Love and Glee

This Christmas has been a bit strange for me. How, you might ask...

I'm not too sure. It's probably because I haven't gotten any of my Christmas shopping done. Or it could be because I don't have any Christmas decorations in my new little apartment. There is also limited snow right now (it's Wyoming, I wasn't prepared for a SHORTAGE of snow...but I'll take it). But I think the main reason this Christmas has been strange for me is because I miss all my wonderful friends and family. :(

I cannot wait for this weekend, I get to go to California and have my first Christmas with my WHOLE family in about 5 years!


yeah, I love 'em

Hope everyone's holiday season is full of love and glee!

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  1. abbyDecember 22, 2009 at 8:30 PM

    i'm officially a stalker...i mean follower of you now. well not of you, but your blog. however i'm not in this official family photo which is a little disappointing. i mean i did attend family game night back in the day, riiiight?

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  2. andreaDecember 23, 2009 at 5:02 PM

    FINALLY i have a stalker! yes i agree, you should be in this pic as well...ill see if i can do something about that. btw your blog name is 'abby winell' not 'abby vanderson' i almost forgot what your maiden name was...it was a weird moment for me

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