Without a doubt, my favorite Christmastime movie is National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase and Randy Quaid. I laugh hysterically every single time. Plus, it’s level of immaturity, inappropriateness, and twisted humor is right up my alley. A couple years ago, Husband and I began watching Love Actually and it’s become an annual tradition. How The Grinch Stole Christmas (starring Jim Carrey) has one of my favorite songs by Faith Hill, Where Are You Christmas? The Family Stone is tolerable, especially the food fight scene. It definitely reminds you that every family has its dysfunction. I also enjoy watching Tim Allen as The Santa Clause.
I am most thankful for faith, my marriage, family and friends. I am blessed.
Hands down, my mother. There, I said it. Fifteen years ago, I would have cringed at the thought of becoming like my mother, but truth is: we all become a miniature version of our mothers. Good, bad or indifferent. Mine is a jewel, I’ll love her forever. She’s classy, sassy, and a bit smart assy. (Sorry Mom, but I had to include that last sentence!)
This question assumes I consume drinks at Saint Arbucks. I am not a coffee drinker, hot or iced, foam latte or venti. Seriously, what does that gobbly-gook even mean?!?! If you were to ask me what I drink at Sonic, I’d say “Route 44 sweet tea *OR* Route 44 Coke with extra cherry syrup.” That’s the more important question!!!!!!!!