I have a list of blogs that I want to write. It's kept as a running list on my phone. Currently, the list sits as:

-Ryan is a hobbit
-Food etiquette for holiday parties
-Breakfast food
-Tap dancing
-Ice Skating with kids
-Nativity set
-The thankful jar
-Bathroom chalkboard.

Ryan IS a hobbit. That will be its own post.

I have no idea why I wanted to write about food etiquette at holiday parties. I'm not even sure what that means. Breakfast food? Not sure what that means either. Other than I really really really really love breakfast food. More than other foods. The most.

Tap dancing: I face a constant dilemma of whether or not to bring my tap shoes with me. The "should I bring my tap shoes" conversation in my head is quite regular. The answer is always, always yes. Tap dancing is another one of my favorite things. Maybe I should make a "Favorite Things" list like Oprah.

I went ice skating with Aunt's offspring. One was terrified and hated it. The other was pissed because she wasn't an instant professional. Most of the time was spent trying not to fall when the were constantly tripping me. But--it was awesome. :)

My nativity set is the best. It's beautiful. It's not out yet. It will be soon.

In 2013 I am going to have a Thankful Jar and write all the things I'm thankful for on little pieces of paper and put it in there. I hope I make it until February without forgetting it.

I have a chalkboard in my bathroom. I write inspiring things on it. Things like "Be more awesome." But also other things that actually are inspiring and lovely. Right now it's "You are enough. You have enough. You do enough." In the past it has also said "Dwight, you ignorant slut."

People I don't look like.

I look like my mom. Yes, I have come to terms with it. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. I look like Brother. Which is fine. I look slightly like my dad. And oddly like some cats. But I do not look like my aunt Karen.

The Mom

Brother

 A Cat

The Aunt and her offspring. Yes. Previously Seen

The world begs to differ. In the past week two separate individuals that I do not know at all have proclaimed that I look just like her as they walk into my office.


Weird.

No. This really isn't up for discussion.

Brother is a badger and apparently has redeeming qualities

Remember the day when Brother tried to "compliment" me by calling me an orange? You don't? Oh, well please, read about it here.

This story actually takes place a few weeks back, but it must be shared. It starts off on a morning. Let's say it was a Tuesday morning. My mom called. Which is weird, since she is quite aware of my morning rules. Here's a (roughly retold) transcript of that conversation.

Mom: "Hi. I just thought you should hear this story about your brother."
Me: "Why."
Mom: "Well, he was working at the Habitat for Humanity house and they were teasing him for being so young, (*note--he's 22. Not that young.) and he was trying to work on something that he didn't have the right tools for. So he improvised. He just got a stick and a rock and made do. While he was working on that, one of the guys came up to him and said, 'You must be a farm boy, huh?"
Me: "Why are you telling me this story? It's nice, but still, why?"
Mom: "Well, I thought you could write about this on your blog so people know that even though his compliments are insults, he has some redeeming qualities."
Me: "Ok Mom. I will write about it. But I am going to write it in exactly the way that you just said it to me."
Mom: "That kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?"
Me: "Yep."

.....that sort of leads into the next part of the story......

A few days after that conversation, Brother's Girlfriend posts on my wall: " Last Friday [Brother] and I stopped and had a drink at a bar. We were talking about something and I said, "You dog." and he says, "I am not a dog. I'm a badger." I didn't ask for an explanation on this one since I know how the orange explanation went. So now you have an orange and a badger in the family. I wonder what [Sister] will grow up to be."

What a kid, my Brother.

Christmas Booze.

Happy Christmas to me. There was a sale on Jameson.

Now I will be merry and bright and have cheeks as rosy as Rudolf's nose.

I also bought puff pastry. Which seemed entirely necessary.

Things I woke up with:

This morning, as I woke up, I looked around me. The following is a list of things that were in bed with me or within arms reach:

1. An empty box of kleenex.
2. Jessica (my iphone)
3. Gerald, the giant stuffed rainbow sherbert dragon. I had to find him last night so we could watch How to Train Your Dragon together before bed
4. George (the Curious one)
5. An empty wine glass
6. A water bottle
7. A sleeve of oreos
8. Some pepper
9. A warm pair of pajamas that I traded out because I was too hot
10. A soup pot upside down serving as a stand for my empty wine glass
11. NyQuil
12. A pile of clean laundry (which explains why I was so warm)

Happy Thursday everyone!