officially my last post with “christmas” in the title.

Whew. Christmas is finally over. Here’s what happened:

1. I spent Xmas morning in the bathroom. Puking.
2. I got a crock-pot (well, amongst other things).
3. I played Santa, complete with “eating” the cookies and a note to the kids.
4. I spent a good portion of yesterday putting things away. I made 4 trips to the dumpster to get rid of paper and cardboard boxes.
5. The girls received bean bag chairs, which pretty much usurp all their other gifts.
6. Manny and I received a gift certificate to the liquor store. Can you believe that? I didn’t even know they had gift certificates.

I just condensed Christmas into 6 points. Way to go.

No, really, it was pretty good. Got lots of good stuff – gift cards, perfume, sweaters, a new coffee maker (yes, I’m back on the coffee), and my beloved crock-pot. But Manny definitely wins the prize for best gifts… did I mention he gave me a Black Knight doll (from Monty Python & the Holy Grail) with detachable limbs? Yes… Manny rules.

Anyway, so it’s over. Yay!

christmas meltdown.

It’s almost Christmas. It’s my last day of work – I have tomorrow off, which is great because I still have a couple of gifts to get. It’s also not so great because a lot of other people are in the same ugly, hazardous boat. The last place I want to be tomorrow is the mall… and it’s unfortunately one place I have to go. Dammit!

So let’s talk some Christmas. Though I am an Atheist and don’t go along with the whole “birth of Baby Jesus” hullabaloo, I do still celebrate the holiday. It’s got nothing to do with religion and everything to do with tradition. I always loved it growing up, and even with all the stress and madness, I still love it now. Yes, it’s over-commercialized, and that’s the only part I really don’t like.

So for the sake of nostalgia, here are some photos from Christmas past:

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Though as much as I look forward to Christmas, I do not look forward to all the driving that I’ll be doing this year. Let’s do the math:
Friday: going to aunt/uncle’s house – 59.14 miles + 59.14 miles back
= 118.28
Sunday: going to grandma #1’s house – 59.14 miles + 22.83 miles to get Kitten from her dad’s + 30.34 mi to my parents’ house + 20 miles to grandma #2’s house + 21 miles home
= 153.31
TOTAL: 271.59 miles.

Yes, that sucks.
Oh well. Like my mom said, “You’re the one that moved far away.”
So whatever you celebrate – Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Winter Solstice, Family Appreciation Day – or if you plan on just getting drunk on your couch, have a good time.
I’ll be driving.

it’s cold outside.

It was 9 degrees when I left my house for work this morning. 9 DEGREES! Fahrenheit! That’s really cold! That’s 9 away from zero!

Back to work today… but not so much. Everyone’s in almost-slacker mode since we have Friday off, and the following Monday, too. We’re also having a department decorating contest… so yeah, no one is doing any work.

Weekend was pretty good. As I predicted, there was wine on Friday, but no Argento because I promptly, after drinking a whole bottle of Riesling, passed out. What can I say, I was tired.

Saturday night, ManBride’s brother and his wife came over to drink and play games. We played Outburst, Catchphrase, and Scene It. Outburst was okay. Scene It – well, Manny’s a damn cinemalogical encyclopedia, so of course, he won.

But Catchphrase might be my new favorite thing. It’s like $20,000 Pyramid – you have a partner, you have a word, and your partner has to guess the word or phrase based on the clues you give. Simple, but it’s very entertaining. However, what’s more entertaining than the game itself is watching how people interact with eachother when giving clues. I mentioned that Manny’s brother isn’t very interesting? Well, he’s also not very smart about some things – not saying he’s dumb, but just, well, not as bright as Manny 🙂

Anyway, to make a long story short, Brother-In-Law and his wife beat our asses with clues and answers like this:

For Abraham Lincoln: “He was the 5th president.”

For French and Indian War: “First word. It’s the country next to Portugal.”

For bone china: BIL pushed his eyes back and made them slanty. Then he pointed to his arm and said, “it’s the stuff inside here.”

Ah, yes. Genius.

decaffeinated.

I’ve decided to try to give up coffee. I’m not a huge addict or anything, but I enjoy it quite often. I must, however, have it in the morning or else I am just dead.

Like today.

I’ve decided to give it up because I think the caffeine is affecting my heart weirdness. Yes, I have heart weirdness… sort of an irregular heartbeat-murmur thing, and lately it’s been pretty bad. Maybe this will make things a little better… but it’s not easy! My head feels like a swamp! My eyelids feel like those lead vests you wear during x-rays at the dentist’s office!

I’m going to get up and attempt to move around. I feel like a slug.

something serious, something funny.

Ridiculous:
Went to Wendy’s drive thru for lunch. Ordered baked potato with cheese.
“Would you like shredded cheese or liquid cheese?” she said.

I knew what she meant, but it sounded so funny.

Serious:
I happen to find sixties-era Vietnam protest songs to be lyrically chilling, especially because if you just change a few things into the parlance of our times, they still work. This is a huge understatement, but it really bothers me that our government, our country, our world, humankind – they haven’t learned anything. The more things change, the more they stay the same and it seems we’ll always have the same problems. Racism, hatred, unnecessary violence and wars, I just don’t understand how so many people just don’t seem to get it.

“Eve of Destruction”
by Barry McGuire

The eastern world, it is explodin’.
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it’s bound to scare ya boy]
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

growing up.

Welcome to the new blog. It will be chronicling my daily adventures as a pseudo-wife, hip momma, skilled worker, and superstealth ninja. Well, sometimes ninja.

Anyway, point is that it’s time for a blog that’s about my real life… because I just happen to like my real life.

That’s all for now… time to get the kid out of the bathtub – she’s drinking the water.