December 2014

Thanks for the Memories, 2014!

2014 wasn't the greatest year for me. Or, really, anyone it seems. 2014 seemed to suck for everyone. I take a little bit of comfort in knowing that on January 1, I won't be the only person realized to see 2014 in the review mirror. That being said, sometimes it's easy to let all the negative overwhelm the positive. So here's everything that happened to me in 2014: 

  • I finished moving into my just completed home & started paying a mortgage.
  • I started reading Geneen Roth books and changing the way I view food (even if it didn't make me change until, oh, 10 months later.) 
  • I got really obsessed with nail stamping. 
  • Remember that time Mucho Gusto featured Danny and I on their social media? And called us hipsters? 
  • Oregon went through an intense cold snap -- and Danny & I survived 4 days without power without killing each other. 
  • I bought Danny his first iPhone for Valentine's Day & he sent me flowers for the first time ever. 
  • I left a job I hated. 
  • I was unemployed for three months. Looking back, I can't remember what I did for all those months. Painted my nails, watched tons of Bones, worked out a lot, went to interviews... basically. 
  • I started another job I hated... and quit after a week. Oops. 
  • I started another job -- and then was offered my dream job. 
  • For three months, I worked two jobs. It doesn't sound that exhausting, but it really, really was. 
  • I joined WeightWatchers. Twice. 
  • I made a lot of homemade lemonade during the summer. And iced tea. Two drinks I used to hate. 
  • Danny and I celebrated our first anniversary. 
  • I attended one of the best weddings ever -- Nate & Amy's!
  • Then Nate & Amy moved in with us for a few months. (And you aren't family until I back into your car. Be warned.) 
  • I fell in love with coffee. Another beverage I used to hate that I can't live without now...
  • I also fell in love with leggings as pants. 
  • I started scrapbooking again. 
  • I made a lot of cupcakes. A lot of cookies. And a lot of other baked goods. 
  • I got sick approximately 100 times. 
  • Danny & I dressed as robbers for Halloween -- with Remus as a bag of money. 
  • I officially quit lifestyle, fashion & beauty blogging. And stopped using Blogger. 
  • I bought & built my first website. 
  • I decorated for Christmas... the day after Halloween. (No shame.) 
  • I started a Fall blog on Tumblr and have almost 8,000 followers, which is somehow deeply embarrassing.
  • Danny & I survived our second trip to Disneyland together -- and I think this one was more fun than the first. 
  • I bought my third pair of Minnie Mouse ears. Oops. 
  • I took an embarrassing number of selfies. 
  • Things I perfected this year: pictures of Remus; filling my brows; winged eyeliner; lipstick. 
  • Danny & I went to see every Marvel movie (and any other superhero movie) this year. 
  • I turned 26 and almost immediately realized I was out of touch with the "youth" (although I still find myself shocked to not be included in teenage demographics...) 
  • I made lots of new friends & let some negative people slip out of my life.
  • I spent everyday with my best friend -- and realized that, through thick and thin, he's the love of my life. 

There Something About the Lights in December

I'm a lover of early Christmas decorations. 

I know, I know. I'm one of those people

Whenever people talk about the Christmas Creep (that delightful moment when Halloween ends and suddenly, everything in stores is replaced with Christmas stuff and it's happening earlier and earlier and faster and faster every year, hence, "the Creep"), they look to me with an expectation of solidarity. "I hate how once Halloween is over, bam! It's Christmas!" Then the piercing look. I gulp. 

"I actually love early Christmas. The longer it lasts, the better," I reply, making a mental note to not invite them to my house until after Thanksgiving. 

Why, you ask? 

I already have my Christmas tree up. In fact, I've had it up since the day after Halloween. 

What can I say? I just get so excited. I just want everything to be peppermint, to be red-and-white striped. I want to wear fair isle sweaters and beanies and snow boots. I want red cups at Starbucks and Christmas music on the radio. I love it. I always have. 

Thursday night, I left work to meet my sister-in-law, Amy. We walked and talked and ate frozen yogurt. After I drove her home, it was starting to get dark (5pm, still early) and I realized that I love that feeling. Those first nights of early evening, when the world seems to turn the lights out at exactly 5:30. The headlights and the neon signs of shopping centers and the stars shining like Christmas lights. I love those early days: it feels magical and crisp and happy. I remember driving home from school or events with my mom, sitting in the front seat and watching the lights shine past me. It reminds me of a lot of things, but mostly, it reminds me of my family and home and being blissfully happy. 

So when it comes to hate towards the Christmas Creep, I have to be perfectly honest: you won't find kinship with me.