Christmas

This year was our first Christmas in our new house, and now that we have the room, we decided to host our family and friends on the holiday! I've been beyond excited for a month for this to happen; my whole life we've always been visiting someone else on Christmas, so this year everyone came to me.

Everything was going really well the morning of Christmas. Everyone was due to arrive in just a few minutes, and all of a sudden we heard a big crash... We reluctantly opened the oven to find a baking dish had completely shattered. We began scraping glass shards and roasted vegetables from the bottom of the oven, but some of the glass got in the heating element. We put the ham in to heat up, and the oven started smoking. (remember, this is 15 minutes before 16 people are due to arrive at my house) We turned off the oven and ate the ham cold. This is what the bottom of my oven looks like now:

We haven't even attempted to turn it back on: partly because we're scared it may be completely dead/broken and partly because we just haven't had the energy to investigate it!

Aside from the oven incident, all went really well. Here are some pictures from the day:

Board Games!

Kiowa hovering in the kitchen for some water to drop!

Confessions

I know, I know...it's been a really long time since I posted something. Life seemed to take over, and I felt like I had nothing to say. When in fact, I had a lot to say. Sometimes I feel like I have to neatly package what I write; these posts go out into the public world after all. I think of something to write about, and then I over think it. I dissect it to the point that I find too much wrong with it (this part could offend someone, this part is too personal, etc), and then I just end up scrapping the whole thing. So I thought I'd start my next attempt at posting with a list of confessions/things on my mind.

I spend way too much time trying to live up to others' expectations/trying to fit in/worrying about what others think.

I do my best thinking while playing Spider Solitare. It gets my mind out of the way.

I wish I could read minds.

I still sleep with stuffed animals.

I wish my dog liked to cuddle...because that's why I got a dog in the first place.

I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.

I focus a lot on flaws...my flaws, other peoples' flaws, flaws of things, flaws of places, etc.

I like sugar.

I feel a constant sense of urgency, although I don't know towards what.

Sometimes I think up very elaborate death senarios.

Driving makes me anxious.

When I read books, I'm always in a hurry to get to the end, and then am sad when it's over.

I don't like that it seems like everyone I know is getting married/having a baby. Sometimes I wish things would slow down.

I can only start things/go places on the quarter hour (i.e 12, 12:15, 12:30 or 12:45), which makes for a lot of waiting.