Sleepy Holiday and the Merry ho ho's

Goodevening

I am watching cake bosses's next great baker and throughly enjoying watching these people break eggs in competetion. oop- competition over, we now go to rolling out pie crust. cake boss seems intense.. like survivor.

Here is my follow up to christmas fun.. I took a break from my regularly scheduled life to just relax and get fat. and that i did do. Gorge gorge nom nom..
This year we spent the holidays at my mamas. Hooray! Anyone who has been to my parents house in grimsby knows, or has known someone ( usually me ) who gets redicilously boozed during some kind of visit. My dad doesnt drink anymore, and my mom.. meh.. not really. Its everyone else whos gets smashed'od. This place is like a fucking resort. You get your own bedroom and bathroom and everything is so exqusitie and mexicana you feel like your on holidays which is why i think everyone gets drunk at least on their first sleepover..



And my parents too are the utmost in accomidating. its wonderful to be under their care as the wine keeps flowing ( and champagne in my case ) and food and yummmm so you cant help but feel this sense of bacchus being in the room. wheee!!! fun on the holidays thank you jesus!



There is an on going joke about sheri and her gravy requirements. sheri is my middle sister and the butt of ever sauce related dinner banter.. she used to love to drench her whatever with moms gravy. Usually on holiday fare like turkey, or roasts she douses her meat and potatoes like lava overflowing some mountain ranged in oceania. My dad took this hilarity and brought it once step further by using his handy dandy label maker to hilight this point.



tracy and i look terrifying. i hate you gravy thing.



steve got me an amazing vintage drafting table for christmas. finally my art room is done. reeeeally happy with this. it feels so comfortable and cosy.. i just need a better chair and everything is perfect.



look at the vinatge ness of those wheels. straight up steel. happy happy girl.

OOOOOH ALSO HE GOT ME SOLD OUT ROBYN TICKETS HOORAH!!!!!!!!!! this was a great christmas. i lucked out.

We went for breakfast boxing day morning



I look over to my right and there is this wonderful man enjoying his breakie with his fam. He is incredible.



best momment i have captured in some time. i felt like he could be a wonderfully aged elvis with his dyded perfectly coiffed do and his hilarious " news flash i dont care" t shirt, or it was santa who is enjoying a hard earned breakfast the night after a long haul. dude just wants a day where he can shave off his beard, take off the hat and have some fucking pancakes. enjoy your holiday santa.

ROBYN TICKETS ROBYN TICKETS
have i mentioned this yet? i am to take pictures of those soon.



ps i also saw that picture there.. it was the best also. wimpys diner is my new hot spot.

its 10:30 a.m on off my keester and listening to Cinderella.

is playing in behind me, steve has fancy big towers of sound. Everything sounds really good on this multi functional surround sound. Its been...... 7 years since i was around fancy speakers, i mean, my parents had this kinda thing.. but since i moved out i never saw the need. I always had lame tvs too. my friends/boyfriends/family always made fun of me for it. I had this loser tube tv with wood paneling since i was a youngster. family heirloom. obvs. I also have the old school 'family' christmas tree too. Artificial as all hell- so much so its literally falling appart all over the place and i am constantly finding little green strips of christmas magic all over the floor but whatever. i like it

I also realized how long its been since ive lived with my parents. I mean- its also not long at all.... i have friends who have been on their own for much longer- i just realized it. But its not like i have lived extremely far from them. we are a very tight family and while we make one otehr go i n s a n e we stick close. Perhaps its the realization that we crazy fucks have to stick together cause no one else can handle the crazy. Those people are naive to the world and are those weiners who run when someone unsavory approachs them, leaving their signficant others behinds to fend for themselves in the stick situation. I had an ex boyfriend who did that. he was a mistake.



This just showed up on my desk. A pile collected off the kitchen island/dump zone. Here is a glimsp at my interests- minus the mail. thats all bills. oh! and my new drivers liscense i just renewed it then lost it then just got it. apparently it looks like a glamorshot. This is far removed from my passport photo... which makes me look like a swedish boy due to my agressive haircut and big moon face.

I am a cancer and have a typical moon face. this is apprantly a trait that is typical of july(ish) babies.

insert my current tunes here : bonobo's el torro from black sands. enjoy.



Okay! Hooray! i figured out how to add in videos. Best.News.ever

Its a week till christmas and we had a practise run today. and by that i mean i wake up stupidly early and wake him up to entertain me like a child.

goodmorning boys.

So how did i come to cinderella so early? Cause we get up early. two cups of tea by 11. i wake up feeling good. I get these spurts of creativity but they die quick. I have all these urges to paint then the die. I dont know why i just cant get my ass in gear. It seems like i can always think of something more effective with my time, or im needed somewhere or something. I like those mornings when you turn music up stuidly loud and you get right into creative. So i blogged. and i feel like doing bathroom art. or finishing the hallways project. or maybe i should doodle for my meeting after xmas over the next few months of big mega displays. I reeeeeaaallllly want a new drafting table.

Ho Ho motherfukin ho.

I have no real reference to hating the holidays- i just think that is particularly funny. I have to HAVE TO get myself blogging a lot more. I have to make it part of my routine, like drinking 3 cups of tea to wake up or ensuring i mock someone at least once a day. Blogging must also be in this mix. Steve keeps telling me to add pictures- yes. your right. cause i think that my little kittens are way more amused with visual cues to keep them going as opposed to long winded pretentious sounding paragraphs.

perhaps..

maybe i am looking into things? I dont care. Pics it is... just let me figure out how the fuck to do it. yes i said fuck. I like swearing. its awful, very ungraceful and quite vulgar for a woman to spit out words like fuck. My bestie loves sayings certain lines like "eat a di*k" and i find it terrible when she says it but still funny. Funny enough to not sound toooo nauseated when she says it. only partially. That gets me wondering about swearing, and why we do so- especially women. Chicks these days i dont think anyway, give a fuck, i think finding a women there days 19-35 who doesnt swear like a vicious sailor who hasnt seen dry land or dry wood in months.

When she says it, she feels a sense of power. a scathing attack said with venom with a flick of comedic timing. I ask her why does she feel the need to say it? she says it gives her a power. a strength. hmmmmm. that inspires me.

Ziggy's( second and youngest cat) has a re-occurring ulcer that at the MOST inappropriate times in his eye. This morning, after months and months and even when he got his giblets cut off he was fine. But no. this morning, full on pirate eye. This means boys and girls, giving him eye drops (whats left in the bottle) and giving him a medication. to obtain more drops, must go see the eye doctor for animals. This trip will cost me about $850. yes. happy holidays.