Oak Harbor, WA

Well, no. Actually, I’m getting fat. Living with my parents temporarily while I help them move has not turned into the most conducive environment to get healthy. We are constantly trying to get rid of food in the fridge and cupboards so I am encouraged to eat. I make at least two if not three giant cappuccinos a day and even though I am constantly packing boxes, the manual labor is not exercise at all.

But Christmas has come and gone and it wasn’t so bad. My sisters came up for about a day and a half and then packing resumed. I can think of two favorite Christmas moments this year. First my dad claimed he didn’t want to eat any more sweets or junk and then proceeded to dive into the Christmas goodies on the counter. I snatched them away with a scolding, “If you don’t want to eat junk, then just don’t! You don’t see me eating any of this crap.” Then after he walked away I noticed a chocolate coated coconut cookie like thing, snatched it from the candy dish, then hid myself in the living room to eat it. Within seconds my dad walked by, looked at me, and said, “You’re horrible. That’s rich, Katie.” I couldn’t stop laughing. I think I laughed for a good three minutes while my dad went upstairs to squeel on me to my mom. Good times, good times.

Second great memory? When I was in Europe I grabbed four more Playboys for my collection. A Dutch, German, Czech, and British issue to add to my existing Polish issue and the standard American issues. So what does this have to do with Christmas? Late Christmas day, after my parents went to bed, my sisters and I were watching TV and arguing over the clicker, when I realized they were going through my Playboys. The funny thing is that our usual Christmas fights had been at an all time low, until this. My two older sisters began bickering over whose turn it was to see which Playboy issue. If only I had a video camera. Ah, those precious Christmas moments.