Twenty-Three

I have a really good feeling this post is going to be completely and entirely, one of the most scatter-brained posts of all time with no point whatsoever. You have been forewarned.

It starts with the turkey.

No, not the kind you eat - the kind that gobbles in the morning. You never know exactly how much that gobble means to you until there's two feet of snow outside, and you're worried to death that your beloved turkey is frozen and on his way to becoming Christmas dinner. Trust me, that gobble quickly becomes music to your ears.

With worry finally off of my shoulders, first knowing that some of my favorite people in the world finally made it out of this wickedly beautiful weather and back home in one piece, and knowing Filmore wasn't going to be making it to the dinner table anytime soon, I did what I do best. Nothing.

Curled up on the couch with a grapefruit and some coffee, wishing - wishing desperately - that I had more motivation in me to cross some things off of that list of mine, here I am; pecking away at my keyboard and watching t.v. simutaneously only like a true unemployed 21-year-old can.

I spoke of some of my favorite things a couple of days ago, but I've also recently discovered a few of my least favorite things as well--my newest dislike being those new NyQuil commercials. They're just so disturbing. Who wants to watch a semi-unconcious person snoring and snotting and drooling in bed? And then the movie finally comes back on and a feeble attempt is being made to make the gal look down in the dumps simply by messing up her hair some, and putting her in a t-shirt and sweats before she goes to bed. It looks somewhat convincing except for the fact that they somehow forgot to take off the loads of perfectly airbrushed makeup she has on. Come on - I mean, at least get rid of the lipgloss. Can't we just find some sort of happy medium here, Hollywood?

Speaking of movies, U.S.A has got the chick-flick marathon down today by starting with Licensed to Wed, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Sweet Home Alabama, and then by wrapping up the estrogen-overload with Disney's Enchanted.

Yup...
the couch is looking good. Real good.

Did I mention there's two feet of snow outside?

My family from Florida is leaving tonight around 2am to come to Virginia and I've been anticipating it like nothing else. They've been praying they'd get to see some snow and well, they won't be disappointed that's for sure.

The minutes are going by slowly and have been for the past week - and its driving me up the wall - but these next couple of weeks are going to be a complete blur. Not to mention a complete blast.

My family is coming up for Christmas, I'm stepping up to lead worship this Sunday without Cameron by my side (I'm not too fond of the idea myself - it'll be like I'm missing an arm or a leg or something else equally vital), and then I'm heading to Lynchburg for Winterfest on the 30th and 31st, which shortly thereafter I leave for Atlanta to attend Passion which is the 2nd-5th, and then I start packing for Liberty and you guys will finally be reading about more than just ridiculous ramblings about turkeys and chick-flicks, I promise.

Anyhow - not a bad way to spend your last couple of weeks, ay? Even though I just realized that I only have one more Sunday left at Aletheia after this Sunday and well, that kind of sucks.


By the way, I'd much rather see this commercial than those NyQuil commercials anyday. It might just be the music, Kate Winslet, or the fact that I've stood on that bridge, but I love it - except for the french dude speaking at the end.
Oh well, what can you do?



Okay, I know what you're thinking; the chick-flicks have got to stop...

...and yeah, you're probably totally right.

23 days,
-C