The goodbyes have been said, the family has been hugged, and the TSA agent has been annoyed. It's time to reflect on what why I'm almost peeing myself to get back to school and on the little bits of Texas that keep me looking in my figurative rear view mirror.
My Christmas Tree Family
Marcelina (sp?): The littlest ray of sunshine on the right. She has been a godsend and the key to my mother's sanity over the past few months while I've been gone. Over the break I learned that she and Darrell have been exchanging vocab. He now knows his colors in Spanish, and she now describes Darrell as "sexy" when he wears his black polo. Probably the first and last time that word will be used to describe my brother.
Mom: What a champ. I'm going to miss her and her unbelievable niceness so much over the next two months. I can only wonder how such a sweet little Smurf produced me.
Darrell: One part frustrating, two parts awesome. For example, the conversation we had shortly before this picture was taken.
Lindsay: Hold on, Darrell, Mom is in her room primping because she knows she's getting her picture taken.
Darrell: Oh, she's always so worried about looking good.
Lindsay: Yeah, she's probably in there putting on a freaking suit or something.
Darrell: Yeah, and perfume.
Lindsay: For a picture?
Abbie: Possibly the craziest dog in the world in her day. She has since deteriorated into senile cuteness, but we still live in perpetual fear of her booming barks. If we sacrifice enough red meat and offer enough belly rubs, she sometimes lets us hear ourselves think for an hour or two a day.
MY FRIDGE!!!!!
It packs a punch. Hidden in this vast jungle is roast beef, red beans and rice, boiled shrimp, fried shrimp, fried catfish, and about five pounds of fresh fruits. Bubba would be proud.
My Winter Wardrobe
I'll miss it, and The Woodlands in general. Not only is it one of the few places where a Christmas Eve grocery run can be conducted in a tshirt and shorts, but it has the added bonus of deeming such a wardrobe to be in fashion. I came off the plane wearing a blazer and scarf and was immediately judged. I actually enjoy the change of seasons and am warming up to D.C.'s relatively cold weather, but with winter coming up, I will reflect back on the past three, very warm weeks, as the calm before the storm.
Fortunately, I have more than a few things propelling me back into D.C.'s frigid but welcoming arms. Namely....
Roommate of the Millennium
She's also the only roommate I've ever had, but we won't mention that. Her general policies of caring about humanity and being adorably compassionate and fierce at the same time are starting to work their magic on my cold, absent, ginger soul. Kelly should be mentioned her as well as a Pseudoroomie of the Millennium. She's also deeply fabulous and loving and is coming dangerously close to convincing me to be pro-life.
Ruggers
With DAWW and recruiting and general rugby love coming up, I can't wait to be with these ladies again. I also need an excuse to hit someone. It might be worrisome, but nothing makes my day like a good ruck.
