Yule Tidings 2007, Part II

I'm feeling much better now that my cough syrup with codeine has taken effect, but to give you an idea of how I was feeling earlier, here is my away message on AIM: You know those people who get so upset with their employer or some big corporation that they blame that office for ruining their lives? And they take a gun and go to that office and shoot lots of people? I totally get them right now...

My Christmas was quite nice; I was sick as a dog and at one point had 3 shirts and 2 blankets wrapped around me while I continued to shiver from the cold. One of the 2 turkeys I was cooking had raw dark meat when my dad carved it, thanks to Stacy basting it with the oven door wide open for fifteen minutes, making the oven completely lose its heat. I think she did that twice, which means the turkey lost at least an hour's cooking time. My Aunt Dianne later thanked me for a beautiful Christmas. "You know, except for that one turkey." My niece lied about still believing in Santa after she had already told my sister that she didn't anymore, just so she would get more presents. My Aunt Dianne took home most of the turkey leftovers so we had none left for ourselves, even though we paid for and prepared them.

In between all that and some other stuff, though, I got to spend time with my sisters and my dad; with my Aunt Mary and Uncle Tony; with all the members of my mom's family that I only see twice a year. I got to speak to my Uncle George in Florida. We played games and drank wine and talked about all the totally unimportant things that in the end make for really good conversation and good times with the people you love, the people who are so important to who you are. On any other day of the year, I would have wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day long feeling as sick as I did, but on that day, in this year, I would have been no place else. And I know my mother was there with us, and I know she was nodding along as Mary, Dad, and I bitched away about Aunt Dianne.

Some other time I'll write about why it is that I want to go postal on my insurance company; for now, with codeine coursing through my blood, while I'm nice and cozy in my own bed with my puppy sleeping peacefully next to me, I'm too content to recall how just two hours ago I was so angry, achy, and frustrated I couldn't even put words to it. The insurance people are still alive to annoy me for another day. For now, I really do just wish peace on earth and good will to men. But that's just the drugs talking...