I know I should be grateful for family. I know that. But I DON'T CARE!
It needs to be said first that my Christmas (and presumably, our Christmas) was awesome. The day certainly lived up to my very high expectations and I loved every minute of the chaos. I was spoiled rotten by Resident Manservant and received a brand new MacBook, among several other substantial gifts. But, most of all, I was able to show our families a good time and show them how much I appreciate them.
My grandma decided to opt out of Christmas this year. Except she didn't actually tell anyone this, she just pitched a fit and refused to come for Christmas dinner on Christmas day and then again last night refused another family gathering. I don't know what has gotten into her, really. She doped herself up on sleeping pills so that she could sleep through it altogether. When my mom and dad and aunt went in late last night in the middle of a blizzard she went on about how she hated Christmas and she didn't want to spend her holiday with a bunch of drunks (which we aren't) and how marrying my grandpa was the biggest mistake she ever made and that we don't know Christmas.
I think this is primarily a Mormon versus the world thing where she feels that we are somehow beneath her because we don't follow the mormon faith. But she does not seem to realize (or maybe she just doesn't care) that Christmas is (or should be, in my opinion) about being with family. It is a time of good nature, good tidings and generousity of spirit. Regardless of your spiritual beliefs, it is a time to embrace our likenesses and enjoy each others company. It is a time for tolerance and understanding.
It seems though that because we are not mormon we aren't worth her time on Christmas day. So much for family.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
The Night Before Christmas
Well I just finished putting the final ribbon and bows on packages for my wife. I've kind of spoiled her rotten this Christmas but honestly she deserves it.
It is an interesting time of year, just barely past the solstice we celebrate the birth of the Christian "newborn king" as we anticipate the winter to come. I know when I was a kid we used to be up to our arse in honest to god Canadian winter by now, but last year I think it hit 15 or 20 degrees Celsius on Christmas day. Not going to be that warm this year, but fat chance of a white Christmas.
Anyway, the point is that I think this coming year has a lot of promise. Metaphorically the coming months will symbolize the growth of the divine sun child from a newborn to sexual maturity come May 1. I hope our spiritual lives can follow that path through the coming cold, I know I plan to work on it.
But now its time to crawl under the stairs to retrieve the hidden "Santa" presents and stuff them under the tree. Then it will be time to smoke a big bowl of marijuana and have a cigarette with a Baileys on ice. After that it will be bedtime, but not before dragging my wife under the Christmas tree for some Christmas sex.
That's a family tradition, see.
It is an interesting time of year, just barely past the solstice we celebrate the birth of the Christian "newborn king" as we anticipate the winter to come. I know when I was a kid we used to be up to our arse in honest to god Canadian winter by now, but last year I think it hit 15 or 20 degrees Celsius on Christmas day. Not going to be that warm this year, but fat chance of a white Christmas.
Anyway, the point is that I think this coming year has a lot of promise. Metaphorically the coming months will symbolize the growth of the divine sun child from a newborn to sexual maturity come May 1. I hope our spiritual lives can follow that path through the coming cold, I know I plan to work on it.
But now its time to crawl under the stairs to retrieve the hidden "Santa" presents and stuff them under the tree. Then it will be time to smoke a big bowl of marijuana and have a cigarette with a Baileys on ice. After that it will be bedtime, but not before dragging my wife under the Christmas tree for some Christmas sex.
That's a family tradition, see.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
It's Christmas Time
I don't know what it is about Christmas this year, but more than ever I am excited to be celebrating it with the one I love. My heart gets all squishy every time I think about waking up on Christmas morning wrapped in the arms of the one I love.
It's easy for us to think that our relationship is the one and only happy relationship out there, and, god, do I ever hope that isn't true. But I FEEL like I am the only woman who has ever truly experienced love in its purest form. Unconditional, tried, tested and true. The kind of love that makes you want to
tell the world so that everyone can bask in the beauty of it.
When I look at him, I see so much in his eyes. I see our future. I see our children. I see our perfect love. I see his soul and I see him, seeing mine.
Christmas just doesn't get any better than this.
It's easy for us to think that our relationship is the one and only happy relationship out there, and, god, do I ever hope that isn't true. But I FEEL like I am the only woman who has ever truly experienced love in its purest form. Unconditional, tried, tested and true. The kind of love that makes you want to
tell the world so that everyone can bask in the beauty of it.
When I look at him, I see so much in his eyes. I see our future. I see our children. I see our perfect love. I see his soul and I see him, seeing mine.
Christmas just doesn't get any better than this.
Friday, December 08, 2006
What does this say about me?
I guess this might have something to do with why I'm doing so poorly with my Weight Watchers.
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
| Greed: | High | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Medium | |
| Sloth: | High | |
| Envy: | Medium | |
| Lust: | Medium | |
| Pride: | High |
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Teatime for Two
Last night we made some tea with halluciongenic mushrooms. While we'd tried a very light dose of the same at one orgy we went to, the effects of that experience were extemely mild.
(isn't it great how throwing the word orgy into a sentance just obliterates all the other words? Its an attention whore of a word)
Anyway, being total virgins we threw 1/8th of an ounce into a pot of peppermint tea. While the tea was perfectly palatable, we'd been advised to eat the mushrooms post-soak and that was more than a little disgusting. I just swallowed mine whole to get past it.
The first hour was nothing. The second hour, and she was convinced she was coming down with the flu. At this point, our dogs began acting incredibly strangely, I guess picking up on our odd vibe. Then one of our dogs threw up. I began to have apprehensions of the trip we had just started.
The only thing that was really clear at this point was that our dogs were too energetic to be watching us stare at the ceiling, so I took them downstairs to throw some toys around. At this point I just felt like I was really, really drunk, but way nicer than being drunk. No heavy bloating from a gut full of beer, and attempts to focus on things were not impeded by the narcotics. If I wanted to space out, I could, but I could also be coherent. Best of both worlds.
An amusing impression was how gosh darn fuzzy the dogs are. Their coats seemed to take on an extra layer of texture, very much like how high-resolution textures on a digital 3D model increase the sense of depth. I think I threw the toys up and down the hall for something like an hour and the dogs were absolutely eccstatic for the attention, and unlike other times when I play with them I was able to leave my brain right in the moment. Under normal conditions, my brain moves past the play time immediately, and my play is half-hearted. Not this time. The dogs definitely picked up on this, and I don't think they've been quite that happy in some time.
Also, their eyes starting shimmering an iridescent green. I wish I could have taken a picture of it, but it was all in my head, so you'll have to take my word on it when I say its absolutely beautiful.
After we tucked the dogs into bed - the first time in months they were agreeable to be kenneled - we ended up slow dancing to a full CD of christmas music in the kitchen. Then we had some extremely unusual sex. And then we wanted bacon. But instead we went to sleep. Zzzz.
Interesting times.
(isn't it great how throwing the word orgy into a sentance just obliterates all the other words? Its an attention whore of a word)
Anyway, being total virgins we threw 1/8th of an ounce into a pot of peppermint tea. While the tea was perfectly palatable, we'd been advised to eat the mushrooms post-soak and that was more than a little disgusting. I just swallowed mine whole to get past it.
The first hour was nothing. The second hour, and she was convinced she was coming down with the flu. At this point, our dogs began acting incredibly strangely, I guess picking up on our odd vibe. Then one of our dogs threw up. I began to have apprehensions of the trip we had just started.
The only thing that was really clear at this point was that our dogs were too energetic to be watching us stare at the ceiling, so I took them downstairs to throw some toys around. At this point I just felt like I was really, really drunk, but way nicer than being drunk. No heavy bloating from a gut full of beer, and attempts to focus on things were not impeded by the narcotics. If I wanted to space out, I could, but I could also be coherent. Best of both worlds.
An amusing impression was how gosh darn fuzzy the dogs are. Their coats seemed to take on an extra layer of texture, very much like how high-resolution textures on a digital 3D model increase the sense of depth. I think I threw the toys up and down the hall for something like an hour and the dogs were absolutely eccstatic for the attention, and unlike other times when I play with them I was able to leave my brain right in the moment. Under normal conditions, my brain moves past the play time immediately, and my play is half-hearted. Not this time. The dogs definitely picked up on this, and I don't think they've been quite that happy in some time.
Also, their eyes starting shimmering an iridescent green. I wish I could have taken a picture of it, but it was all in my head, so you'll have to take my word on it when I say its absolutely beautiful.
After we tucked the dogs into bed - the first time in months they were agreeable to be kenneled - we ended up slow dancing to a full CD of christmas music in the kitchen. Then we had some extremely unusual sex. And then we wanted bacon. But instead we went to sleep. Zzzz.
Interesting times.
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