Warren and I had a small, but good Christmas. My mom gave Warren an RC (remote control) car and he has been driving me nuts with it all day. Of course being Warren (and Mike's son) he can't leave things be and just play with it. No, he has to take it apart and play his junior version of Pimp My Ride. He already has all these plans for it, including how to add more battery power to it (insert Tim Allen grunting sounds).

After sledding we showered up and made it to dinner just before closing time. They were open for just a little bit longer, but rather than drive all over town for something else, we ate anyway. We loaded up our plates (all you can eat buffet) and stuffed ourselves silly. Then we came home and did a rather impressive imitation of a pair of beached whales. Chritmas Eve day I had to work so after opening presents that night (I come from a family where Christmas Eve is the tradional night for presents, then stocking get hung up adn when we were little food was left for Santa and his reindeer). Then we ate a light dinner of the meat and cheese assortment my mom sent and watched one of the Harry Potter videos my brother sent Warren.

My brother was sweet enough to send me the boxed DVD set of Star Wars. He had no way to know I already had it. Since I already had Wide-screen and I am not such a completist that I also wanted full screen (yuck), I took it back to Wally World. Since I didn't have a receipt I couldn't get cash, but I did get a gift card. For the first time in ten years I have a winter coat that goes over my ass and doesn't have Ca$hWi$e on one side and my name on the other. It is also much nicer, and much warmer. My brother meant so well though, that I am not going to tell him. He is slighly developmentally disabled (what some would call slow), and he knows how much I love Star Wars. So I am going to let him think the version I am keeping is the one he bought me. A harmless lie that will save his feelings and make him feel good.

Right now I have laundry going in both the washer and the drier. Because the lack of snow, but increase in traffic has left the top of the sledding hill as basically frozen dirt, Warren's (and my) clothes look like we were playing in the dirt instead of sleding. But it was worth it, as much as I complain when it gets below freezing, there are some great things about living in a cold state. Sledding, snowmobiling, snowmen, snowforts, snowball fights, snowboarding, skating outdoors beautiful Christmas card scenes outside the window, the wonders of hot cocoa (esp with whipped cream and a candy cane - and a splash of rum or schnapps), Aurora Borealis, Sun Dogs, and I could go on.

Hope everyone had a great holiday. Another year is almost over. I sure hope 2005, is kinder to me than 2004.

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Daily Dumbass: I like A Christmas Story as much as anyone, but these annual 24 hr-thons are too much
Thankful For: feeling young again, going down the hill with Warren
Music of the mind: : Stupid photo printer commercial

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