Rib roast, casserole (still debating Mac and cheese or hash brown), Brussels sprouts, and a chocolate armada for Christmas Day. Christmas Eve will be some Italian pasta dish, a lamb rack, Caesars salad and bread. My cholesterol will look like lottery numbers when I leave here.
I made cookies, then bro in law sent candy, then mother in law sent cookies, then neighbor sent a TON of baked treats. That screeching sound you just heard is the sound of my postpartum weight loss careening to a halt. Is this normal or are ffolks over compensating because of covid?
In this house that amount of baked goods is completely normal. A lot go to co-workers and friends as gifts, but the wife just said she made more this year for some reason. I’ve been losing the same 2-4 pounds for weeks now. Fuck it, it’s Christmas.
“Cameo” is hilarious. They had a section called “Celebrating black Excellence” starring Ray fucking Lewis. ...did they forget about that little murder thing that happened?
What birthday is more common? February 29 or January 2? Spoiler http://thedailyviz.com/2016/09/17/how-common-is-your-birthday-dailyviz/ February 29 is not even in the bottom 5.
One year my sister made mac and cheese casserole but added Splenda instead of salt because my parents changed the containers in which they stored things and didn’t say anything. That was sad.
That chart is proof that human beings fuck to keep warm. August to October are the “hot” birth months, do the math.
It's holiday season. Couples having sex once or twice a year are surely going to bang on Thanksgiving and Christmas or New Year's. Everybody's full and tipsy and ready to get down.
At least you can stand being around the people you live with (I hope). I used to get together for this yokel “extended” Christmas family reunion an hour’s drive out to Tittyfuck Ontario to hang around in a freezing hall under a church with concrete floors and 1950’s wood panellin, to share breath with people like my only blood uncle, who for the past twenty five years I have been fantasizing about dismembering in all sorts of hilarious and meticulous ways. ...One day I came within millimetres of throwing his electric guitar in the pool with him. It was the mid-90’s, no witnesses anywhere and he was passed out drunk in an inflatable lounger. Just chuck that Stratocaster and *BZZZZZZZZZZT* so many people would have been put of of his misery. Fuck him. I’m so glad you lost your leg in that Harley accident, Glen. Where’s your fucking parrot? Where was I? Christmas with family. I’m glad it’s tight now, in close distance and we aren’t buying for seventy fucking people anymore. So unnecessary.
Well, today was day 3 of doing SFA. I slept in until noon... got up... caught up on some YouTube stuff... delivered my last present to my sister, took a nap, got up again, cooked a simple/fast dinner, and cracked a bottle of wine open. I'll tell you... I have not been this emotionally tired in a long, long time... and having "nothing" to do, without guilt, is incredibly refreshing, and makes me realize just how much I was the frog that was boiled over the last couple of years. I'm now enjoying some of the best sleep I've had in a long time... and am actually feeling rested. All I can say is, "don't take that shit for granted!" I've now made a commitment to myself to not fall prey to this again. No more 13 hour time zone different clients... no more late nights... it's purely 9-5, and then clock out.
So it's Christmas Eve Eve, and I hope everyone is doing well. I know some people are having a hard time, and if so, hang in there, reach out to someone, do what you can to make it through the holidays. Hopefully those of us left around here can help out in some small way... so don't be afraid to speak up. For those of you that are doing OK, I hope you're doing better than OK. I know a number of my friends are actually enjoying this XMas, as it's given them a reason to kill off bullshit traditions that seemed to take up all the hours in the day over the holidays. Instead, they get to just sit around and do nothing and relax for XMas. You know... actually enjoy it doing something that they want to do. I know that tomorrow we're in for a shitload of snow, and have nowhere to go, and the house is fully stocked with food, booze, presents, netflix, and overall happiness. What I've found interesting is that this COVID stuff has forced my mom and her friends to figure out technology to stay in touch, and they're wishing they did so before COVID forced them to. They're really understanding how to keep in touch with facetime, zoom, etc, and they seem to be keeping in touch more than they ever have been. It's kind of nice to see. Anyway, it may be a bit early yet, but Merry Xmas to all of you Idiots... hope you have an enjoyable time, and maybe forge some new, enjoyable traditions in the process.
Merry Christmas fellow Idiots! Nett pretty much summed it up best, this year is different, but maybe it's the different we need.
This Christmas is probably our most enjoyable that we've had in awhile. No running around, no pressure at all. I made an effort to put a few decorations up but the rule was only allowing 1 day of decorating to take the stress off. Get up what we could and that'll do. I made cookies all morning in 1 day. I wrapped presents as they came in. I prepped food yesterday so today and tomorrow are light effort. I've put on some Christmas music here and there this week only. It's been super.
Mom was struggling to find a CD player to play her shitty old Christmas songs that meant a lot to her and Dad when he was alive. (The CD's were all beat to shit and scratched... no CD player around would have a good time playing them). This year I bought mom an Apple Homepod for the kitchen, and all I hear all week is her yelling at Siri to play yet another XMas song she hasn't heard in years... she's loving it, and it's hilarious.