Merry Christmas!

i love these people, know what I'm saying??

                                         (dinner at Angus Barn)

Cubans

I would have to say that I am blessed. I know that many people say that, but of course, with the holidays, it's made me somewhat dissect my life, and I can honestly say, I am blessed. The family that I work with, they're so humble with everything they have, and they went way over the top with the gifts that they gave me. Of course with the holidays though, come frustration when you  mix distant family members. Cubans are very hard headed but lately, it just makes me laugh at how retarded they can be. Currently, my aunts are bickering about what time to have Noche Buena (Christmas Eve) and who's bringing flan and sangria. I think it's so freaking funny! We all know that once I set up my wii, it's going to make everything better, and everyone will play it and be happy, know what I'm saying??

Some Tum?

This weekend, the weather has been really ugly - but me, Jenn and Brooke were able to take care of Thomas, which we love so freaking much. That boy has grown! He's even got snags and eats whole food. Heather asked us to try and feed him "chicken sticks" which look and smell exactly like vienna sausages, so as you can imagine, they were pretty gross and smelled pretty bad. Thomas talks, walks and even can tell you when he doesn't want things. 

Want some sandwich?:

As you can tell, we had the best time ever with that boy. He's just so freaking cute. At the beginning of the weekend, I don't know why, but I was really sick, but it just hit me like a ton of bricks, but I'm slowly feeling better. Speaking of time, I realized the other day how soon Christmas was, and how I love this season. I mean -- I remember last year at New Years like it was yesterday. 

Where has the time gone, know what I'm sayin??

Post Office

So I work with a boy, and he's the cutest thing around. He's allowed me to really understand many aspects children and special needs, assuming I've never really had to deal with children in that nature. Colin is one in a million. He understands moods and feelings, and is truly sensitive to compassion, which is usually an aspect that is lacked of in autism. This can be awesome and sometimes really funny as well. Children grow, they learn, sometimes blurb out things when you don't want them to. This is especially true when he knows body parts. So let me get to it:

We were at a post office, waiting patiently in line to get an envelope weighed and mailed off, and as curious as he is, Colin edges himself to the counter before we were called. He loves to get to know people, no matter the circumstance. He leans up to the counter, nicely asking Laura what she was doing. She said "just working." Without hesitation Colin then replies with "i want a nipple sandwich" followed with dropping a major air-bomb. Now remember, I'm still in line, not wanting to lose my spot, but continually asking him to come back with me in line. Let's just say that the crowd around me didn't think it was the most humorous thing they'd ever come faced with, but I just laughed and was grateful for another day full of air-bombs and the word nipple. 

I love my job, and Colin - know what I'm saying??

Biltmore

I don't know how I feel about a blog, but I'm going to give it a whirl. If people read it, awesome -- if not, no harm done. This past weekend, I went with my friend to the Biltmore, and seriously, if you've never been, its freaking amazing! It ended up being a perfect day, with the perfect friend. We wanted to see the Biltmore at night, for their Christmas show, but they were all sold out when we tried to get tickets, so we opted for the next best thing: buy every specialty and behind-the-scenes tour that they offered. It was a little pricey but not much in compared to the money we would have spent on a hotel. 

Tim and I had left that morning from Raleigh at about 7am, and didn't eat anything on the way up. Once we bought our tickets, we realized we only had 20 minutes to get from the car to the start of our tour. That meant no time for eating. Little did we realize that we'd not be able to eat until the sun set later that evening. We just couldn't come to terms to pay $11.50 for a freaking chicken sandwich. I had brought my jacket, thinking it'd be cold, and in between us realizing the extreme prices, I had lost my jacket. We couldn't miss the start of the tour or else we'd be left behind, so I just had to suck it up and take the fact that I had lost it.  Both lost and founds didn't have a trace of it either. After the 5 hours in the Biltmore, on the way to the shops, is my jacket, laying nicely folded on a table! Seriously, it was a god-send, and I felt like a retard because I ran up to it, as if it was a lost child, and laughed. Tim had to remind me of the scene I was making for myself but I didn't care... I had found my jacket!

Lots of people getting engaged, tis the season, know what i'm saying?