Update.

Aw, remember when I was really good about blogging super often? And then remember how I stopped blogging entirely for a week? Ah, good times, no?

It shouldn't come as a huge surprise but things are a little busy around these parts with it being the MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR. And despite the fact that I still don't see snow on the ground, I'm doing my best to make it feel like Christmas. And it's working. (I still want snow, but I'll survive). Let's do some recaps shall we?

Moving back in time. Yesterday we had a potluck lunch at work. Over 50 people brought various dishes to share. It was insane. My pants are tighter. I found out how many cookies is too many...and then ate three more. I went home and crashed...HELLOOO sugar coma.

On Sunday the fam was together at my parents house. My nephew pretty much blew up my heart with cuteness. He just learned about whispering which alone would be cute enough. But he takes it up a few notches by whispering directly into your mouth instead of your ear. Immediately after I told my brother I was jealous that he gets to live with that little bundle of cute, Jack shared a secret with me (and the rest of the dinner table). He told me that he pooped in the bathtub, that his poop got wet and then Daddy used a shovel to get it out. And he helped. I think I actually died of laughter. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by how awesome he is and I don't know how to deal with it. Heaven help us when I have one of my own.

Last weekend I celebrated my fake birthday. Usually the calendar graciously places a weekend between Christmas and New Year's Eve and I use that weekend to celebrate my birthday. Since most people have to work / are still with family on my actual birth date. This year since Christmas Eve is on a Saturday and then New Year's Eve is on a Saturday I was without said weekend. So instead, I bumped it up a weekend and celebrated early. I rocked a new outfit, had dinner with some lovely ladies (and laughed my ass off) then went to my beloved Irish Pub for drinks. Yes, that's right, the same bar I go nearly every Saturday. I like the familiar, alright?! Some wonderful boys came and met us for some more drinks. Then there were shots. Then some more drinks. Then I fell and skinned my knee. It was a really proud day for me, I definitely felt mature enough to be turning 28 (not.) On Sunday I thought I was suffering from the worst hangover in the world...turns out it wasn't a hangover at all, I'm just sick. Heyo! You're a shady bitch fake birthday.

Last week and the week before Mom & I pulled double time at the Women's Center. We did our usual nights in the child care center. On one of the nights I played Monopoly with two 7 year olds. I'm not even sure I understand how to play that game, let alone explain it to two kids who are just mastering basic math. I made up rules and they seemed to enjoy it. I didn't so much. They want to play again next week.

On top of those nights we also helped them with two different Christmas / Holiday events they had. It was awesome. I am so happy to have found somewhere I support so passionately that allows me to give back and play with kids all at once. I even did some face painting, which I was unaware I was capable of doing. I offered to paint candy canes, they asked for butterflies. And I drew some pretty killer butterflies if I do say so myself. Mom even promised some kid I could do Superman...and then I did. It was a Christmas Miracle.

I've got one more day of work left and then I'm off until 2012. That sounds fantastic. Lots of time with the family, tons of delicious food. Much relaxing planned. I've also requested that I get to take the nephew to see the Chipmunks...because with a 3 year old in tow it's much more acceptable for a 28 year old to be seen in the theater.