Christmas Spirits Past, Present, and Future Need To Die

Christmas time is a time of the year when all the families get together, exchange gift, gain a couple pounds, and have a "jolly good time." But, it's also a time for big name stores to give half-assed deals and make us believe that we're saving bundles of money when in actuality, we're really not. Between all the terribly good and the terribly bad, there's also the terribly ugly. Putting up the tree.

There are many things I love and hate about Christmas, but the one I hate the most would have to be putting up the tree. I just feel like it's such a tedious job, with little reward. But that's just me. Putting up the tree is one of the rare and few times, when I wished I was a Jew. That and going to Simon's temple, living the dream. Anyway, putting up the tree at my house consisted of a yelling 5-year old, terrible music (Christmas music is a close 2nd behind hates of the holidays), and me on about 5 hours of sleep. Add those together, and you've got a good story.

I admit that the tree does look pretty and all, but between the constant screaming and Dean Martin singing Baby It's Cold Outside, it was very evident that the Christmas spirit was in the air. 'Tis the season you bastards!

I've got a dog that I love, a black Chiuahuaha named Nacho. Yesterday, Nacho was running down the stairs while I was walking down them. He tripped over my foot, stumbled all the way down the stairs, and slammed into a vase. I felt so bad for him, and yet, I couldn't stop laughing either. He hid under the couch for about an hour, and finally I went down there and started to try to comfort him, because he was obviously shook up. Nacho is like my best friend, which sounds really corny, but there's a sense of total trust you have with a dog that you can't have with a person.

After the tree building/lighting ceremony took place at our house, I decided to take a shower and go longboarding around the neighborhood. I spent a lot of time talking on the phone to Nikki, and on my way back, after doing a bunch of sharp turns with no problem, I fall on my ankle while riding up on a curb. Yes I know, dumb move. So, I had to walk home with a bruised ankle (it hurt too much to have to ride on the board and push). Fun stuff. I'm just lucky I didn't get mugged by the homeless man walking slowly in front of me.

Overall, this weekend has to be one of the most boring, unfulfilling, and most unproductive weekends I've had the pleasure of partaking in.