Christmas is two weeks away – just in case you weren’t aware. I just realized that I have a fair amount of shopping to do in the next couple of weeks. On Sunday, I need to bake a few dozen cookies for a cookie swap at work. I haven’t been studying for my next section of the CPA exam at all, but it still seems like I’m too busy to notice how quickly the holiday season is slipping by. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind over the past few weeks. Did you know I’m approaching my one-year anniversary already at work? Completely crazy. I’m trying to figure out what I’ve actually done over the past 12 months. I bought a house. And my husband is finishing his master’s degree later this month. But work? No idea where the time went.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want to do after my rotational program is finished at work. I have another 12 months in the program, so there’s no particular hurry. Still, I’m just so unsure of what I want to do at work. I’ve spent the past 12 months soaking in as much as I can, and learning about different career paths other folks have followed. I just don’t know yet where I will really fit in for the long haul. Considering how quickly the past 12 months have flown by, I know I should at least be thinking about all of this now. Ugh, though – all this thinking is really clouding up my normally-bright holiday season.
We went out to cut down our Christmas tree last weekend. We ended up choosing a Colorado spruce. But ouch! – the needles are so sharp. I’m definitely missing the fir we picked out last year. I at least hoped the sharp needles would keep the cats away, but no such luck with that.
So we spent some time getting things situated, and I began stringing some lights later that day. Did I mention yet how sharp the needles were? Not pleasant. I had to make some adjustments just to get through stringing the lights.

Those are, indeed, work gloves and eye glasses (which Justin needed for an internship earlier this year). Sexy... no?
Even with the gloves, long sleeves, and eye protection, both Justin and I made a startling discovery later in the evening. Turns out we’re allergic (or at least super sensitive) to either the tree, or something that may have been sprayed on the tree. We both broke out in a rash on our hands and arms, and Justin’s hand swelled up like crazy. At that point, I only had about half the lights on the tree, and I was dreading the process of stringing the rest of them. Justin’s hand was much worse, but here’s a snapped picture of my arm – hopefully you can see the pink spots.
Took me a few more days, but I finally got the remaining lights on the tree. On Friday, we put on some Christmas music, got a fire going in the fireplace, and put the ornaments on. The itchy-ness was worth it in the end, but I don’t think we’ll be returning to that tree farm again next year. Or getting a spruce. You know, just to be safe.
Thinking we may need a few more ornaments, though… Especially of the non-breakable kind. Notice the bare branches at the bottom? And the plastic blue/green/silver right above that? Well, our cats remember all the fun they had with last year’s Christmas tree, and they’ve already turned a couple of ornaments into kitty-sized soccer balls. You can insert a huge sigh and eye-roll here. They should thank their lucky stars that they’re so cute.






































