Blah Fizzle

This week has kind of been blah fizzle. I've been super exausted lately and I'm not quite sure why.

So, it's funny to me that the best part of my week so far was last night. We watched Easy A last night with the fam... it was HALIROUS! I love Emma Stone! I think she is just the coolest! She's so gorgeous too!

So, I guess this is going to be a "girl crush" post! Lol!

Intellectual Hilarity! check!

making crazy faces. check.

glitter letters. check.

super killer leather jacket. check.

Am I super envious? Check.

Seriously... she's funny, she's a RED HEAD, and she seems like she would be really cool to be around!

I wish I were in a super awesome crafty motivated mood to stimulate all you crafty bits out there, but I am totally off this week! I hold still to the philosophy that this is the strangest, most depressing week of the year. I think I posted about it last year... It's like the twilight week, where nothing quite matters because the year is over and a new one is about to begin...

Anyway, I'm sure we don't want to delve into the blackhole that is my thought process.. What are you doing for New Years? We're going to watch Inception (AGAIN, yes, this is like the 5th time.) with the youth group kids, then have a Church lock in. Our lock ins are so funny... we don't do anything cool or super exciting, but we just hang out and play Sardines (a reverse type of hide & go seek. One person hides in the TOTAL darkness and everyone has to find them and hide with them. There is always one or two people who are left searching in the darkness for the whole group of people hiding. We play this game for HOURS. It's kind of sad.

So, I will be back on my regular scheduled crafty brained self once I get through this sludge I'm feeling. Love you bits and bobs!

Life isn't a Norman Rockwell

Hey guys! Are you ready for Christmas yet?! It's only TWO days away! I can't wait for my brother and his wife to get here tomorrow night and let the fun begin!

I know that this time of year is so much fun for people, but there are a lot of people that this time of year is really hard to make it through.

We all have our own ideas and opinions of what a "perfect christmas" is, but let's be honest- life is not perfect. If it were perfect then everyday would look like a Norman Rockwell, but in my life it is FAR from that.

I want to share something deep from inside me, if you don't mind. I'm making it a point to make this blog personal, and I can't be real with you and not share the dread that I am feeling about Chirstmas.

I used to have ^this family. The family who got together EVERY holiday, EVERY birthday, and EVERY Sunday for lunch at Grandmama's house. The family who acted silly and wild, but loved each other very much. You know, the family that everyone wishes they had. It's so easy to be jaded when you're little and think that everything is perfect. It's even easy to overlook things when you get older and realize everything is not what it seems. But it is not easy to deal with the fact that you no longer have THAT kind of family.

My Grandmama died and when she did the grief of losing her literally tore my dad's family apart. We got together that Thanksgiving and tried to make it work. Tried to maker her special, one of a kind dressing, turkey and secrect bar-b-que sauce. We tried to make nice and pretend like she was still there. But she wasn't. And without her the love in that family evaporated. She was such a special and unique person that all of us together couldn't match her kindness and love. We tried, Lord knows we tried, but it didn't work.

You would think at 19, you could try and fix that situation. But I was trying so hard to act like I wasn't affected that she was gone (something I still do and still deal with a lot.), I just went along with all the charades. Needless to say, I don't remember what that year's Christmas was like. But I do know that the next year our family was so at odds that no one spoke to each other. My dad & mom moved away and no one even looked twice in their direction.

It's been that way ever since. For the past four years my family has acted like children. Last year, my mom decided that we needed to get together and she invited the whole family up for Thanksgiving. Enough time had passed that everyone was friendly, but the bitterness underneath it all was still there. You might not have been able to tell from the outside, but it was there. This year when Thanksgiving came, we didn't hear from that side of our family. I later found out that they had a family thing without us. The whole family besides my dad and his kids. It broke my heart. It made me so angry. Still. After all this time and all these years I am so angry that they are so blind. If we can't love our family, then how are we supposed to love strangers? If we can't love our family, then how are we supposed to care about the people who are suffering in this world? If we can't love our family, the people who share our dna structure and blood lines, then how can we love ourselves.

I wish SO BAD, that I could fix this family. That I could peel off a giant band-aid and put it on the wounds, but it can't be fixed. Now, after this year, I'm not so sure I want it to be fixed because I'm sure they don't care about us the way I care about them. I hope God has mercy on us and I wish so earnestly that he would fit it. I've prayed for years and years that he would, but it just isn't his time I guess.

So, I wish I had that tradition back in my life... cause the holidays aren't the same without them. I am very family oriented and the only thing I can do now is surround myself with the family that I have here and the ones I let in close enough to be family. But they still don't fill that empty space.