The cookies have yet to be made but the tortilla soup is in the freezer today after the lovely evening Angel and i had last night.
We had to drop $300 on brake repairs for his car yesterday and then walked the 2 miles home followed by me getting undressed and doing 100 crunches and then lying on the bed and feeling the leg twitch in interesting patterns. Then the phone rang saying the car was ready to be picked up so we jumped in the truck and went to retrieve it. We dropped the truck back at the home and ran to my mom's to give back the Food processor she never uses since Gramma is here and WILL use it.
Then we came home.
We made tortilla soup in my new blue enameled pot that my dad gave me and watched The Replacement Killers and then toddled off to bed for some cuddling and stuff that i think woke the neighbors, but oh, well. We don't have childfree weekends that often that aren't filled with other obligations and we enjoyed it a LOT.
Speaking of head, we were playing Mexican Train with my parents and Gramma while listening to Christmas music and i wondered aloud,
Of course, this sparked a debate that ended with Dad speculating that maybe they have Curly's face. Little bald dolls that "Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk". Someone said that it was probably better than Mo' Head dolls and we all started laughing so hard while throwing out comments like "You CAN find them in SOME stores!" and "Toasterboy would sure want one!" and more side-splitting laughter.
Then, my Mom says, "Yeah, he may want a Curly AND a Moe doll!"
We all stopped and looked at her . . .
and started laughing even harder ~ she didn't get it at ALL!
We had to explain to her why we were laughing at the Mo' Head doll! I said even Gramma got it and Gramma said "What do you MEAN, 'even Gramma'!?"
i was in tears by the end and i won the game, i might add! (After 4 rounds i had the lowest points)
So, on this note, i'll wish you all a few happy, perfect moments with your families, no matter how dysfunctional, and to all a good knight.
"My First Christmas As A Woman" ~ The Vandals
" With Christmas upon us it's time to be honest
and follow my dreams and to face
a life of delusion and gender confusion
no longer will be the case
I never wanted army men of basketballs,
I only wanted pantyhose and Barbie dolls
And dressing up in mother's clothing.
My whole life I've been feeling only feminine
It always seemed so useless trying to be a man
Now that's a ghost of Christmas past
Now it feels like the very first time,
cuz it's going to be the very first time,
that Christmas feels right to me.
And I know that I'm looking good
Just like a real girl should-
It's my first Christmas as a woman
A doctor reconstructed my genitals
And now I'm waiting underneath the mistletoe
for a guy who could love a girl like me.
I took the hormones and I got my breasts
This season's gonna be the best to me.
I won't have to tuck it behind me
Since I got my brand new vagina
It's my first Christmas as a woman.
Chop if off! Chop if off! Chop if off!
My penis, chop it off
It's no use to me.
Cut it off!
Chop it off! Chop it off!
My penis, cut it off so I can finally be
A Woman...
Now I'm finally happy cuz I made my goal
to be a post operation transsexual.
now I'm a pretty lady
Now it feels like the very first time,
cuz it's going to be the very first time,
that Christmas feels right to me.
Cuz I know that I'm looking good
Just like a real girl should-
It's my first Christmas as a woman!"
confessed on Sunday, Dec. 23, 2001