A Collective Christmas

This year my mom broke her leg, which means that Christmas is pretty much up to me. To demonstrate in a small scale why this is a bad idea, I'll go through what our Christmas tree would be like if it were left entirely up to one family member:
If my Mom does the tree: There'd be a tiny tree, probably small enough to stand on a table, so she doesn't have to move any furniture around and she'd make us put all of our ornaments on, so that each limb has about 5 things hanging off it. There'd be multicolored lights, tinsel and an angel on top. This is convienent 'cuz all the presents can go not under the tree, but under the table, under the tree.
If my Dad did the tree: It'd be a 7 foot tall tree, one of those silver pines, where you can see most of the trunk. There'd be giant multicolored lights and some of our ornaments, no tinsel with a star on top. And the tree would be leaning to one side.
If I did the tree: The tree would be huge, touching the ceiling (16 feet tall) and it would have white lights, a silver star on top and nothing but silver balls and each strand of tinsel delicately placed on each limb. Oh, and nothing would be allowed under the tree unless it matched the color scheme (forest green and silver).
If my sister did the tree: There'd be no ornaments, no lights, no star or angel, no tree, even! And no presents either! In fact, there wouldn't even be Christmas if it were up to my sister. Instead, she'd go to Hawaii or Vegas without us.
This is why Christmas is a lovely time of year. Because all of our "creative" ideas are blended into one big joyful holiday! And we usually end up with a lopsided 8 foot tall tree with tinsel thrown haphazardly around, multicolored lights, all the ornaments, the star on top and gifts scattered around the base. It's the best (or worst) of all worlds and somehow, I guess, it works. =)

If you give a mouse a cookie...

My mom slipped on our driveway and broke her leg. It's a workaholic's worst nightmare, to be helpless, unproductive, and vulnerable trapped on crutches. She hates it. So, I end up being her personal slave. When she rings the little bell, I have to come running and with a cheery smile say, "What do you need, mom?" Tonight, I helped her undress, take a bath, dress in pajamas, then after she crawled into bed, she realized that she forgot to brush her teeth. So I put toothpaste on the toothbrush and gave it to her along with a glass of water and a towel to wipe her face with. She finished brushing her teeth, then realized that she didn't eat her ice cream, so she ate her ice cream and cookie, and I had to get a new toothbrushing set ready! And, she complained about how dirty her retainers were (and complaints always mean that she's asking without actually asking), so I brushed her retainers for her! Then she wanted a glass of milk, so off I went... And that's just 5 minutes!

Finals Week

As usual, Kate did not study for her finals, so hopefully the teacher will have pity and save her ass in the end. Sat on the floor for one 3 hour final, but the guy next to me was nice and gave me an answer. The other final started with a huge game of musical chairs so we couldn't cheat. Good thing it's all over. Sarah's house was fun. Met a guy from Barcelona on the bus back home. I don't understand why all European guys think they're hot shit and can pick up ladies so easily. Now to rearrange my room for the coming of Guadalupe!

Mistletoe

I went to the Christmas Tree Lot to buy Mistletoe, but the old man there said in a scratchy voice, "You're not old enough to buy mistletoe!" I laughed nervously... Then he picked out the best one, held it high and leaned in. He coughed, "Well, how'd you know if it works, if ya don't try it!" More nervous laughter as I handed him my money and wished to be home safe in my boyfriend's arms!