM show. And stole it, I might add. Too bad the hat was too small for his head.

Then I forced them to dance in the rain in Block Party Bash. I really couldn't tell you what any of us are doing, but it's probably not original choreography.

Then they all met Sorcerer Mickey and his friends at Fantasmic! They were much more poised and eloquent than the last time they met characters, I must say.

So let me explain a family tradition:

At home on holidays, we all play a game with family and friends called "Shake of the Day" that involves a cup and five dice. Like Yahtzee, the object is to shake up the dice in the cup, and roll five of a kind. Except you put money in the pot to play, and put in more to get an extra roll. The good news is, if you get five of a kind, you get half of the money in the pot! I won twenty bucks on Easter of '09. It's very intense.

Well, since we weren't at home, we did our own SHAKE of the day...

Dad won.

The point of my story is, they brought Christmas. As crazy and exhausted as we all got, we didn't care as long as we kept eating and laughing. And we did.

Merry Christmas. May you laughter fill all the holes and drifts in your life, as it did in mine.

A Christmas Story: 12 Days of Africa

I found more Christmas. This video illustrates how my brain waves go haywire this time of year. Watch, enjoy, and relate.

A Christmas Story: Miracle on Gilford Point Lane

Last night, my roomies and I had a little Christmas pow wow before one of us (not me or Sara) swam away to sail around the world.

*find me in the ornament reflection*

Ansley got me this fancy wine glass with divas like me in chic outfits like me.

Sara got me this penis enlarger..........JUST KIDDING! It's a cookie press!

Look at all the cookies I can make! See how it pays to be friends with me?

Then Ansley bossed Chad around.

And we took a last roommate picture in front of the cardboard tv/fireplace mantle with ribbons on our heads.

Sofia thought we looked appalling.


Then we got drunk and passed out under the tree.

Then we woke up and we were stuck.

And we laughed about how funny Ansley's neck looks in the previous picture.

So we went back to sleep and waited for Santa....or Sofia.




I'm glad we took time out of our schedule of stress and packing to laugh for awhile. I found a little bit of Christmas by our front window...

Are you peacocking?...

So I was eating my eggs and my toast this morning, using my pants as a napkin, and I realized how much I love peacocks.

I think they're the most gorgeous creatures that I wish I was, aside from a hippogriff.

They've been around since ancient chinese times, which means they're probably smarter than us.

Oops, someone forgot to color this one in.

I want this ceiling in my townhome RIGHT NOW.

And I want this dress on my twirling body RIGHT NOW.

Maybe I'll wait awhile to put this one on. But isn't it amazing???




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A Christmas Story: O Come, All Ye Humble

I KNOW, CELINE!!! I KNOW!!!!!!

This time of year is particularly starshined because big time celebrities swoop into DisneyWorld from across the land and grace us with their talent. And they don't even need to lip sync...er......

Anyway, today "the greatest singer in all the world" came to sing to "all ye faithful" and so, Brycrasch and I waded through the rain to the lobby of the Grand Floridian. As a sternum beating singer myself, I knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Risers overflowed with robed choir members, cameras swung on dollies, rafters and balconies flooded with guests, glittered trees and giant wrapped boxes twinkled in rigged lighting, and I found myself wedged in a sardined crowd of people, the majority of which who towered over me, waiting for Celine Dion to float onstage and open her pipes to my anxious, humble soul. I had hopes for finding my "meaning of Christmas" through simply being in the presence of the superstar that belted the theme song to the movie that made me want to be an actor at 12 years old. Even if she didn't do anything, I knew that just having a brush with superstardom would've had me on a high for months. But the time clock at block party ticked away...

And I had to leave right before she came out.

I was very upset. After cursing my job for the thousandth time, and feeling injustice drown me in the rain, I realized that Celine Dion couldn't bring me Christmas this year. I'd have to keep searching for it.

Would've been cool though....

Thinspiration

I had a wonderful night of THINspiration broadcast to me on television the other night. Let's recap.

I don't normally watch The Biggest Loser, but it absolutely THINspired me to see people who've overcome years of obesity and gotten their lives back. If they can do that, I can certainly drop a size or two.



THEN I watched the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show..... I don't think I need to explain myself.

But I love these wings.

So I got up and went to the gym the next day, balls to the walls.






Can you keep a secret?

I got emotional when Heidi took the catwalk. She's so iconic.