Merry Christmas!

How politically incorrect of me to say Merry Christmas, oh well. It was an interesting Christmas to say the least. It was defiantly a Christmas to remember that's for sure, and it all began Sunday night,

I went to my friend, Ashley's, house on Sunday afternoon and we began our thousand hours of baking cupcakes, cookies, and brownies for our coworkers. Before we started, we ordered sushi for lunch, and then began our cooking. Hours went by, we listened to Lady Gaga, and danced around. I decorated the cupcakes and left around 11. At around three am, I woke up out of a dead sleep, and had to run to the bathroom so I could throw up. It ran like clock work for hours. At six am, Ashley asked me if I was sick too, and it occurred to us that the only thing we ate in common was the sushi for lunch, it dawned on us then that we had food poisoning... on Christmas Eve. GREAT!

I got up to get ready for work, and kept throwing up. It was misery. I was shaking and shivering and in so much pain. I initially told my boss that I was going to be late, but as I got up to leave the house, I had to run to the bathroom to vomit, and I realized that this was not going to work. I had to call out, and let me tell you that was hard to do. I never ever call out. I work through fevers, colds, anything and everything, but this time I knew I really couldn't make it. I stayed in bed all day, and at around five I chose to go to my aunts house. It was BRUTAL. Not only did I feel like death, but I had to play these games she makes up, and I fought all I could not to vomit on her carpet. After what felt like forever, my parents finally packed up and we went home. I went to bed as soon as I got in the house, and I was still in so much pain.

I woke up Christmas day at five am with my stomach still hurting so much. My neck, head, abs, and back are so sore. My stomach was so sore, but I managed to get out of bed at 7:30 to go open Santa presents. I was a good girl this year. Everything on my list I got. I am so blessed to have parents who work so hard and want nothing more than to give to my sister and I.

Only a small portion of my pile

My Milani Triple threat curling iron. It's amazing!

A pretty ceramic fountain Santa Claus thought I'd like!

My delicious new perfume, Prada Candy. It smells amazing.

My gorgeous white gold cross. It's so pretty and tiny I love it.

After we opened our Santa presents, I gave my sister the gift I got for her. About two weeks ago, I bought her tickets to see Luke Bryan. I got her floor seats to see her absolute favorite singer. When I handed her the box, it was in a Lord and Taylor box, and that threw her off. When she opened it up, and realized what it was, I began to cry. I was so happy I could make my sister so happy. It was really the greatest moment of it all.

After this, my family and I ate dinner and headed to my Nana's house. It was interesting, it was the first year having Christmas without my uncle. We all went about our business, but there was something missing. I felt a little uncomfortable and awkward, like we were out of balance. There's a few other reasons for me to think that, but his passing is the main one. Anyway, I had a nice time there, and left after about two hours since my dad and I both have work tomorrow. I had a wonderful Christmas, minus being insanely ill. There's a piece of me that wishes I could have shared this with someone, and it does bother me, but I know one day that person will be here to share it with me. No rush. All in good time. I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas, and got to spend it with the ones they love the most.

Ask, Believe, Receive,

Julie Catherine