Apparently I Made the Good List

Now that it's been a month since Christmas, how about I blog about it? I mean, I've already been wallowing in sorrow for the last few weeks since it ended. I wallowed in it as I took down the tree. I wallowed in it when I turned on the radio to hear "Jingle Bell Rock" replaced by "Beauty and the Beat". And I wallowed in it after I watched The Grinch in my Christmas onesie and it just felt wrong. So for just a moment, I will wallow in the joy of Christmas day. And afterwards, I will move on with my life and embrace the rest of January. Because after all, December will come again.

However, Christmas of 2012 will be a hard one to top. We stayed with Brian's parents for Christmas Eve. Brian's other siblings couldn't make it since they both live out of state. They were greatly missed, but we still had ourselves a fun little time. And you think we would have slept in on Christmas morning but we totally didn't. I think I will forever be a little kid when it comes to Christmas. I woke up several times throughout the night and was wide awake by 6 am. Around 7, we started opening presents. But there was one rule: one of my presents from Brian had to be opened very last. It was the "surprise present". Brian had been talking up this present all month and I was beginning to think it was all just a joke. I had not the slightest idea what the surprise present could be. It was in a medium sized box and was fairly heavy. I can't tell you how many times throughout the month I picked that box up and gave it a good shake, trying to gain some knowledge of what secret was waiting beneath that wrapping paper. Turns out, Brian totally through me for a loop. The box was filled with phone books. All just to confuse me. And a smaller wrapped box waited inside. I will let Brian's iPhone video tell you the rest of what happened that morning. . .

I realize I look ridiculous and I squeal an abnormal amount, but MY HUSBAND SURPRISED ME WITH A CAR! Okay, I will stop yelling now. The best part was, I think Brian was almost more excited than I was. He is adorable.

 I decided to name my sweet kiwi green (isn't that the most adorable color?) Hyundai Tuscon Ingrid. For some reason, my family members have always named their cars. Which probably is a bad thing because it makes me more emotionally attached to an inanimate object than I probably should be. I mean, I didn't know how to break it to Goldie (my dangerous mini van) that she was going away and being replaced by Ingrid. And then I realized, "Oh, I don't have to break anything to Goldie. Because she's a van. What kind of crazy person talks to her van? Oh that's right, I do." But the name Ingrid feels so right. The day after Christmas, I took her out on a joy ride and put on Ingrid Michaelson  radio on Pandora. I turned up the tunes, gripped the steering wheel, and as it says in The Perks of Being a Wallflower, "In that moment, I swear we were infinite." That's how I felt. So Ingrid shall be her name and we will have many good road trips together in the future.

Later that afternoon, we took BWell's parents to the home of my parents and we all ate a Christmas feast together. We ate, we laughed, we played, we loved. And I gave everyone rides in my new car. It was a good day. One that I will remember always.

And now I ask you, how do you make your darn husbands stick to a gift giving budget? I just can't have Brian going cray cray and buying cars so he can outdo me like this. Granted, we were going to have to buy a new car soon anyway. I guess it was better to get it as a surprise/gift rather than a total necessity once Goldie finally bit the dust.

Well, enjoy some more pictures from Christmas day. And if you need a ride somewhere, I'm your girl!