Merry Christmas

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Christmas this year was most definately different. All of the family was poured into my parents new home. Without internet, without television, without... anything but alcohol and ourselves for amusement.

I felt very chic leaving our apartment with our bags packed, arriving at their sprawling house on the water with our perfectly wrapped packages. Sliding along the hardwood floors into the warm sunroom overlooking the water. Watching Dad smoke his pipe in his cozy little den. All quite adorable and sweet.

For the first four hours.

Afte that--time stretched before us like a fat lady looking at spandex leggings. Possible to fill, but brutal.

It wasn't so bad. We joyfully plied the parents with spirits. We cooked dinner and washed dishes, cooked breakfast and washed dishes, cooke... you get the idea. There was little left for us to do but eat and wash dishes. My hands are sufficiently dried out and I have sworn off food for the next week.

It was a cozy weekend of family togetherness. Yes, that shall last me quite nicely until next year.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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