Pickles

Monday, December 19, 2011

One of my favorite conversations from this weekend as Clay and I were driving to back-to-back Christmas parties:

Me: "Here we goanother Christmas party, another surplus in my caloric intake for the day.  But that's okay, fitting into your pants is overrated."

Clay: "True. You can always buy bigger pants."

I love this guy.

But yes, over the weekend we tackled a total of 3 Christmas parties as well as 2 additional social engagements and needless to say, Clay and I were pretty wiped out by Sunday evening.  However, I'm not sure how anyone could really complain about spending their entire weekend hanging out with friends and family, admiring Christmas lights, and sampling a vast array of holiday goodies.

It's kind of funny too because over the past week and mostly over the course of the weekend, I had numerous friends, family, and co-workers mention that they read this blog.  And I have to admit, I was really quite shocked and even felt embarrassed (which doesn't even make sense because I wrote this thing to be read and if I put something in here that I don't want anyone to see, it's my own stupid fault. But just the thought of how many times I've mentioned "runner's diarrhea" on here makes me feel like my head is going to explode.).  But more than anything, I was absolutely delighted.  I knew of a handful of people that regularly tuned in to this train wreck I like to call a blog, but I had no idea how far-reaching it was (and by far-reaching I mean like 10 people read it). So that was pretty cool. And now I feel tremendous amount of pressure to keep writing decent content so I don't end up losing those readers, but that's a good thing for me ... I need to feel some pressure to keep myself motivated. After all, I'll never become a writer sitting at home twiddling my thumbs.

One of Clay's second cousins (at least, I think she's his second cousin. And that makes her MY second cousin by marriage. If she even is a second cousin? I dunno. Their moms are cousins. So I don't know what that would make their kids ... but now my brain hurts and I feel like I just lost 5 IQ points), asked me "How did you get into writing?" And I explained to her that I had been writing short stories since I was in elementary school, but the bigger question I had for her was, "How did you finish law school with a brand new baby at home?" That's what I want to know. How amazing is that? And she's taking the Bar exam in February. She's going to rock it.

But perhaps the most wonderful surprise of the weekend was the Christmas party we attended for my father-in-law's side of the family on Sunday afternoon. As we all gathered at my in-law's house and prepared to gorge ourselves on even more delicious food (after all, isn't that what the holidays are really about? That and something about Jesus ...), my mother-in-law tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Did you notice what I put out for you?"

How could I not notice what she put out for me? It was the only dish of food at the party that had a glowing halo of light shining around it. That's right, my mother-in-law put out a pickle and olive tray at the Christmas party.

And just how did she know about my affinity to having a pickle and olive tray with a holiday feast?

"I read it in your blog," she said, smiling at me.

#winning

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