Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas.
It's that time of year again. I love it. One of the best holidays. You get to be with your family. It's snowing. All the delicious food. And of course, presents. If I were religious, I'd also include that it's Jesus' birthday. And it is, however, I'm not religious so it doesn't really mean very much to me. Of course, if it wasn't for Jesus, we probably wouldn't have a Christmas. So I guess I should include him.
This time last year, I was driving on the interstate, coming from Boise to my parents' house in Bloomington. And around the Pocatello area, it was blizzarding so bad that I couldn't see the road and was driving about twenty mph on the interstate. I stopped in Pocatello at a gas station and called my parents. My mom told me to stay in Pocatello because she didn't want me driving. I refused because I wanted to get home. So I kept driving and luckily, after Pocatello, the weather was fine and the drive was perfect. This year, there was no blizzard. It was windy in some places and where there was wind, there was sometimes ice. So it took me a little longer to get home, but much better than last year. So I'm thankful for that.
I do wish I could spend the holiday with my man. But he came home with me for Thanksgiving, so I figured for Christmas it would be ok to go our seperate ways. But now I'm lonely. I miss him. Especially sleeping alone. It's weird. But we planned on having our own little Christmas at the apartment with Trevin when I get home. And plus the weather there isn't so great; hello, winter storm warning! So I'm worried about him driving to his parents' house today, especially because it's a canyon-type road for about twenty minutes. And his car isn't the best winter car. So I'll be worried part of the day until I hear from him that he made it. But then I'll be worried again when he drives back home tonight, when the weather will probably be even worse. Ah the joys of winter.
So the best Christmas present ever was recieved by me. I got my computer back. Thank God. It does suck because I have to redo everything. New picture. New programs. Downloading everything back on. And then saving it so I won't lose it if my hard drive dies again. Of course, now I can rearrange everything better and it's not so crowded. But it will be soon.
I forgot how annoying ten-year-old girls can be. Especially an only child. Yes, yes, I know, I'm an only child as well. And I was ten once. But I have confirmed more than once that I was quite a bit more calm at that age. Different personalities and such. But my God. I can't decide who is more work : a ten-year-old girl, or a two-year-old boy. Because both are difficult. But ah, family.