Holy crap it's almost Christmas

I feel like I dropped the ball on the whole "Christmas cheer" thing. Or maybe I should say that it peaked at the end of November. Not for lack of trying because our tivo is chock full of every cheesy Christmas flick we could stuff it with, and my ipod's constantly crooning Josh Groban christmas classics, and we did don the holiday sweaters, yo. But it's like, fizzling. Now it's crunch time and feels kind of yucky. Kind of stressful. That's what happens to queenprocrastinators. Every year. Every stinkin year.

But whatever, I feel kind of over it. It will all get reignited when we go to Cali to be with the fam.

So in other, more random news, I'm officially upset that Top Chef is over. My wednesdays will not be the same. And I'm reminded of this as I keep getting interrupted from writing this blog because I have to wipe the shit eating grin off my face as I watch these Top Chef outtakes. You know how it is, finding that perfect little escape from reality. Some, like, read. I watch Top Chef. And for the record, Kevin should have won.

Other news...I was at a pt's home the other day, and I was texting something on my phone, and yes I had absolutely horrible posture I admit, but the pt's daughter actually said to me, "So when are you due". Oh. My. God. I'm all like, "actually I have a six month old" and she's all like "oh, guess I put my foot in my mouth," and I'm all like "well I guess I was sticking my stomach out", and she's all like "yeah I remember how hard it was to lose the baby weight". Again! Oh. My. God! Ok, I admit I'm not completely back to prepregnancy weight! I admit I'm not toned and running every morning. But it's not like I have this big protruding pooch either. And I still fit in my size 6 jeans bitch! GAWD!

So Mike and I were watching my new favorite movie "Julie and Julia" and he decided the idea was brilliant and has now set out to cook every recipe in his Colorado Colore book. And yes, he even started a blog. Isn't that c-u-t-e? So here's the link to my hubby's blog. It's Top Chef every night here now.

Oh, and let me end with this. My little Santa baby. Getting so big.