I always get what I want

I would like to start this entry with the fact that Costco kicks ass all over the place. When I shop there I might spend what seems to be quite a bit, but I don't have to go back for months. I'm all over it.

I would also like to thank the Arian Nation skinheads for changing history. After this I am going to put on my steel toed boots and find me a little brouhaha. This just goes to show you TV rots your brain. Trash in, trash stays in. Either that or I am way to easily influenced.

The holidays were so surreal this year. We had a little early get together the weekend before Christmas with Mr. F's brothers, their kids and GF's, also there was his grandma, his mom, and her BFF. Without going into to many details, the dinner was excellent and very enjoyable. Even though I was late making the dinner cold, guess how many times I heard this? Guess how many times it effected me? We got his mom this globe she's been wanting forever and I finally made a mom cry in a good way. The after math of dinner was fucking wild, had little to do with me and I just don't want to talk about it. Just wow. Long story short: Don't drink gallons of booze and then try to fix every single issue you have with your relationship. Or do and pay the consequences for the rest of that relationship.

I didn't go home for Christmas and that was a funky little feeling I simply couldn't shake no matter what I did. Then Christmas morning greets me with a text from my sister that my mom is in the hospital. It goes on to say she's not sure what to do but remembered I said she can talk to me about anything and feels bad about ruining my Christmas with the news. Hence the text and no call. Wha?? Backtrack... I was so fucking ill this Christmas it was amazing. The gravel voiced hacking cough feverish hot cold hot cold I can't breathe through my nose where is all this mucus coming from oh my god my muscles have decided they cannot support my skeleton any longer sick. I should have gone to bed the minute I felt this coming on but it was Christmas eve for crying out loud and there were parties to attend. Besides, aren't viruses the ultimate re-gift? It's like the gift that keeps on giving for absolutely no cost. Money wise anyway. VALUE!! So ate a bunch of DayQuil and Aleve and then drank some more of that Airborne stuff. Have you tried this fizzy wonder drink? You should, I swear it was the thing that gave me my 15th wind. And off we went into a winter wonderland. Once we were in Flagstaff anyway. Until then it was more like a kind of chilly lots of cacti wonderland. I met the fam, they loved me no doubt. Then we went off to Flag where Mr. F had booked us a lovely little hotel room with a jacuzzi and I got to soak my aching self and let the steam work congestion miracles. Lucky me, earlier I had received lavender everything from Mr. C (I can't help but wonder if he's hoping it will help me relax, little does he know eh?) and in that little package of rest was a bottle o bubble bath. It was a hot swirly effervescence heaven. I just want to recommend being sick on the holidays. It takes away any and all of the normal stress of the holiday and replaces it with a big huge I don't give a fuck. It's marvelous. Don't get me wrong, I smiled and I enjoyed myself to a stupid degree but that usual nagging everything has to be perfect was gone like yesterday. Perfect.

Oh yeah, so anyway after leaving the hotel we went and spent Christmas day with Mr. F and his girlfriend at her place. She has four dogs (and I sweat two!! ha!!) so Jim was invited in and that made everything completely a-ok in my book. It ruled. We took off from there and romped about in the truck on dirt trails up a mountain for a while. It was fun and scary. Then home and for me, bed.

I scored big time this year. I'm satisfied with everything. I can't remember a year I wasn't now that we're on the subject. Not going home proved to be okay as now Mr. F can join me for a trip back after the New Year. I love the New Year, it's my favorite holiday. It will be spent here. We're thinking about just having a big old party at our house so we don't have to worry about driving. Does it get any smarter? Probably not. This place is a fucking think tank.