A Christmas Story.

Yeah. Hi. Christmas sucks.

I spent Wednesday afternoon with Andrew drizzing pretzel sticks in chocolate for my undeserving associates at work. 90% of the fuckers didn't even say thank you. How's that for Christmas spirit?

I ended up getting a whopping three hours of sleep before work. While at work, I slid into a furniture rack and slept on a boxed table for aproxiamtely fifteen minutes. I was too afraid to sleep for any longer. Wal Mart is a scary place to sleep.
At breaks, Josh, Mike, Derek and I watched Celebrity Jepoardy and giggled with wild amusement. Turd Fergusen. Funny shit.

On Thursday I took the four hour transit ride to Toronto to spend Christmas with Andrew and his family. I was very tired and still am very tired and perhaps, am a little too tired to be writing in my blog. Being at my mother's house with nothing to do, makes for good blogging opportunities.
I gave Mrs. Keenan a quilt for the big Dec. 25. She was very elated, but honestly I think Papa K. enjoyed his case of individually wrapped, beer from around the world sampler more. Seriously though, who wouldn't? Japanese beer for Christmas? C'mon! Scatt and Han got socks and themed candy canes and I somehow ended up with a pile of shitty ornaments from the dollar store. Not to sound ungreatful or anything, but seriously... Country Kitch Christmas Crap is not my style. I'd rather get nothing than something I have to display out of obligation to my future sister-in-law. Fecking Gross.
Andrew got a barbeque. I gave it to him in early November. I felt a bit bad that he had nothing to open, but seriously... how the hell am I going to hide a god damned barbeque for three months? I doubt I could have fit it in the overhead compartment on the bus. Better to have it sent up a month before.
Mama K. got me a rockin green sweater and the Martha Stewart Baking Handbook.

Best. Present. Ever.

I was very proud of my boyfriend for picking the MSBH out for me. It proves that he does think about sappy stuff. What a good man.
Andrew also got me a heating blanket as I'm so cold all the time. He said, "It's to do my job when I'm not around." and everyone sort of rolled their eyes with icky delight. My boyfriend is learning how to be a boyfriend. It's very... sentimental.
After sleeping for almost twenty hours, Laverne and I watched Iron Will on the Aboriginal Network. Yah gotta wonder how much of that story is Disney influenced and how much is true to the actual events. I'm guessing not much.
We talked, we laughed, we ate, we discussed Andrew and I's offspring... It was all a very entertaining event. Nothing like talking about reproduction with your boyfriend's parents
Andrew took me home soon after. His muffler went on the way and everyone looked in awe and wonder at the high performance vehicle zooming down the highway. Funny that a broken muffler makes 19 year-old boys in their parents sooped up hondas pay props. Stupid men.

Today I'm at me Ma's house. So far she hasn't done anything overly stupid or annoying, but I think that's because I'm casually feeding her small presents every time she gets a bit dodgy. I just gave her a beaded necklace that I made months ago. She went absolutely batty.
The Marcov side of the family is coming tonight for the festivities. My mom side of the family is full of crazy drunks, so it should be, at least, a good laugh.

But still. Christmas sucks.