It's a good thing no one can hear my thoughts, because inside my mind I sound like a whiny little 5 year old. I love the holidays. I love my birthday. Let me just say that now.
But I do not like all the headache inducing planning that I have to do for both of them.
Like, lets start with Christmas. I have four Christmas family get-togethers every year. This year might be the last one that I'll be able to attend all four for quite some time, so you can imagine my disappointment when my uncle's awful fiance decides to screw everything up and push our Christmas day plans with my dad's family to the 22nd.
She refuses to compromise on plans, and is making us work around HER schedule. WTF. She's not even an official part of our family yet. And if her past dating history with my uncle is taken into account, they might not even get married. What makes it even worse is the fact that my grandma is going to be all alone with just her dog on Christmas day. Not cool.
And now since we're rearranging everything, we have to contact other family members to let them know what's going on, and it ends up being a big mess.
For my birthday I'm trying to juggle when I'll be celebrating my birthday with my mom's family, my dad's family, and JB (we're going to go see The Hobbit!).
If everyone got along, I would LOVE to have just one big dinner and call it a night, but alas, they don't. So I'm stuck here, making phone calls, seeing when it's convenient to celebrate MY birthday on Saturday.
I'm tired of planning. I just want to DO and be happy.
Anyway, enough of my complaining, here's a picture of a Christmas tree butter sculpture they're selling at Walmart: