Christmas Eve at the Vineyard

I am going to first off start this post with something I really have never been much good at since for one, I am a very proud person, and two I don't like being wrong. So here it goes, I am terrible sorry! I have been MIA for the past few weeks due to many factors here they are (skip if you do not care there is a fashion post amongst this rambling somewhere): 1: No inspiration, nothing has caught my eye to spotlight or write about. I've been in a blah state sort of with all the rush of the holidays. 2: School. Though we have finals after break we had tests in so many of my classes I nearly cried, I just got out on Thursday. It was torturous. 3: No cute outifts. I hate to admit it but I have been dressing lazy nearly everyday. No not cute UGGs and big sweaters lazy but jeans (thank god I have enough class to not wear sweats outside my home, the airport, and the gym otherwise I would have been wearing those too. *Shivers*) over sized faded Texas A&M hoodies and Converse sneakers that have seen better days... MUCH better days. 4: Actually I don't have a four... Hummm need I come up with anymore excuses or will you forgive me already? Pretty please with a cherry (not those nasty maraschino ones but a real one like we grow on the farm) on top? Now on to the blogging.

Just kidding going to run through my day, skip to the "SKIP TO HERE" in pink letters if you really do not care.

My best friend M and I went shopping (she lives at my house practically, I'll come home and she will be making rice, (she a vegetarian so pretty much we live off of rice, pasta, and salad, oh and Chipotle if possible even though I do eat meat) or wrapping presents, or watching TV, but more often than not she will be making tea, usually peppermint or Tazo's Passion one. Actually she was sending out our Christmas cards when I came home from the barn Friday.) We waited till today to do our Christmas shopping. I still need to get her and my other best friend D something, I go after Christmas and hit the sales. I am very stingy.

Her mother then practically threatened her car if she didn't come home after that and spend Christmas eve with her biological family. So I was left alone to suffer, just kidding, we opened half our presents at home since my dad refused to drag them all up the hill to my grandparents where I am now and my parents will be come tomorrow 7:30 am sharp(that means 8). I then came up the hill to the Grandparents itty bitty vineyard. I love my grandparents, they are actually step grandparents but that is a simple technicality. They a bit eccentric in some ways but they are great. My aunt, cousin, and I then played monopoly, watched Christmas Story, drove remote control race cars, and then after much pestering from Aunt T and Grandma my cousin, H, and I hopped into our PJs and brushed our teeth. After he was asleep I had to pull myself back out of bed and go wrap his key board and stand from Santa. That was a jolly good time those things were a pain in the rear to wrap. Then some how I got roped into making a Chocolate cream pie and in the process got my hand caught in a hand mixer. I was fine but Grandma and Granddad had a fit and a half. So now I am finally back in bed and writing this. Now may we let the blogging begin!

SKIP TO HERE IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT MY RAMBLING 

My outfit to go to the Grandparents Not really preppy but none the less cute: 

Pink cardi: Forever 21, Lace Tank: Forever 21, Necklace: Forever 21, Jeans: ZCO Jeans Boots: Rocket Dog Jacket: CI Sono By Caralini

Each year something purple is given to me in my purple sparkly box, love.

The moon when I arrived at Grandparent's

Game of Monopoly in which my eight-year-old cousin destroyed me. 

I was the Scotty, duh

Before

After, I am Wrapping Royalty. Word Dawg. Get my joke? Okay I'll wrap this up. Hahahahahahahaha!! I am just so Punny. Teehee

Now I am off to bed so I can wake up at the crack of dawn when I know H will be up. I'll get some pics of grapes tomorrow, watcha think? Love ya! Have a very Merry Christmas and may peace be with your families. 

Love, Girl in the Green Breeches