Ah, the holidays. Well, now they're over. I managed to reap lots of good things, including a Belgian waffle maker (mmmm), some cool shirts, and a bunch of random Scrabble things (NSA here I come). It was quite fun and wonderful, although for whatever reason I don't enjoy holidays with my family quite as much as I used to. I honestly can't wait to have a house so people will come visit us for the holidays.

Speaking of which, for those who read my last post and were left wondering, the us situation is resolved and better than ever. Well sometimes. But anyone who's had a relationship knows that there are always bumps in the road. For me I think that a lot of the bumps are caused by my family. I love them, but they drive me nuts, since they always seem like they think Ryan is bad for me, Ryan is immature, Ryan is irresponsible, Ryan this, Ryan that, whatever; to break it down, they think I should break up with him. They were thrilled when I did, and (I heard from my sister) crushed when we got back together a week later. I think they have potentially damaging psychological effects on me. Not that Ryan is perfect, but neither am I, and we generally seem to get along all right together.

Although I can understand why they think some of the things they do. I have a tendency to complain about Ryan more than I should. My New Year's resolution for 2003 should be to start keeping my mouth shut -- keeping our problems between the two of us, and only saying good things about him to other people. This is harder than it sounds. But on the bright side, I have pinpointed the source of the problem: surprise, it's my mother, who also has a tendency to complain about my father... I hardly ever hear anything good about him out of her mouth. Having been raised in a house where this is all I heard, doesn't it make sense that I would grow up to do the same thing?

So my mission is to stop it here. I am in love, and there's no reason everyone shouldn't know it. I love Ryan. Ryan, I love you. Merry Christmas.

(Yeah, that went WAY off-topic. All I wanted to do was wish everyone a happy holiday, but I talked to my mother five minutes ago and obviously it's still on my mind. I should have been a psychology major.) ;)