Christmas Loot

I must have been a good girl this year. I got a Garmin, a Flip Cam, the Glee 2 soundtrack, a hundred dollar bill, racing nuns, and a purple Cuddlie (Snuggie knock-off). Yes you read that right, racing nuns. I've even named them after nuns of my past so that when I race them, I know who wins.

Not pictured in the group shot is the Kris LeTang bobble head, who was left at the salon so that we can admire his sexy hair while we work.

Coming soon, Flip Video of Sister Tharsilla taking on Sister John Mary on the kitchen floor!

The Christmas Blahs have set in..

Well, I've been doing so good this year. Usually my blahs come about three to four weeks before Christmas and climax with the holiday. This year, they didn't come. I blamed it on the unseasonably warm weather. Cold, snowy weather always makes me cranky, especially when I have static in my hair and my skin feels like it will itch itself off of my body.

Well, my blahs set in last night. Last night was the most joyless Christmas Eve I've ever had. It started out good. Riley went to work with me and we sold gift certificates. BFF Jill stopped and we swapped gifts. I got a Letang bobble head, Racing Nuns and a purple Snuggie. All three of those gifts made me smile and laugh in some way. Riley and I then headed to Kibuk Cycle Sales to see Mr. Bruises and crew and participate in their holiday party for the staff and customers. Everyone was jolly there as well.

Then came the downslide, I headed to the nursing home to visit my mom. We went to her room with her gifts and her name was no longer on the door. Her bed was empty. An aid saw my confusion and told me that they moved her. No explanation why. She proceeds to take me to a whole other unit and I find where my mom is. I walk in and she's having a breathing treatment and she doesn't look good. She seems confused when I ask her if she wants presents. She says no. I ask why and she says because she has nothing to give me. I explain that that is okay and we would really like to give her some presents.

I start to ask her when and why she moved. She said she moved about a week ago, while I was returning from vacation and in the midst of non-stop work for the Snowball and the holiday. I asked why and she said it was because she has an infected finger. She holds it up and it is disgusting. It wasn't even wrapped. I don't know if she has MRSA or what and no one could seem to tell me. It was Christmas Eve so I am going to look for answers on Monday.

First, I want to know why the hell no one told me that they moved her. I mean I am not only her only child, I am her POA for everything. Second, why the hell did no one inform me of her infected finger. I mean really, they call me when they change a dosage on one of her meds, which I could really give two shits about and something important like a move because of an infected finger, I get no call. Needless to say, I am pissed. Then, I get all depressed seeing my mom like that. Even worse than normal. That's when all the blahs hit me all at once.

We had a nice visit and Riley seemed to enjoy seeing her as much as she enjoyed seeing him. She opened her gifts, I got her two outfits, a new fleece blanket for dialysis and a big tin, filled with her favorite candy. Normally, she would have dug right into that candy. She smiled and thanked me and set it beside her bed.

We headed home after that and I started to immediately make the pie, dessert and cole slaw for dinner the next day. Mr. Bruises insists on having a full Thanksgiving dinner for Christmas. Why? Because his mother always did that. You know what? Nancy HATED doing that second dinner. How do I know? Because I was the one that always cooked with her. We both hated doing all that work again. Me especially since I just work my ass off non stop for weeks. So, last year I put my foot down and told him if he wanted it, he will cook it. Well that was a disaster last year. Looks like I will be doing most of the work this year as well.

All I wanted to do last night was eat a little, drink a little, watch The Hangover and play Rock Band. I sat alone until 10, when Tammy came down. Mr. Bruises came home from church about 30 minutes later. I am Catholic. I don't go to church, long story for another post. I have a big problem with people who go to church once a year and Mr. Bruises and his dad fall into that category. I take that back, they go twice a year. Christmas and Easter.

So we did get to watch the movie and it was awesome. I went to bed right after that. I was just physically and emotionally exhausted.

I know that I really should be happy with the things that I have, but sometimes it is just so hard to get past the things I no longer have and Christmas really brings it all back.

Merry Christmas everyone. Hug your loved ones and keep them close.

The Parade Marshall

I've got a helper for today and he is going to the the Parade Marshall. That's The Penis Parade Marshall. Today is the annual Penis Parade at The Purple Pinkie. It's Christmas Eve and there will be a constant parade of men coming in to purchase gift certificates. Every year, I open up from noon until 3:00 just for them. It's a tradition now.

Here's to hoping that the penis in your life starts and finishes his shopping today and gets you something nice!

Oh Christmas Table....

Oh Christmas Table, Oh Christmas Table,
We eat dinner on you all year long.
Oh Christmas Table, Oh Christmas Table,
You hold our gifts now as I sing this song.

Where oh where is Mr. Bruises? I asked him two weeks ago to find and bring up our tree so that I no longer have a Christmas Table. It's not like we have a real tree and actually decorate it. It's a prelit pencil tree.

So, this is what I get for being early for once. A Christmas Table.

Presents are Wrapped!

Well, I've gotten all of the Christmas presents that I bought, wrapped. It's no surprise that Riley and Travis have the most presents. They were the first presents bought too. I guess I am not finished shopping, I totally didn't get Kallie, Chip or Jeffrey anything. Shhhh don't tell them, they will never know!

Riley's Holiday Adventures

Riley had a jammed, packed holiday week. It started on Christmas Eve. Riley went with us to visit my Mom in the nursing home. This was his first visit to this home. He was a perfect gentleman, despite trying to jump on Mom's bed and steal the little old lady that shares her rooms' baby doll. It is so great so see the joy on my Mom's face!
He then spent the evening at home doing the Hootchie Cootchie on the floor, much to our delight. He always does the HC with a toy!
Christmas morning arrives! Riley checks out all the presents under the tree with Daddy and tries to read which ones are his!
He opens all his packages by himself. He also doesn't touch anything that isn't his! No wonder Santa was so good to him this year!
His favorite gift is a 20" grunting gorilla. He immediately thrashed it about and made it make all the noises it's capable of. After awhile, poor gorilla was violated! Riley always "LOVES" his toys too much! LOL
New Year's Eve I couldn't stand it any longer, I just HAD to give him his Valentine's gift early! Yes, he violated the pink caterpillar as well. The holidays are tiring, so Riley does something else he always does, uses his favorite toy as a pillow!!

Happy New Year everyone!!!!!

Christmas Past

This photo is actually my first Christmas. I am not seen, but my Mom is pregnant with me. I have 36 more days before I grace the world with my presence. This is my Grandma Mary and my Mom, Christmas 1966.
This is my first real Christmas, December 1967. My father was in the navy, which explains my attire.
I am going to guess that this is Christmas 1969. I could care less about getting my picture taken. I have more important things to do like open presents. Notice the really groovy dress I got for Chrisrmas that year.
I'm guessing this is Christmas 1970. I was more than happy to pose this year. I think my Mom was smart enough to wait until I was finished opening presents. Notice how every year it looks like we have the same
tree. Guess my Mom liked the short, chubby live trees.
I'm guessing Christmas 1971. Please leave me alone, I'm opening my presents.

I don't know what year this was, but it was a memorable one. I think my Mom asked for a "Man" for Christmas. Our neighbor, Sandy, granted her wish. Notice her sweatshirt, which says, "I'm your Christmas present"!
This is Christmas 1989. It was Sonny's first Christmas and it was weeks after Nick and I got engaged. It was our second Christmas in our house.
This was Christmas 1992, even though Nick isn't in the photo, this was our first Christmas as a married couple. This was taken at my Mom's house. Sonny is in his "Sonny Claus" costume, which he would wear most of his life at Christmas time. He really loved wearing that hat!

What do you want for Christmas?

I asked my Mom, yesterday, what she would like for Christmas. She said, "A pizza". I guess my shopping is going to be easy this year!