Category Archives: Holidays

I get it. Time passeth me by…. I spent the New Year weekend (after Saturday) allowing my hair to regain it’s natural oil balance (i.e., no shower). It’s great once you get past the homeless person phase. Unfortunately, I had … Continue reading →

Good thing TSA doesn’t scan for corn husks. If so, the packet of frozen tamales my mom gave me would surely be gone. She also gave me a tin of homemade cookies. It doesn’t matter how much I tell my … Continue reading →

Attention: Family….I love you, but you can stop sending me presents. I know you’re just being generous to the younger generation, but I’m going to be 40. I swear, I won’t feel slighted. Dad, in particularly, please…no more ethnic jewelry. … Continue reading →

My mother has an iron will. It could smooth the crease in my forehead (and I’m sure she’d oblige). Nothing will stop her from celebrating Christmas. Not even ten degree weather. I have to admire that kind of commitment. However, … Continue reading →

After TSA legally robbed me of my silk infusion hair oil (I guess the agent had a case of winter frizz), and I got on the plane, I found myself sitting across the aisle from the actress who read the … Continue reading →

I think the holidays would be more fun if people gave gifts to people they never really see or talk to (and I don’t mean relatives). And I don’t mean strangers. I mean people we sort of bumped into for … Continue reading →

…can lead to a holiday depression. It sort of sneaks up on you. One minute I’m enjoying my cream cheese frosted red velvet, and the next I’ve got black mascara dripping down my face . (Sidenote: cupcake baking is the … Continue reading →

I used to have this very bratty attitude about the holidays. Basically, it came down to something like this: Until everyone behaves how I would like them to, I refuse to enjoy presents, people, and amazing food. Occassionally, the sheer … Continue reading →

I ran into an old boyfriend (or something like that) at Trader Joe’s on the day before Thanksgiving. “My wife’s pregnant again!” he said immediately upon seeing me. I guess he’s gotten over me. For years his memory kind of … Continue reading →