The Walkers

Hooray for Spring Break! Yesterday, Brad and I finally booked the vacation we've had our eye on for a couple years. We set sail aboard the "ms Oosterdam" on April 12th for the Mexican Riviera! I'm so excited; I finally get to use my passport :) I guess I need to get some last-minute espanol lessons from mi padre. (I'm trying to talk my parents into coming, that way I can have a full-time translator, and won't end up spending $8,000 on a fake onyx turtle.) I'm just happy to have some fun and sun to look forward to. I'm getting pretty sick of shoveling those walks. Tengo un gato en mis pantalones.

I know it's been a while. But Christmas yielded very few photos, and it seems like everything exciting (or sad... crappy MTC) has already been documented by one or all of my family members. But here are a few pics of our last Lee family doo-dah. I like the one of Brad and my dad. The men in my life. Okay, the next couple photos are from my family's belated Christmas gift exchange. It's a tradition in my family to give "fake" presents every year. I got the scariest Halloween decoration alley cat I've ever seen (mangy fir, missing eye, the whole she-bang). My mom has one just like it that has always scared the crap out of me. Brad's gift was his old pair of flip flops. He honestly has about eight identical pairs of these. He has this weird phobia where he has to wear sandals in any shower that's not his own. I think nasty college boy showers scarred him for life. Anyway - he left them at my parents' house several months ago, and was actually really ...

By the way, I've decided to keep a random top 10 list in my sidebar. (I just can't escape that College T imes itch.) This week it's movies; I know, I'm not very original. Check back every so often for an updated glimpse into my kooky soul :)

I know that New Year's Day is supposed to be this great time of goal-setting, looking forward to new opportunities, and "auld lang syne" (I don't know what that means), but I am sad today. It might be because I have to go back to work tomorrow. It might be because I have to go back to work tomorrow and my mouth still hurts from my wisdom teeth extraction. It might be because even with extensive planning, I wasn't able to make it to Brett's mission farewell in Washington on Sunday (horrendous snowstorms aren't something one really foresees being an issue in the Northwest). But I think the biggest reason, is because I finished taking down Christmas today. That's right. The wreaths, the snowmen, the poinsettias, the nutcrackers, even my glorious tree has been stuffed into its ginormous box in my basement, where I'm forced to shun it for the next eleven months. Who will join me in a moment of silence?