Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to one and all.

As you know, I am the first to be upset with the generalization that everyone celebrates Christmas. But I will go on a limb today. Christmas has become such a general holiday over the past years and anyone can celebrate it's simple theme. While Christmas was originally dedicated for the birth of Christ, today it secular meaning is a day to observe good will and love of family and friends. Many people get together this one day out of 365 to spend time with people they have not seen in the last year. Or spend time helping those less fortunate. So I say, "Merry Christmas to one and all."

Ah. Today was a lazy day in the house of Yokai. Basically I sat on my pretty little ass (which is getting larger thanks to the destruction of the bathroom which has swallowed the comfort and functionality of my living room [the place where I work my butt off doing aerobics, strength and muscle conditioning, and flexibility] .) At the snails pace my bathroom is getting done at, I will never have that chiseled gladiator body I have been wanting the last 28( going to be 29 years next week) years of my life. But it hasn't stopped my devotion to Pilate's. Faithfully I have increased my Pilate's workout to make up for everything else I'm missing.

Not much to explode over today. I spent last night with the in-laws celebrating Christmas by eating cocktail weenies and opening presents or in my case a present. We also listened to Christmas music on, get this, a CASSETTE TAPE!!!! I know. Where did that come from? I know we own a turn table or two, but that is a classic sound you just can't get from 21st century technology. A tape. C'mon. For the first time since I've been married, I did not vomit en route to their home or leave their home feeling like I was the left over shit in someone's ass crack after a really bad case of diarrhea. It was do-able. And I didn't have to find out what Aisling Grey was doing. (Aisling Grey is one of my new favorite heroines. She is the main character from the Guardian series from Katie Mac Alister. Hint: my birthday is 31 Dec. I am half way done with the second book in the series and I cheated and read the last 3 pages in the third book (Which I already bought). I think, yeah, Katie Mac Alister is on my list of greatest people ever.

My stepfather shared a golden nugget of stupidity with me this morning. Since I had nothing planned to talk about, I'll share it with you! Thanks S-man for the Blog Christmas gift:

At a Church's Chicken in the Metro Atlanta area, a teenage wannabe gangster walks into the restaurant and orders a chicken meal.

Cashier: Do you want dark meat or white meat for your meal?
WGT: What?
Cashier: What kinda chicken do you want? Dark of white?
WGT: What's the difference?
Cashier: Hold up. Are you serious?!!!!! You don't know what dark or white meat chicken is?
WGT: No.
Cashier: Wait. Somebody else is gonna have to handle this.
S-man: Put a skirt on the chicken. Everything under the skirt is dark meat!!!!!

Today I thought I would talk about mi Kitties. Oh my lovable balls of fur. I think the love me unconditionally, but I really think it's because I feed them and warm up my bed for them. So, I was explain to S-man that they can be a pain in my ass. I let one out and 3 stand at the door trying to figure out how they can get out. I try to let her back in and the other 4 are standing in formation. 3 trying to distract me and one trying to break the line of scrimmage. Of course the one outside realizes she needs a blocker, but doesn't have it so for the next hour she play peekaboo on the porch. Makes me think that she wants to come in, but doesn't as soon as I get the door open. Bitch!

They are great. We have one that tells us it's time to get up. Another who tells us it's time to go to bed. When feeding time is and let's not for get the shower and feeding times. 5 cats are nothing. Except when they get sick. At the same time. Then 5 miserable kitties become 5 irritable toddlers. Oh, and they sneeze on you. Such behavior! But, they make my life what it is. Wonderful yet trying. Along with the sixth cat, Hubby. Who could ask for anything more.

Amongst the wreckage of our home. We did exchange gifts. The cats will get their six foot tower around the first of the year. I got Hubby a book on Dali (his favorite Artist/painter) and a book of Boris Vallejo artwork ( he also loves Boris's work) He got me this awesome claddagh bracelet to replace the one that was eaten by the escalator at work. I'm so in love with it. Finally. He is learning. I was so happy. I guess there is something to say about the air during Christmas time. It truly is one of the most magical times of the year.

So with that said. I will call a quits to this blog for the night. The feeding time cat has began the call to arms.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Lady Yokai and family