I’ve been a bad blogger, I know. I guess I can’t handle such schedule changes like November turning into December. I seriously don’t know how the month got away from me, but it was a whirlwind of events, and though it’s passed, today, I’m writing about Christmas, because it was a very special day for me.
My Christmas morning started off awesomely. On top of my faux taxidermy pygmy moose and old school lunch box in the shape of the TARDIS, I was so excited over the real moose poop earrings and new Doctor Who shirt that Greg gave me, that I immediately donned both, forgoing the customary casual, but nice, attire for family Christmas festivities. The two of us headed over to my parents’ house to have breakfast and exchange gifts. My mom almost died of laughter over a reenacted photo my brothers and I made for her, and gave us a good laugh in the process. Also, while at my parents’, I received a call from my cousin Monica who had just become engaged the night before. Christmas was definitely off to a great start, and it was only 11am!
We all headed up to my Grandma’s house where I spent quality time with cousins, aunts, and uncles while stuffing my face with tamales and hummus. (Not at the same time, though I might actually have to try that someday.) I usually leave the baking to Greg, but I found a melty snowman cookie recipe on Pinterest that I really wanted to try, and they actually came out great, so I brought them up for my family to enjoy. (this part could really be omitted from my story, but I’m so proud of them, and it’s my blog, so I’ll do what I want!)
One of my aunts from the other side of my family hosted a Christmas party in the evening, with a dessert contest as the main event. As I said, I leave the baking to Greg, and only assist when necessary. He made a buttload of desserts and ended up winning the title of Best Damn Dessert for his cheesecake filled strawberries seated upon a brownie base, covered with decorative frosting and sprinkles to look like Christmas trees. (I helped with the sprinkles.)
We also had our traditional gag gift exchange where cousins went home with such prizes as a bracelet made of real wisdom teeth and an icebox with a whole frozen octopus. We decided to try a new gambling game this year, but of course, our professional gambler of a Grandma won all the money, so we’ll probably never play that game again (or wait for her to go home first).
But a family party would not be complete without a round of Burping Bradley. This is a game we made up last year where everyone writes one noun and one verb on slips of paper that get put in their respective Noun and Verb bowls. Then, one at a time, each player draws a noun and verb to act out in front of the crowd. Sounds lame, but it’s fun, and that’s because my family gets creatively gross, where people are picking up phones with their bare asses, humping someone’s ear, or sometimes doing something mild, such as burping Bradley; thus the name was born.
Little did I know, my brother Kevin rigged the game so that Greg would be the last to take a turn. When he drew “Erica” as his noun, it didn’t strike me as out of the ordinary, because names get thrown in there all the time to add to the humor. He laughed upon reading the verb to himself (as people generally do), and refusing to tell me what it was, he told me that I needed to stand up and close my eyes. I stood there trembling, worried that he was about to pants me, or shove a dessert in my face, but all of a sudden, I heard everyone tell me to open my eyes, and there he was, down on one knee, with a beautiful ring, asking me to marry him. I eagerly shook my head yes, and with what little breath that wasn’t taken away from me, managed to whisper out a barely audible, “Yes!”
My brother got it all on film and edited together a little video for us to have and cherish forever. I’ll share the video below, along with some pictures that my cousin Marissa took during the event.