Thpppppppt!!!!

One of my favorite lines from Gundam Wing:

“Are you telling me to get off? Thank you Sandrock!”

*snicker*

I don’t know, maybe it’s leftover from my RHPS days, but I always imagine those words being the cue to multiple cans of well shook soda being simultaneously opened.

Well anyhow, I gotta go search for the CD with the software for my DVD player. Power DVD has gone wonky again and insists I don’t have a 32-bit player installed. Media Player plays the DVDs fine, and I wouldn’t care except that Power DVD allows me to take snaps of the DVDs and other files I play.

So far two of my friends have popped online via various IM services. The first left as soon as I said “hello!”, the second disappeared before I even had a chance to do that much.
    I think I’m starting to get a complex. *grin*

I swear Sendak had the wrong poultry in mind when he wrote “Chicken Soup with Rice”. *inhales deeply* Yum! For me Leftover Turkey Soup is a project in several parts.
    Part oneis making the stock by throwing the carcass from our dieter’s nightmare of a Yule turkey into a large stockpot with enough water to cover, a jar of Herb-Ox chicken bouillon cubes, some salt, pepper and parsley, and a half cup of vinegar to draw the calcium out of the bones.
    Part two is removing the meat from the bones and putting it back into the stock, along with veggies and some more seasonings.
    I just finished part three: the addition of the rice. I, personally, prefer wild rice with my turkey soup, but the rest of the family protested, so we compromised with Trader Joe’s California Blend, which is wild, basmati, regular brown and a few other rices I can’t think of right now.
    In about 20 minutes it will be done. I made plenty so you’re all invited!

This isn’t even my holiday! Yet here I am, wrapping the Xmas gifts that I bought (because apparently everyone else lacks an imagination), with the boys sitting right outside the door, hoping to sneak a peek.
    I refuse to turn on the radio because half of the stations in my area have been completely Xmas music since Thanksgiving, and if I hear the Waitresses’ (a band I otherwise love) “Christmas Wrapping” one more time I’m gonna pull my dreads out!
    The only reason why I even participate in Xmas at all is because I’m outnumbered. While I’m trying to raise Jarret Wiccan, Glenn is Catholic, and Ben just thinks religion is stupid. Then there’s the rest of the family…
    I feel so overwhelmed this year. Like everything I believe in suddenly doesn’t exist. Yeah, I nnow the real roots of Xmas, and I think that’s part of the problem. Christ was not born on Christmas Day, as many a song hails; Christians knew this back when they created the holiday, which was to help win Pagans over to their side (otherwise they’d have to kill them). Hell the Puritans refused to celebrate Xmas because they considered it too Pagan! And for those of you who whine about the stores showing no respect for the holidays by being open on them: Dickens forgot to mention in “A Christmas Carol” that back in Ebeneezer Scrooge’s day a business that was closed for the holiday was quite rare.
    So why am I being made to feel like the Grinch who stole Xmas? Why am I being criticized for keeping my kids home for Yule? Why the fuck am I still wrapping these presents?! *throws a tube of paper at Glenn who has passed out on the bed*
    I’m going to sleep now. *glares at my sons, who are still up* Maybe if I’m lucky I can sleep till New Year’s Eve.

Babs