- It's also going to feel a lot like Christmas when I get my extremely overpriced 5 ft nothing tree off the streets of Chelsea and set it up so it shines with the Empire State Building behind it.
- In keeping with the holiday spirit, I tried to make a gingerbread house only to find out I didn't have the necessary ingredients ... you know, like a rolling pin or hand mixer. This is what happens when it's not socially acceptable to register when you move into your own place.
- On Saturday I burnt a bit of a hole in my credit card to do some holiday shopping (gifts for myself included). I bought a snood (read: a hooded scarf; not to be confused with the popular computer game that helped me through a summer internship). Super fun accessory, but not as much fun as saying the word 'snood'. Go on, give it a try.
- Our company office does some thoughtful things around the holidays. A food drive for Thanksgiving, and "Winter Wishes" to help provide toys and wishes to local children in need. I've clearly turned my "Winter Wish" into an adoption (I'm selfless like that). My daughter asked simply for Santa to bring her a Hello Kitty doll and Hello Kitty sweater. Well you know what Mariana? Mommy's going to one up you with a Hello Kitty doll AND Hello Kitty tutu'd dress. That's right baby. You're going to be the best dressed little girl this side of the Hudson. De nada.
- A recent, random Facebook poke made me think. What's the deal with the Facebook 'poke' and why haven't they done away with it when they introduced those confusing and awful new profile set-ups? If you or someone you know have been woo'd or interested in someone merely through a Facebook poke, please contact me.
- Over the weekend I stopped in HomeGoods to buy some extra holiday decorations. I presented the cashier with, among other things, the tree skirt. She asked me what it was, so I went on to explain. She then paused, looked me over, smiled and told me I looked like a model or actress and sounded like her ... but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Nooo, it wasn't Julia Roberts.. but who was it? She called in back-up, the cashier next to her, who said "yep, you definitely look like a model/actress". The modest person I am was clearly loving every minute - wondering what awesome star she'd come back to say I resembled. Customers next to me craned over to see if they could recognize me. I watched the cashier's wheels turning as she thought up who I might be ... and the light come on as she placed it.
- Cashier -"Ohhhh, yea. You're not going to like this."
- Whispering to coworker - "No way!"
- HMOH - "Go on, now you have to tell me."
- Cashier - "Well, I mean you look like a younger version of her."
- HMOH - "Do tell."
- Cashier - "A younger version of Lindsay Lohan, not when she's a crackhead. But you sound like her so much. You should go blonde."
While they went on to tell me the Beibs had just stopped by their HomeGoods, I took my shit and left the store wondering if it made sense to immediately jump into traffic. I tried to figure out how old a younger version of Lindsay Lohan was - 14? 15? and did she really mean I look like her because I am soooo skinny? Don't answer that.Well, with that I've realized that I've got Christmas on the brain and am fully prepared to enjoy the festivities for the next coming weeks. Holiday festivities, that is. Not to be confused with "festivities" my doppelganger, Lindsay Lohan, would partake in.
Happy Tuesday all.
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