Christmas is finally over.Phew! I cannot eat another drop.

Stuffing my face with retardedly delicious food has officially fallen into last place; getting back into my size 25 jeans is now in the lead.

What can I say. I loves me some Christmas Cheer…and some Christmas cookies, potatoes, various roasted meats, deep fried appetizers topped with cheese… and all desserts in general, except for ones containing coconut. Oh, fuck, and I completely forgot about the  cocktails.

I go all out around the holidays. I bust out the Fat Pants  (the size 27′s with a hint of stretch), the tunics, and the scarves to hide my double chin. Ho Ho Ho! Unfortunatlly, getting back into the 25′s keeps getting harder and harder with each passing year. Thankfully, I am disciplined, and, in this economy, when your jeans are in the $300 price range, it is more cost efficient to adjust your habits (eating well, exercising enough, not drinking like a hobo) than to purchase an entire new wardrobe because you couldn’t kiss Xmas 2009 goodbye.

Living in the past is a bad, bad idea.

AnyDinnerRolls, I got a new camera for Xmas . It’s a Cannon something or other. I was desperate to get a new one after getting sand in the last one on our vaca last summer. I am not much of a photo taker, but since we are moving and will be farting around Europe for the rest of our lives, I felt it was pretty important and Santa came through. Yay for him!

Only a few days left of 2009!  We will be spending it with some friends South of SF. It may be the last time all of us are able to get together before we leave. It will be great, and sad, but mostly great. 12 weeks before we depart. There is no gift greater.

I am beginning a new writing project so I may not be here much in the next few weeks. If anyone is interested, email me and I will might send you the link. I am not posting it here for various random anonymous reasons.

Oh, hey, so it looks like Camarades put my page back up?!  They just cannot live without me. It’s true.

xo

C

Here are some photos from Xmas. The theme for the gents was “Mustache and an Ugly Shirt” (think 1970′s porn) and as you can see, they pulled it off grotesquely .

The passed out drunk is Dolly. He remained there the rest of the night and rumor has it that he pissed himself.