so yesterday i did not do any of the things i had planned. oh well. i do want to still go ice skating, so that will have to be one of those spontaneous date nights i decide to have with patrick. i hope it actually happens this year because we have been saying that we will go for three winters now. i have hope.
instead of macaroni and ice skates, my sis, tori, brought more friends than i thought and so pio pio was the perfect place to go! everyone seemed happy about our favorite restaurant in the city, except those who did NOT get their amazing chicken. boo to them, including tori! but i did meet some interesting and super fun people last night (matt, wakita, sarah, and nick). so holla to ya'll!
after dinner, patrick and i ventured off to the holiday market at bryant park (at least i got to see the rink) and found some last minute gifts. we then left because my bed time was approaching, and i hate being on the subway past 10:00 because that's when it can get a little unpredictable (the people i mean). however, our ride was quiet and we got home safe and sound.
today has been a nice relaxing day (even though my apartment is freezing!!! my nose is running as i type it's so cold) and i have thought a lot about the holidays. like the fact that a yahoo article had to remind me why i celebrate christmas...JESUS! then i thought about one of my favorite christmas eve memories from when i was a child. my brother, josh, tori, and i had decided to stay up as late as we could. i was probably 10 or 11 so this was an easier task than when we were just wee little children. as my brother sneaked into tori's and my room, i suggested that we put on a "show" singing about christmas for our mom and dad. we knew that they would be exchanging their own gifts to one another before christmas morning mayhem began. so the three of us practiced our made up song and choreographed it until it was perfect enough to remember for five more minutes. christmas eve became christmas early morning and we crept down the stairs and put on our song and dance for our parents. we all laughe, checked our what our parents had gotten for each other, and watched the yule log on tv until our eyelids could not stay open any longer. i love that memory, and i think i am the only one who really remembers it because it was my ridiculous idea. but it meant something to me to spend time with my siblings and parents before we got lost in wrapping paper, new video games, and people coming in and out of our house...family and friends alike.
i encourage you, my faithful readers, take the time to pause during the craziness of this week to remember the things that mean most to you...things you cannot purchase or find anywhere else except in your heart.
this is beth signing off.
mission accomplished
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