HO HO HO

Well I made it to "winter vacation" as they say in the land of politically correctness. I have until Jan.4th.
How cool is that? Of course I'm stuck here, but... meh.


The year after the "Christmas branch"... my boss began this thing with our school's "Giving Tree". It's there for the kids to donate food or presents. My boss at that time, another great guy, decided that someone should have this tree. It's a shame to kill it then toss it before its time. He decided that it would be our tree. So every year since, I have been the happy recepient of a fully decorated by the school children... happy tree. This is the 2009 model. Squeaky will have a cow... he doesnt want a tree. I was going to turn it down but thought that since I was not off to LA, I might as well keep it for my last Dumb Potter's Hell Christmas. It has become a tradition.



I nearly survived the assault of goodies... but today, was waylaid by a cute batch of kids with a made special for me cookie. I ate it. I had to eat it. All those happy, giving faces! After the mocha that Boo got me earlier, they all launched me onto a sugar high that I am still trying to come down off of. hee hee



Frogs are multiplying. I am not sure what to do about it. I have this problem... I like men. Oh yeah... that one. I really like them all. So far my strategy is to let them thin themselves out unless they do something very dumb... or I meet them and decide that's not going anywhere for whatever reason. But I do not meet many in person.


LA has changed his plans and wants to come here to meet me. Now this is one interesting frog. He works like a demon. 14 to 16 hour days until his job is finished... straight through weekends. He has a nice car... his baby is a pretty blue corvette. His kids are all grown. Lots of good stuffs there. We even have almost the exact same heritage, including the Irish grandfathers. He used to race Sprites... my dad raced Sprites... in the same organization. Eeerie. Ha. Too funny.

Meanwhile back in the pond... Deer Hunter and I remain in constant contact. New Years is still on. He likes my Bear... but who wouldn't? He's invited Squeaky to come and stay with me whenever he wants. I am done for the day.



The last thing I want to mention is that I had a visitor

to my humble library... Santa! He's also our sternwheeler captain on regular days.
He and three voulnteer firemen! They left me with a bag of goodies... just what I need. These I promptly gave to Squeaky for safe consumption. That boy is better than a disposal.

The Bear came down to take me to WalMart for my drugs. The not fun ones. I guess you can't have it all.
X opted to put in the alternator for me. Then Mikey P. (the world's best adopted son on earth) took my old alternator to have it rebuilt with a guarantee... for a fraction of the cost I was going to spend. What a hero!
I got to hug and kiss cousin J and thank him again for the rescue. Kissed and hugged turkey. I think I scared Curtis out of their house onto the safety of the porch outside. Kissed my Bear of course. Brought Sqeaky along for the ride... so I wouldn't forget anything. He's not very trusting and refuses to be kissed except under duress.

My day is done. I'm done in. I'm off to visions of sugar plum fairies and a few last chuckles over the cussing out. Its been a good day. I'll be hoofing it for a few days but the Bear has promised to stop in on the way to P'land tomorrow. Cool beans.