The chief enemy of creativity... is "good" sense. ~Pablo Picasso
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A little kick in your Christmas step

So it seems everyone is posting pictures of their Christmas trees online this year...

Well, before you judge my tree, let's paint a little picture. 
I'll be Bob Ross... you be, the awestruck PBS Saturday afternoon viewer. 

Some people say I'm hyper - I prefer energized.
Others might call me A.D.D. 
 Maybe it's just that I can think outside the box, and bun, the bag....look squirrel!
:)

I suppose it's true...when I wake up in the morning, my mouth usually opens the same time my eyes do.
That being said, every once in a while I need a little pick me up.

Coffee is ok, in a pinch but it can make my stomach feel ill.
And most energy drinks just have that weird aftertaste.

Most... energy drinks. 

I've become rather enamored with an energy drink I tried a few years ago. 
One night I was desperate...  I had to go out to the clubs. 
It sounds awkward just remembering it, and I'm sure my face echoed the sentiment. 
You see, normally, when the sun goes down... I go down. As in, asleep. 
I am not... a big 'clubber'

Part of my "job" is to keep the dance party going on the finish line at our big races... and I have found one energy drink never lets me down.
 It's pumped full of B Vitamins, it doesn't have a weird aftertaste and no weird jittery feelings either. 

So... you're probably wondering where I'm going with this....

What do you do when you've vowed not to buy anything new for a year, but you don't really have cool ornaments, and your'e a little impatient 
(maybe because you've already made a load of crappy homemade ornaments for the poor souls who are friends with someone who can't buy you a sweet, new, real gift?).
.. you rummage through the recycling. 

My recycling happens to have a LOT of shiny Xenergy cans....



I'm hoping since they're the official energy drink of the UFC... it doubles as a security system for any peeping toms. ha