i'd prefer.

i need to write. i don't necessarily have anything i need to write about, i just need to. plus i should write about christmas so i don't forget the details.

i sort of hoped that james would come to dinner, but he didn't make it. he left his phone in carson and had to go back to reno to get it... so yeah. it didn't work out.

i tried to help my mom in the kitchen this year. i try every year, but sometimes there are too many people and i just don't want to add to the madness. this year no one was really helping, so i tried. i made the mashed potatoes. not a hard job. but i managed to mess them up. when my mom went to the store today, they didn't have our kind of milk. so she had to get the other kind. not good. we thought it would be okay to use the gross milk in the potatoes and conserve the good milk for drinking... wrong. the potatoes just didn't taste right and i swear it was the milk, not my mixing abilities.

dinner was entertaining. i didn't have my new camera yet, so i used my sister's to take some pictures. i'll post some of them on here maybe tomorrow. we were trying to get a picture of the whole family by using the timer... so i ended up putting the camera in the window shutter :] and it turned out to be the perfect photographer. not a whole lot of note-worthy dinner conversation took place, just that we were joking with my sister about her shirt. it was a little low cut and my dad made a comment that she better not wear a low cut shirt tomorrow when we have company. it sort of escalated and my dad said "well i'd prefer if you didn't wear a shirt that goes down to your navel." it made me laugh out loud. coming from my dad... i don't know. it was just funny.

after mom and i did the dishes and everyone else watched the grinch, we had our little christmas. i didn't really expect to get much. i knew i was getting my camera, and i knew i was getting some clothes that i picked out with my mom... plus there's the $12,000 to fix my car... so i was super excited when my dad came out of his room with two blue bags. one for my sister and one for me plus there was one under the tree for mom. amanda said that last time they were in vegas, my dad snuck it back into the hotel room under his shirt. :] good work, dad. so, is it sad that tiffany jewelry makes me so happy? [i guess it's going to be sad for my future husband, huh?] tomorrow i will add a picture or two of our little christmas. all in all, i think it was a good christmas for everyone.

i brought a small bag of crafty things home with me... but i haven't put anything to use yet. i'm sort of struggling. i was hoping to work on my art journal a bit, but i don't know if it's going to happen. and everytime i try to scrap, i lay out a page and then i have to let it sit... i have adhesive-phobia or something. so i end up laying out pages, but not adhering a single thing, then moving them aside to make [but not quite] more. so on top of this unfinished canvas by my desk, i just have a pile of incomplete pages. finally the other night, i decided they had marinated long enough. it felt good to actually finish a bunch of them. so i guess the cure is to remember how good it felt to finish them, and just sit down and make things. no more letting them marinate. ha. i need a sewing maching too. i keep telling myslef it would help. maybe with some christmas money.

ok. i think that's enough writing for no one but me to read. :]