What a Christmas! It was nice but I’m glad it’s over.

Every year the boys usually ask for one “big” thing and they get it. I am usually the person in charge of getting that item. This year, I decided that Sweety would do that and warned him in plenty of time and I vowed to not remind him of it constantly. But I couldn’t help myself and when I noticed that he hadn’t been shopping, I spent the past week pestering the living shit out of gently reminding him of what the boys wanted and what store to get it from.

There were two small boxes under the tree for them and Sweety swore that he’d bought boxes of Thin Mints and wrapped them up. I believed him. He was so convincing. I spent the past week being a little pissed off that he was being so grinchy, lazy, grouchy…and wouldn’t go to the store.

The Thin Mints? Weren’t Thin Mints. They were the things that the boys had asked for. I think I was more excited to see them under the tree than they were. But I still had a week’s worth of annoyance to get rid of.

As an early gift, Sweety didn’t put up a fuss about having Bekah and her kiddo (Sam aka The Artist) come down for a few days. The three of us tore Disney up and had a large time. I am ashamed to say that I LOVE THE MAGIC KINGDOM! The characters! The fireworks! I was going to go alone but it was soooo much better with a kid along. This way, I didn’t look like a complete weirdo as I squealed my way through the place.

And the fireworks show? Holy shit batman. Made me cry.

As you can see from a couple of posts down – we took some photos too. Sweety came home to us giggling in the locked bedroom and said, “Don’t do anything stupid in there.” when I came out to tell him hello. So, I did not touch Bekah’s boobies and you will not be seeing any coochie photos. But she took some kickass photos! When she turned the camera around so I could see them I was blown away. I don’t think I REALLY look like that but by posing properly and having good lighting…damn. I look pretty cute.

Stinky Dog would appreciate your good thoughtbeams. I think she strained a muscle in her shoulders/neck when she was getting a bath this morning. She did a u-turn in the tub and I don’t think she’s really built for that. She kind of vomited a little when she got out of the tub and shivered for a long time afterwards. I laid down on the couch with her to snuggle and she finally quit shivering. (She actually fell asleep so hard on me that I thought she was dead when I woke. That was a creepy 30 seconds.) She’s walking around and eating treats but she seems to be stepping tenderly and cries if I rub her neck. She’s asleep on the couch now and I’m hoping that a couple of days rest will help her feel better. Going to give her some pain medicine before bed too. If she’s not feeling better then I’ll take her to the vet on Tuesday.

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It looks like my sister, mom and niece won’t be coming for Christmas. Sister woke up a couple of weeks ago to a flooded house. A pipe under the sink broke and there was about 2 inches of water in the entire house. They thought everything would be fixed by Christmas but it’s not looking like it and they (she and her husband) don’t want to leave if the repairs aren’t finished.

Bah-humbug.

For some reason, it just doesn’t feel like Christmas-time to me. I think it’s the weather. It’s hard to feel Christmasish when you’re wiping away boob sweat and turning on the air conditioner.

I had other things to say but they left my head. Dammit.

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I went to the doctor two weeks ago and discovered that my new blood pressure medication was the source of my constant cough. Seems I’m allergic to it. Lovely. Been advised it might take a month or so forever to go away. And my cholesterol level is too high so there is now a list of foods that I am to never eat again. Basically anything meaty and tasty. Except chicken. Yard rats. Yum. Double lovely!

Other than that, all is well.

People, if I do NOT get written up at work tomorrow – I swear I’ll be a model worker ant. Yesterday my supervisor was gone. A wall separates my desk from hers. I had just got off the phone with a wonderful customer and I hissed something along the lines of ‘aaagh! get off my phone, idiot!’. I did not know that another supervisor had decided to sit at her desk that day. Said supervisor came around the wall to cubeville and told me that he’d been having a really good day til about 30 seconds ago and pointed out that my bad mood could ruin my coworkers’ moods and that it would be at least 30 minutes before he was happy again. He said it in what I’m sure he thought was a friendly way but really? I’d have much rather he called me over to his desk and shoved bamboo shoots under my fingernails while privately telling me to shut the fuck up.

After he left, all of my podmates were agog (because honestly? we all have that attitude and say those things and I’m really happy he just heard me say ‘idiot’ instead of ‘flaming twatwad’) and said they loved my bad attitude and that it made them laugh. Some people started whispering ‘idiot’ to their phones after calls.

Sweety said this was proof that my bad attitude does affect others and that the supervisor was right. I say I’m not bringing anyone else down – we are all already down. We are commiserating. I’m just really hoping that this doesn’t get back to my supervisor and result in a write-up. They’ve been write-up happy and I haven’t gotten one yet. I’m about due.

The boys and I went to Sea World today. We got there and found out that our passes weren’t valid. Back in the summer, Sweety’s debit card number was stolen and replaced and we forgot to let Sea World know for their automatic billing so they were canceled. We fell back to plan B and went to Downtown Disney to watch a movie and eat lunch. (I had a gift card! Yay!) This was in the entryway to the men’s restroom at the restaurant…

Does this look like a giant sparkly penis or what?

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You know how on opening night some movies have their first showing at midnight? So all the complete crackheads can see their movie the at the very first available opportunity?

I’ve always thought those people were nuts. Completely nuts. Guess who is going to see New Moon at 12:01 a.m. on November 20? Ahem. And yes, I totally admit that the acting in Twilight was beyond bad. I’m going to ogle at the kid that plays Jacob. Yes, I know he’s a baby. But he’ll be 18 someday and I won’t feel so lecherous while admiring him.

I’m going with a friend and some of her friends after I get off work on that Thursday. We’re going somewhere to eat (Kobe. I like feeling like my eyebrows could be singed off during the preparation of the meal. And drinks that look like volcanoes.) that I’ve want to go for awhile but haven’t and then we’ll go to the show. I’m excited!

I wasn’t so excited about the fact this is on a Thursday night and I’d have to go to work on Friday after being out til 3 a.m. But guess what? Sweety decided that we are going to Massachusetts to visit his mother and we leave out on the 21st. So I won’t even be going to work that day!

This coincidence totally leads me to believe that I was meant to see this movie at midnight.

We’ve never been to see his mother. She visited us shortly after we were married around Christmas and that’s the only time I’ve met her in person. I’m possibly the world’s worst daughter-in-law. I don’t like to talk to her on the phone (I don’t like to talk to hardly ANYONE on the phone. Unless I’ve given you my phone number. Then you’re cool.) because I don’t really know her. (Except for the stories that Sweety has relayed about his childhood. Kind of less than flattering stories.) And I don’t keep up the online site that she has access to to see photos of the boys.

She asked Sweety awhile back why we go see my mom every summer but don’t go see her. I told Sweety he was more than welcome to go see his mom but I wasn’t going if that meant I wouldn’t get to see my mom. When we got married, part of the deal was that he’d take me to see my mom once a year. It’s in the paperwork.

The boys had a baseball game tonight. It was originally scheduled to start at 6:30 but was changed to 7 p.m. because one kid and his mother can’t get here til 7. (The game went into overtime and we didn’t get out of there til almost 10. At least they won!)

It really aggravates the shit out of me. The kid that can’t get here til 7? His mom works in the concession stand. When she’s not working there, she is busy smoking her lungs out in the bleachers. Usually right in front of the “no smoking” sign.

I told Sweety that I was going to call 911 the next time some flaming twatwad lit a cigarette up but he advised against it. He says it’s not a true emergency and I would be arrested for abusing the system.

I’m thinking of using cash to buy one of those disposable cell phones and using it to make the call anyway.

What do you call kids born in whorehouses?
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Brothel sprouts.

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