Dragging

Hi on another dragging ass Monday. I haven't been in the mood to do much of anything lately. I've had puh-lenty of time to blog at home, but here I am doing it at work again. Let's just say I need the distraction.

Christmas day was nice and cozy. I'm glad it was cold and rainy for a change. We spent it at Ron's moms with her roommate, Ron's step-grandfather and his mom's ex-husband. MIL's roommate happens to be her ex-husband's (not Ron's father) sister. Yea. Interesting group of people. Sorta. The MIL is a very nice woman who has learned from her mistakes. As I've mentioned, Ron's childhood was less than stellar. His father has been out of the scene for 17 years. I've never hated someone I've never met so much. Ron hates it when I call his dad an asshole loser, but it's true. A step father or two later, here we are. This particular ex-husband is a total idiot who only becomes less annoying the more he drinks. How annoying, you ask?

"So! When are you guys gonna give us a couple of crumb snatchers?"

"You know you're not an adult until you have children and a family of your own."

"You won't understand until you have kids, they totally change your life. You'll never know the meaning of selflessness until you have them."

And so on and so forth. I shouldn't let it bother me. I shouldn't let it make me feel like I'm letting them down. Who gives a shit what they think, right? At least the MIL didn't bug us, as she is aware of the situation. She understands it as no kids right now.

Anyway, the dinner was good. We didn't give out gifts because this year we decided to take a break and just do cards. Step-grandfather was very sweet and still wanted to play Santa, so he gave us each little gifts... A nice book of poetry published by one of his friends from home in Virginia, some pretty angel figurines and a book about the legends of Christmas. He did the shopping all on his own, it was the cutest thing. We spent the rest of the evening watching cheesy movies. Ever seen "Mamma Mia"? If you're at all allergic to sweets, do yourself a favor and skip it.

So, the rest of the weekend just sorta slithered by. I did manage to get some laundry done and get my oil changed, but it was another slovenly weekend for me. No exercise, either. I've been taking this month off, but it makes me feel even more like shit. I need to get back into it next week because I've been far too lazy. I'm enjoying sleep way too much.

I was able to get out of the house on Saturday to visit my new friend Erica. She and I have really hit it off. Turns out she read my blog a few years ago while living in North Carolina with her ex husband. Now she's here in Cali with a new hubby and a new baby. It's nice hanging with her, it's like we've always known each other. I also really enjoy playing with her baby. I guess I've been giving Melanie a break. I haven't seen her all month and I'm starting to miss her. I tried to get the three of us together for a baked artichoke night (something Mel and I love to do) at the beginning of the month so Melanie could meet Erica, but it didn't turn out. I'm hoping to do it within the next coupla weeks.

This is finally the week of Fantomas on New Years Eve. I've been looking so foward to it, for obvious (Mike Patton) reasons. I can't WAIT to be in the same room with him! Apparently this venue is pretty small so it won't be like watching an ant on the stage. I'll be sure we get there WAY early, too, 'cause it's first come first served. I'm so glad we're flying to San Francisco this time. Only an hour travel time leaves lots of free time open to do what we missed on the last trip. Yay. And speaking of trips, I forgot to mention how great the Metallica show on December 13th was. We took the 2.5 hour drive out the Fresno and arrived in the early afternoon. This gave us plenty of time to eat, relax and drink some beer. The show was only four blocks away from our cute little hotel, so we were able to walk there. Once again, Ron got us amazing seats...three rows behind the pit. It was bowl type seating, so we were able to see everything...not to mention feel the heat of the pyrotechnics. Nothing like a metal show with plenty o' pyro. Well, I've been writing in here on and off all damn day. Time to close up and get out. Happy New Year!