Tis the season.....

Yep, yep. S'posedly according to all of the internet sites there is only 12 days til Christmas.  Like whaaaat?? Nooooo!!  Well, I'm not to worried.  Gots most of my shopping in the bag so-to-speak, but there are always tidbits here and there. Plus, as per previous post...no I have not shipped anything to Qatar just yet.  I will, I will....jeeeez!!  Give me a break. I have still yet to get my Christmas cards out .  Guess I should sit my butt down and do that today, eh?   At the very least, I got the Gingerbread Cookie Dough done and in the fridge. Now the part that takes the most time, rolling it out, cutting/cooking and decorating.  That more than likely won't happen til Wed., cuz of work.  Damn work!  Always getting in the way of what I have to do.

I think part of my butt dragging this year is that our weather has been pretty unlike Christmasy weather out here.  I know I shouldn't complain, but I am.  Where's the chill?  Where's the need for my Uggs, jeans, sweaters and my bright red wool pea coat?  Right now I'm in shorts, a T and barefoot.  My usual 85% of the year attire mind you.  This time of year, it needs to feel like Christmas.  At least a little.  I know, poors RP putting up with 85 degree sunny weather.  Ya know, it is what it is, and it really shouldn't be 85....just saying....... 

On a side note sorta, I've never done a newsletter in my cards.  I loathe newsletters about how some yokem's year went, and how great their kids are, and how they bought a 3rd home in some paradise getaway...yeah, yeah...whatevah!!  Tell someone that really gives a shit is what I'm thinking while reading these things.  Lucky for me, most peeps that send me cards are too busy for newsletters, but there is always that one, ugh!  I should do a newsletter...I think it would go something like this;    (Plus...I need to be at least 50 for this.  Hahahaha---not!!  By the way,  I'm not 50 either, tho my dad thinks I am, sheesh!  Besides that, this is most xcellent reading material my mates).

Christmas Letter     

Dear Darling Son and That Person You Married,

Merry Christmas to you, and please don't worry. I'm just fine considering I can't breathe or eat. The important thing is that you have a nice holiday, thousands of miles away from your ailing mother. I've sent along my last ten dollars in this card, which I hope you'll spend on my grandchildren. God knows their mother never buys them anything nice. They look so thin in their pictures, poor babies.


Thank you so much for the Christmas flowers, dear boy. I put them in the freezer so they'll stay fresh for my grave. Which reminds me -- we buried Grandma last week. I know she died years ago, but I got to yearning for a good funeral so Aunt Viola and I dug her up and had the services all over again. I would have invited you, but I know that woman you live with would have never let you come. I bet she's never even watched that videotape of my haemorrhoid surgery, has she?


Well son, it's time for me to crawl off to bed now. I lost my cane beating off muggers last week, but don't you worry about me. I'm also getting used to the cold since they turned my heat off and am grateful because the frost on my bed numbs the constant pain. Now don't you even think about sending any more money, because I know you need it for those expensive family vacations you take every year. Give my love to my darling grandbabies and my regards to whatever-her-name-is -- the one with the black roots who stole you screaming from my bosom.


Merry Christmas.


Love, Mom