Holiday Madness

I don't know about everyone else, but the holidays always stress me out.  This year was no different.  I ended up having to work on Christmas Eve, which sucked ass we weren't busy enough to justify being open, and when I got off work early that afternoon I baked FOUR batches of cookies to take to our family Christmas that evening.  I also cooked dinner for the ex and his step-sister before they left town.  (so nice of me... I really need to stop being so damn nice, makes him think he can walk all over me and treat me like shit...)

All of this, plus cleaning, made me late for our traditional evening festivities.  Add to that taking a wrong exit to a place I go to at least once a month, and you have one stressed out Sassy Miss...

When I FINALLY got back on the right road I realized I had forgotten the cookies.  I spent hours baking and left them on my damn cabinet in the festive red tub I had bought just for this occasion... I also had forgotten the foreign-cheese tray I had made up (I was broke this year so I did food).

Upon getting to Gigi's house, things went rather smoothly.  I watched the kids open presents.  Watched all the adults do the same.  I didn't even care that I wasn't opening anything, I love watching all of their faces and seeing all the knickknacks.

Story of the night:  "Wanna feel my ball?"  Uncle B got a rubbery handsized football from my dad and was asking all the women above 18 this.  Lots of laughs all around with this one.

The next day we had our traditional Christmas lunch.  Unfortunately Granny Barb and Grandpa Del are not with us anymore (haven't been for a few years) so it was different than I'm used to (still different anyway).  However, we did have them there in spirit.



Grandpa Del and his favorite soda at lunch.

The girls had me video them cooking our lunch.  I tried to upload it but mom's computer won't let me :(

My family is a riot!

I ended up getting a really really nice new camera from my mother.  She threatened poor Tank's life if he got ahold of this one--which I totally understand due to this and this.  Of course you know this means no more boring, pictureless posts; unless I'm just feeling boring or lazy.

The ex got Tank and Cleo a stocking full of toys and a huge rawhide for Christmas.  I told them it was from Santa for obvious reasons.  I was a little more practical: a new collar/leash for Cleo and a bed for Tank's brandnew HUGE crate since hard plastic is uncomfortable (which now needs a good washing... damn dog lol).  Here are the kids with their presents:

After all this craziness, I had New Year's Eve.  This could be a post all on it's own but I'm lazy, it's getting late, and I have an episode of Vampire Diaries to watch!

Oh NYE... such crazy fun.  Well, it ended that way, didn't start that way.  The ex and I got into a huge fight when I went to pick him up to find masks for later that night.  Needless to say, we are no longer in contact except to update each other on family health issues (both our fathers just had cancer scares this week, his father's test hasn't come back yet...).  The rest of the night went off pretty damn well though.

The first stop of the night was a Business on Top, Party on Bottom party in the neighboring town.  Twala and I got lost trying to find it, as did the car we were following (they lost us and found it...).  It was kinda low key.  A good handful of people, margaritas, and general goodtimes.  Twala ended up having to leave early, so I road with my friend CC and the others to our main party of the night, a masquerade (can't be topped right?  wrong.  It was at a Dr. Suess-like house!)

I invited my new Irish friend I had met a few nights before at Bison Witches.  He's funny and adorable.  Apparently he's interested, but we'll see how that goes considering my recent situation.  I also ran into a guy I hadn't seen in over a year, MW.

(MW and I met at our house warming party the ex and I and our roommates at the time had.  None of the four of us knew him or his friend that came along.  In fact, they showed in their work clothes and many people thought they were cops.  Being the badass protective person I am, I met them halfway through the yard to make sure they weren't just party crashing or trying to arrest us.  Needless to say, he ended up making out with another guest and being the center of gossip that night!)

No one kissed at midnight.  We missed it actually.  Depressing right?  Not really, I think we all just ended up walking around the house kissing each other saying "happy new year" for the rest of the night, haha.  I played some champagne pong and lost horribly.  I think I had a bottle and a half by myself that night, but it really doesn't do much for me anymore.  Played some card games, smoked some hookah (if you haven't tried this stuff, you must!  It's legal and so much fun), and danced.  Of course there was a little drunken drama, but that is expected, nothing that ruined anyone's night.

When I got home the next afternoon, I spent the rest of the day in bed.  You know it was a good NYE when you wake up at like 8pm the next day!  I would give you more details, but they're private (yes I do remember the whole night lol).  How about we settle for some pictures?

My kickass hair and makeup for the night!

 

Hammie and I

CC and lil CC!

Madi and I with Irishman in the back.

W and I

Red hot glow for NYE!

Hope you guys had fun too!

Love!!

Borrowed Christmas Sentiments

Christmas is coming,

My ass is getting fat.

The kids have all gone mental

And the dog just shat. 

I'm oddly rather horny —

Just a quickie shag'll do.

If you can't put out for Christmas

Then really, fuck you.  

Christmas is coming,
I don't mean to be a crank,
But get your shit together
And then I want a spank.

There's so much crap to do
And I hate to be so blunt.
But after all the chores are done
You need to lick my cunt.

Your folks are staying over —
A tiny piece of Hell.
I think I've more than earned
For you to ring my bell.

This time of year is when
I really start to twitch
'Cos Christmas is coming...
Ain't she a lucky bitch.

I borrowed this wonderful little poem from a good friend of mine, Lady Estrogen.  This is basically how I feel about the holiday season.  Just gimme a good roll in the hay or a quickie now and then, and I'm content with that present.

I'll update you guys tomorrow on the craziness that is my family Christmas's.  I even have videos this year!!

I hope you all got exactly what/who you wanted this year!!!

Love!!

Time to Celebrate!

Today is the day!  We, as Americans, come together despite our differences and celebrate our great nation.  I don't know about you, but I'm ecstatic to head out to the lake and eat/drink myself to death with my family.  This year things are a bit different for us.

Usually we have a huge neighborhood party with food and swimming, but this year we are going out to my parents' boat house at the Muskogee Boat Club to celebrate with the members and our good family friends.  I am super excited to start a new tradition with my family.  With Bubba and I both moved out of the house, it's time for a change.  We've all grown up and things in our lives have changed.

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I know we are the only country that celebrates today, but every country has their own holiday of some sort.  Even if they are for different reasons, the spirit is still very similar.  We all have pride in our countries even if we don't agree with everything.

How do you celebrate the Fourth?  If you are one of my wonderful friends from other countries, what unique holidays do you have and how do you celebrate?

I leave you with some wonderful quotes I found today:

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.  ~Erma Bombeck

 

Freedom has its life in the hearts, the actions, the spirit of men and so it must be daily earned and refreshed - else like a flower cut from its life-giving roots, it will wither and die.  ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

 

It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you.  ~Author unknown, sometimes attributed to M. Grundler

 

We on this continent should never forget that men first crossed the Atlantic not to find soil for their ploughs but to secure liberty for their souls.  ~Robert J. McCracken

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Thoughts on freedom and coming home.

It's so strange being the youngest in the room, by far.  Usually Matt or Bubba are here with me.  At the moment, it's Momma, Daddy, Mom's bff, bff's husband, and K (not sure when she came into the picture for sure).  I feel like I'm a child again at a family get together, sitting in the floor, listening to the grownups talk and gossip.

I've come to realize that my parents are no different than me.  Ok, maybe very different in some ways.  As I sit here and listen to their conversation I wonder where I got my political and personal beliefs.  Don't get me wrong, my parents aren't nut cases but I wonder how I can see things so differently.

For example, they were discussing a coworker of Momma and Momma's bff.  He converted to Islam.  Supposedly to piss off his father or brother or someone like that.  He takes his carpet out to do prayers at work, as well as wears a turban and traditional Muslim garb.  He has also taken the belief that it is offensive if a woman speaks directly to a man or looks directly at them.  Now this is all heresy, as I have heard it told by my parents and their friends.  This apparently offends my parents and friends.

First off, Momma and her bff work at a Veteran's Affairs Hospital.  So I can understand not wanting someone to blatantly be disrespectful of the workers or those they are taking care of.  But at the same time these very veterans are fighting for the right for this man to be able to do this.  Why does it offend them so much?  I don't know how I would feel about it.  I really don't.  I'm not a veteran and I haven't been put in this situation.  It just seems like they are afraid of the very things they are fighting for.  I have the utmost respect for our country's veterans, but I have respect for what our country was founded on too.

Personally I don't think we should be forced to learn another language in primary school just because a good percentage of our immigrants speak it.  I think we should WANT to learn new languages and customs.  Why would we want to isolate ourselves?  We were founded to be tolerant and to accept all customs (as long as they don't harm others), but our country is fighting against these very principles.  We think we can tell people who to love (didn't work in the 60s, why would it work now?), who to worship, and what to think.  That's not what this great country was created for.  Our ancestors were escaping these very issues when they fought the revolution.

These are thoughts that go through my head as a toss back another glass of wine and crack open a beer to celebrate this wonderful time of the year.  A time to remember the sacrifices made.  A time for family.  A time for tolerance.

What are your thoughts?

Happy Fourth of July to all!

Love!!

Link Love Friday (on a lazy Saturday) and Day 20

I know I know, it's not Friday.  Well Friday was full of work work work and then trying to pack to go see the folks this weekend. 

And here I am still at home.  Stupid migraines... I'm gonna fight this and make the most of the rest of the weekend.  First thing's first.  A couple fun little link up's.

I'm joining Curvy Lady for her Link Love Friday topic this week:

LINK LOVE FRIDAY QUESTION

What was the last song you sang in the shower and what would Simon Cowell say if he heard you? 

 

My go to shower songs tend to be anything by Katy Perry.  Lemme tell ya, I can belt it on that shower stage!  Simon would be in tears after hearing me.  Tears that he can't hear anymore haha!  I won't let that stop me though!  Just imagine me doing my version of this video while sudsing up before work every morning!

Inspirational!  

Or this one?

Just scandalous, I tell ya!

I could replicate either of these in any shower, any time, any where in the world!

Anywhere in particular I would want to do my versions?  Why yes, thank you for asking!

My top 2 places I want to travel (day 20 of the 30 day photo challenge, in case you're wondering) are these:

Ireland, home of over half my ancestors.

Amsterdam, one of the most tolerant places on Earth.

I know I know, two completely different yet stereotypical places to go.  I plan to take a metro as much as possible between the two (yes, Ireland is an island I know this) so I get to see a good chunk of the places in between.

If you are joining from the Lady Blogger Social Tea Party, welcome!  If you are just stumbling onto my humble abode, take it all in at any pace you feel comfortable with!  

I hope you will stop back by sometime.

Time for some ice cream and chocolate w/ some tea for this horrid migraine episode....

Have a happy Fourth!

Love!!

So cute I may hurl!

Ever see pictures of kids that are so cute you want to puke?  I used to be one of those kids.  Yep, me.  The girl with 11 piercings (a few of which in un-nameable places) and a big baby of a pit bull dog.  The girl who posts pictures of her nasty feet just to share what I did that evening.

I had to wait ages for mom to send me these!!  Hold your applause....

Oh yeah, this is Day 19 of the 30 Day Photo Challenge--A picture of me when I was little.  That adorable little gentleman is Bubba.

I'm sooo happy to be off today!  Then one more day of work and I get a four day weekend!  Means I'm drivin home to see Bubba and the fam most likely.  I love the Fourth.  We usually have a big neighborhood cookout and fireworks show.  This year, we're going to dad's boat club for food and fishing.  Not sure what all else, but I like creating new traditions sometimes.  As long as it involves fireworks, drinking, and family I don't really care what we do.

Do you celebrate the Fourth of July?  Do you have any traditions?

Love!!