Merry Christmas Eve Makenzie!

Yes, I know. Christmas was like 20 days ago.. so me telling this story might appear as if I'm bitter. But I promise you! I'm not! Anymore.. However, I have been persuaded to share with you, dear reader, my barely unique Christmas Eve 2009 experience:

It's not nearly as funny without the voices..but if you'll bear with me, I'll try my best..

It all started when Grandma-G fell down the stairs...

If you are in any way, even internally, laughing, you should be ashamed! She broke her hip! :(
I love my grandma, really I do.. but she is quite another blog post..

So of course, I'm saddened by the fact that grandma was hurt and had to live with us for awhile. So I did what any girl would do in search of a fix to get herself back in the Christmas spirit...

I got starbucks :)

But I did not go alone. No, my dear brother, (for the purpose of respecting his privacy, we will use a pseudonym) "Shmarshton" asked to accompany me. I thought this would be lovely! Brother/Sister quality time! Not so though, because Shmarshton had pre-planned that his lady-friend, "Shmay - Shmin" would be joining us.

BUT THAT'S OK! I love Shmay - Shmin. She is a dear friend, and has been for years. But since her and my little brother's relationship blossomed, I've felt..awkward..ya know?
And, maybe I'm taking a stab in the dark here, but I find it even more awkward when I spontaneously end up going on their dates with them..by myself..

Anyway, so, Brother/Sister time at Starbucks didn't qute go as planned.. BUT THAT'S OK! Because soon the family would be off to Ohio to celebrate Christmas with father's family at my Grandma and Grandpa's house. Dick tradition :)

But I accidently stuffed myself full of buffalo. Oh! Yes, my grandparents have a buffalo farm, so it's tradition to eat lots of buffalo at our family get togethers, but I definitely over indulged this year.

So, by the time I got home, I was ready to fall into bed to sleep off my severe stomach ache in a buffalo - induced coma. But to my dismay, all my pillows were gone! I looked for them everywhere, only to find that they were piled under Grandma G's neck, butt, and feet.

BUT THAT'S OK! I can sleep on anything, literally. So I snuggled into my pillow-less-but-none-the-less-comfortable bed and embraced its warmth. But within 3 minutes, I was rudely awaken by the sound of my door slamming and my lights mercilessly flicking on. Shmarston stood in the door way with his boyish grin. I, on the other hand, was not smiling. Our conversation was quite similar to the following:

Shmarston: Wanna do me the biggest favor ever?
Kenzie: No.
Sh: Please!
K: OK, what?
Sh: Can you take me to "shmay-shmin's" house? I wanna build a snowman in her front yard for Christmas!
K: But it's 11:30..on Christmas Eve..
Sh: I would do it for you!
K: I would never ask you to...ask mom..
Sh: She's sleeping..
---------wait..what was I doing?!?
Sh: It'll only be 15 minutes!
K: Fine...
--------- Frustrated, I grab my blankets, thinking I could cat nap while he made his stupid snowman. Needless to say, it was much longer then 15 minutes..Turned out, I slept in my freezing car, in lady friend's driveway, on Christmas Eve/Christmas for an hour while my brother and lady friend made the snowman together.

I was starting to get emotional, probably from being cold, tired, stomach achy, and alone on Christmas, so I called my brother on his cell phone begging him to get in the car so we could go home. about 15 minutes later he came.....

Sh: Wow Makenzie, you couldn't wait ten more minutes??

This is when I lost it, burst into tears, and began speaking words that Shmarston could not understand due to my inability to refrain my sobs. But It probably sounded like so:

K: Feeenn mooooore FFimmitss?!?!?!?!? I fw-w-w-anna g-g-g-ooooo h-h-h-h-ooooooooome!! I-I-zzzz Ch-h-h-risssssmiissss!! U'mmm fr-reeeeeelly tired, nnnnn c-c-c-c-cooooooold, nnnn looooooonley, nnnn s-s-s-saaaaaad, nnnnn muh-muh-muh buh-buh-belly h-h-h-hurttttsss

Sh: woah..settle down..

So reader, that was my Christmas Eve/Early Christmas Morning. Slightly pathetic..BUT THAT'S OK! Just definitely another account of how a back bone would do me well. Maybe next year that's what I ask for from Santa...