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So the tree is still sulking in the garage and we’re probably gonna just leave it there.  I’ve threatened to grab one of the many real trees outside the drugstore, however there’s a catch: They must promise never to lose even one needle.  Nooone’s been able to look me in the eye in making this oh holy decree.  Thus no tree.  But we got other cut things, could tie a bow on the cats.  

Mainly, it’s all about the cookin. Is there anything more divine than a Ritz Cracker Cookie?  Those in the South and Midwest know what I’m talking about.  And of course what is Christmas without Pecan Pie – many many pecan pies.

Yes, tis the season to indulge, and what’s wrong with that?  You can’t have Christmas without Poinsettias, the drink not the plant.  It was amazing how that Pepperidge Farm Holiday Cookie box dropped into my cart, but I felt it needed a really good home.

Sugar free, booger free, I don’t care.  The only difference between a cookie and a sugar free cookie is the 1 calorie difference per gram of carb, oh and the sugar free ones are always more expensive.  Yeah, I eat real live damn cookies and I do enjoy ‘em.  Although I must admit that candy doesn’t seem to do it for me anymore (this of course doesn’t include truffles), but they’re actually too sweet and hurt my teeth.

I have eaten my share cookies this past week, but have been very fortunate in not gaining a pound.  Of course this is only because of my still rather large stature, if my weight were only 200 I imagine I couldn’t get away with this.  My exercise has become sporadic again with the busy holiday season, but once all this chaos is over I’d really like to start beefin up my exercise routine.  Watchin The Biggest Loser and how hard those guys are workin, especially Maurice and runnin around that damn track then doin it again to beat his own record – it’s purty damn inspiring, especially for a gal who vowed she’d never run.

Hopefully in late Jan or early Feb Mother will be having surgery. I better have a full bottle of Xanax for that.  Also after the holiday season I’ll be going to work as a personal assistant for a very busy lady and she’s gonna help me with my driving lessons, she also has loads of exercise equipment and has already granted me permission to use.   

On the side I’ll be desperately trying to relieve the chaos that is my room, ie sell much crap on Ebay.  I had an idea about making scented drawer liners and tryin to sell them.

Gotta make money for this Xanax habit.  Pffft!  No really, it’s not that bad, I use ‘em in order to keep from freaking out and having a general spaz attack.  They get used up purty quickly with my frequent botched suicide attempts.   I know, I know.  I’m trying to keep them at a minimum now.  *thumbsup*  Ha!  I read that article in People about housewives snorting Ritalin.  For awhile I was excited and thought to myself, “I gotta get me some of that.”  But it turns out you actually have to crush the pills then snort them.  When I was a little gurl and someone would come to school to discuss drugs I thought to myself, “Well I’d never use Cocaine.  I hate getting even water up my nose.”  Honestly when I was a kid about to get onna plane, it was a wrestling match to get me to snort saline up my nose.  I’m just not a snorter.  I think it traces back, way back, to a time at the tender age of three where my Uncle made me laugh and I spew 7Up from my nose.  My exact reply was, “Oooo!   Oooo!  The coke burnta my nose.”  This probably saved me from a life of snorting things up my nose