Not to complain or anything, but White Christmas is ready for me to pick it up from the library. Pretty much as soon as I heard that I became emotionally done with everything and my deepest darkest need to watch Christmas movies while knitting took over. So yeah, I'm in a pretty dark place today. Because I don't want to be at my desk, memorizing Bible verses for tonight's Bible study like the procrastinator I am. I want to curl up in my sweat pants with my knitting and figure out what all the Christmas fuss is about with White Christmas.
Shame that I need to wait until at least Thursday to find time to do so.
Officially 2012 is going to be the year that I got with it and watched the Christmas movies that people always talk about but I've never seen. I grew up with Miracle on 34th Street but it was black and white so I was naturally bored by it. As many times as I sat down to watch it growing up, I couldn't tell you what happens if my life depended on it. Maybe I should add that one to my list, too.
Last year I finally saw all of A Christmas Story. I'd seen snippets of it growing up, but I think 2011 was the first time I ever watched it front to back. I know it's so terribly racist, but I laughed so hard at the "fa-ra-ra-ra-ra" part. If you haven't seen A Christmas Story I think you should really get on that, okay?
My absolute favourite Christmas movie is The Santa Clause. It was only a couple years ago that I finally realized the wit and irony in the title. Clause. Get it? Santa Claus with an "e"? Genius!
Then, of course, there's Love Actually which, for the record, I will be watching in a new light. Creepy weird guy that's in love with Keira Knightley is totally Rick from the Walking Dead. It's a good thing he's such a graceful loser to the guy that was in Serenity otherwise there would have been a serious throw down between evil government operatives and post-apocalyptic cops willing to do anything for survival. I may never be able to watch those scenes the same way again. Until, of course, she offers him banoffee pie. Um, Canada, you need to get on that banoffee pie wagon right now. I forgot all about it until just now. SO. GOOD. If Keira Knightley showed up at my door offering banoffee pie I would give her every single video I owned in exchange.
Anyway, this isn't about Christmas movies or British deserts. Or maybe it is now, I don't know. I wanted to tell you about my night last night.
Last night I felt like a university student again. A very, very busy university student. I had to do some budget reconciling, so after I bought Christmas card envelopes, pooped the dog, made dinner, and threw laundry in, it was pretty much 6:30. Because I am the definition of efficiency. I reconciled in Quicken until I made a stupid mistake I couldn't find and had to take a break to clear my head. Since I didn't have time to do that, I turned to my Bible study homework.
Every week we have to listen to an hour long sermon by John MacArthur, memorize a verse, and do some homework. I know, right? Way more work than I thought it would be. This is the third official week and I totally failed at memorizing last week's verse. I just raised the white flag an hour before Bible study and admitted that I had left everything too close to the last minute and wasn't going to get it all done.
Last night I turned on the week's sermon and got on that laundry fold train. You know, the one I've been avoiding for the past several weeks. It's a tale as old as time. Anyway, I actually found that I was really enjoying myself. Apparently I'm a million times more productive at the laundry folding when I'm not watching TV. I guess it kind of makes sense. John MacArthur is my new laundry folding buddy. He's not much help though, to tell the truth. He just talks and I do all the hard work.
By the time the hour long sermon ended I was not only surprised that I still had laundry to fold, but I was also a little disappointed in the fact that it was now 9 o'clock and I still had a bazillion things I wanted to get done. I was also in the middle of folding a pile of clothes so I figured I'd finish that load, put them away, then move on to the super fun written part of my Bible study.
I've told you before that I don't listen to music while I run, opting for podcasts instead. I do, however, listen to music sometimes while I'm cooling down and trudging back home. Because, you know, you need motivation to actually walk back up that moderate incline to get home once you've already spent your energy.
It turns out, my post-run songs make really excellent laundry folding music. For serious. I don't have a ton of music on my phone, but it's pretty much Kelly Clarkson, Matt Maher, Matthew Mayfield, and Mother Mother. There are a couple Jars of Clay songs and some Mumford and Sons thrown in there for good measure but that's about it. I know it's all a very odd mix, but I love it.
The best is when Kelly comes on and sings about how what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. Um, yeah. If that 20 minute run didn't kill me I'm definitely a stronger person. Or Mother Mother comes on and invites me to fall in love. Matthew Mayfield wants to grow old with me, Jars of Clay talk about them good monsters, and Matt Maher is breaking down prisons, rising up, and all around making me want dance in some sort of awkward fashion. (Because that's the only fashion I know how to dance around in.)
Anyway, Kelly came on right after Mr. MacArthur and basically told in no unclear way that her life would suck without me. I, um, maybe have been jumping around and doing some of my sweet sweet dance moves with the laundry. There is no shame, okay? I admit to nothing.
Then, because I knew that one more overnight reconciliation of the bank account session would drive me absolutely insane, I made time to watch Castle. It's called priorities. It was also totally worth it because it was a Christmas episode. I can't believe Christmas is three weeks away because as far as I'm concerned the Christmas spirit is right here, right now. Three more weeks just means that I have that much longer to relish in it. Hallelujah!
I now miss running and hope to get back into it on Thursday. Who have I become?
Okay, I'm done now.