I hardly know where to start and how not to type out 1,000,000 uninteresting details that nobody will care about - or maybe they will, I don't know - anywho I guess fellow bloggers understand - we have a LOT to say, like all the time, and to not write for 3 months where we would normaly write at least 5 times a week - and to try to pick up and recap - is impossible. And I have forgotten how to use punctuation. Ah well I'm just gonna lump this crap out here, yall sort it out, you wouldn't come here if you thought I was perfect anyways.
Coming up to Christmas so far away from home, our money either spent or stolen the world beating us down like sad dogs at EVERY TURN (it's probably a good thing I couldn't blog for this would have been a sad depressing doomsday blog for a few months and you all would want to either cry or slap me) Christmas just was NOT looking apealing. At all. Zero. Like for real I was just not going to celebrate.
BUT I have my husband and my family and they came through like I'd never have imagined. One day about a week and a half before Christmas I came home from my job - depressed that I hated my job sooo incredibly much - I opened our front door and saw that Chino had drug out my Christmas decorations and piled them in a heap infront of the lil Christmas tree I've used for years now. He had mearly took the tree out of the storage box and propped it up, bent in 20 directions and bed-head looking from being crammed in a too small box for the last year. :P I'm not one for lovingly putting away Christmas decortations 3 weeks after I should have already :P Anyways, he propped it up all comic and sad wrote on a peice of paper "Chaqita Help Me" and stabbed the papper with one of the wire branches.
:) I'll never forget the sight :)