||[Jan. 4th, 2006|12:54 pm]
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i feel so unproductive, but i guess that's what vacation is all about. it's 11:59am and i'm still in my p.j.'s and my teeth aren't brushed. i can't even enjoy this freedom because something deep down tells me i should feel guilty that ryan is slaving away at work, as he did yesterday and will have to tomorrow, to earn money for us to live. i deserve this though, i shouldn't feel any guilt. come next monday i will be slaving away in my own hell of school for 6 months.
unproductive as i am right now, my vacation has been eventful. especially christmas- which i consider a 3 day party starting with christmas eve...
(gma & gpa becerra with the gkids)
which we spend with ryan's extended family. we eat the tamale's we made and froze on tamale night and the older adults get slightly hammered on champagne and wine- that's when it starts to get fun. we take too many pictures then open presents. there are only three little kids (very different from my family.) my favorite part is when grandpa becerra brings out the toys for the little kids that he actually makes with his own hands in his wood shop. ryan has a ton from when he was a kid. i hope i have kids while he's still young enough to build stuff.
then on christmas morning...
we get up at 4:30am to go to my mom's house by 5:30am (where all my siblings are already awake) and get to wake my parents up at 6am. my mom has a different secret code every year so we don't know whose presents are whose and get to guess on christmas morning. when she finally tells us (this year it was the type of card on the present)my little brother plays santa and passes all the presents out and we go in a circle- youngest to oldest, opening one at a time. around 8:30am we go to...
ryan's parents' house to do their christmas morning. we go in a circle opening one at a time. then bobbi, my mother-in-law, makes this huge amazing breakfast. (way different from my mom's breakfast of giving us poptarts in our stockings). then at 1pm we go to church. ryan didn't want to go but we decided to. after all, what were we celebrating?
then christmas evening...
we go to my extended family (on my dad's side). each family (that means my dad's siblings, there are seven of them) has to do a talent before opening presents. the talents consist of musical instruments (piano, guitar, xylophone, flute and trombone), skits, stories, singing, etc. then after opening presents, everyone puts on the pajamas grandma got them for a picture (seen above.) then we do a white elephant gift exchange.
on christmas adam (day after)...
we did our 6th annual trip to knotts berry farm with the extended family. snoopy on ice and the whole bit. i was slightly depressed when i saw that they took out the swings.
on new years eve...
we celebrated christmas with my mom's side of the extended family in vegas. that side of the family is so big that we had to do it at a church building on a basket ball court. each family does a talent and then we do a white elephant gift exchange. max was devastated when nathan tried to steal his slurpe machine.everyone boo'd until nathan gave it back and then max guarded that thing with his life.
and then we went to pahrump.
this was all we did there- lay around. i remember having to go there as a teenager, my mom used to hang it over our heads as the ultimate punishment "if i can't keep you under control i'm going to send you to live with your grandparents in pahrump." my poor little sister had to spend her new years there. but now i kinda like it. it's weird to step outside and realize that there are people out there who live in totally different conditions and surrounding than yourself. and it was ryan's first pahrump experience so it was fun to see his reaction.
prostitution is legal there so there are tons of "brothels," so you can guess some of the weird things we get to see there. they're opening a men's brothel, with male prostitutes. although they claim it's not targeted at the homosexual population, what woman would actually go there? women just aren't the same as men, they don't need to pay for it if they want it. and they're more concerned with the feelings involved. i just don't see how it would work.
anyway, if you think this entry was long and draining to read, just remember that i had to live it. that's why i have to keep telling myself that i don't need to feel guilty for being such a sloth today.