Shake it off, off, off

Pic from the office.

Goodness, it's been awhile since I updated this thing.

How are you?

I'm doing okay, can't complain. Thanks for asking!

Gosh, this sounds like a conversation you have with someone that you really don't want to have a conversation with. Like when you're at the grocery store and you see someone you know and do absolutely everything in your power to avoid that person, but then you mistakenly let your guard down for a few seconds because you're not sure what kind of cereal you want and then find yourself standing in the same aisle by the Kellogg's Special K and you're trapped.

Or maybe that's just me.

I'm not much of a people person.

Because I'm really, really bad at small talk. I don't know how to keep conversations light and airy and completely impersonal. I'm always like, "Hi! How are you? I was so sorry to read about the [insert tragic thing here] on Facebook. Hey, look! They make Special K with almonds now!"

My brain is constantly like, "Hey, you know that thing you shouldn't bring up int he middle of a a very public place with someone you haven't spoken to in months? Yeah, talk about that."

Clayton says I lack tact.

He's not wrong.

What's been going on with me, you ask? Not too terribly much.

I mean, not too much beyond decorating my beagle in Christmas lights, that is.

The hubs and I decided to switch it up this year and are gonna roll with colored lights instead of the white lights we've used for the past 5 Christmases we've been married.

White Christmas lights is a tradition I've always had. I grew up with white lights on some of the most beautiful, ornately decorated trees in the history of Christmas trees (my mom has quite the eye for design). So on one of the very first Christmases after my parents got divorced, my dad put up a fake tree with colored lights in his apartment and I distinctly remember being ever-so-traumatized. "My parents don't love each other AND we have a fake tree with colored lights!?"

Apparently I didn't do so hot with change back then, either.

So we're gonna try colored lights this year and our goal is to make our tree look as old school as possible. The word "tinsel" was even uttered once or twice.

But Clayton and I absolutely refuse to put up our Christmas tree before Thanksgiving ... 

... so we have our Christmas tree sitting in a bucket of water out in the garage until this weekend. 

Like, I have to park in the driveway now and everything just to accommodate this tree (that I've named Scott).

I also recently spent an afternoon getting a jump-start on some holiday baking with my mum. 

As you may or may not know, one of my maternal grandmothers (my Nana) was Italian and my strongest memories of her are the tins of delicious Italian cookies that she would mail to our house every holiday season. We tried our hand at recreating a few favorites as well as trying some new recipes from a website called called Cooking with Nona

Don't ask me to list the names of everything on that plate because I don't remember. I just know that they were yummy. 

There have also been some rather fun happenings at work. We shot a video for our annual Bliss holiday party in December (an amazing celebration of us, our clients and other local businesses that rock) and our concept included renting a snow machine and having oodles of fun with a slow motion camera. At the end of the day we had some time to kill and boss lady decided we need to record a few minutes of "just us girls". This is what happened:

Lemme know if you can spot me. :p

Oh, and I also decided against cutting off my hair. At least until after the holidays. Tying my hair back so I can wrap my face in a scarf is a luxury I just don't want to give up right now.

If I don't talk to you before Turkey Day, enjoy this post and have a happy Thanksgiving!