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One Year, I’ll Do Christmas Right

Every year I think to myself “This is going to be the year that I finish my Christmas shopping on time!”  I have visions of spending Christmas Eve sipping hot cocoa and listening to Mannheim Steamrollers instead of fighting with my brother over the communal wrapping paper. I have visions of not spending twenty minutes…

Picture Perfect… Almost

As fate would have it, I did in fact wish The Wedding Date “Happy Birthday” instead of “Merry Christmas.”  It’s not that I don’t know the different between “Feliz Navidad” and “Feliz Cumpleaños”—I do— it’s just that I was in a rush and I always write “Happy Birthday” in Spanish on Facebook so when I…

Feliz Something-Or-Other

It’s funny what a difference a year can make.  This time last year, I was smashing candy canes with a vengeance for my annual foray into holiday-chocolate making because I was so frustrated by Date #17 and his workaholic tendencies.  This year, however, there was very little to be angry about—not with The Wedding Date…

Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?

Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending the entire weekend together, this is kind of a big deal).  Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be tempted to smash my cell phone against the wall and swear off men…

PSM#2, Part 2

After my first date with PSM#2, I found myself looking forward to our second meeting with entirely too much enthusiasm.  My brief dalliance with Date #4 taught me that the more you look forward to seeing someone, the more they’re going to disappoint you.  Time spent preparing for a date is inversely proportional to the…

My Third Date with PSM#1

For Christmas I received, amongst other things, the Bath and Body Works 2010 V.I.P. Bag.  It contained (also amongst other things) a bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel.  “Great!” I thought.  “The next time I have a man over to spend the night, I can present him with his very own bottle of Twilight…

Christmas Day at Casa Richter

About halfway into our appetizers at Ikko Hibachi Restaurant on Christmas Day, my grandmother asks, “So Katrina, do you have any special men in your life?”  Because it’s Christmas, I decide to spare her the truth; she nearly had a heart attack three Easters ago when I informed her I was dating a Jew. The…