Previously... Springtime For Someone This is my safe spaceThis is where I post, where I dream, where I hurt, and where I recover. Everybody who understands this Extras, Fun Stuff & Recommended Reading 42 Things About Me I Can Hear The Ocean. A proud member of Always go too far Albert Camus |
Christmas 2006 Monday, Dec. 25, 2006 - 1:58 a.m. Christmas with the family is always fun, and more and more each year, I find that my sense of humor is well-aligned with the Espinosa family. We gathered on Christmas Eve this year instead of Christmas Day. --- I saw my cousin Mark Anthony for the first time in several years. He works at an entertainment establishment into the wee hours of the morning, and usually is so exhausted he can't make the drive from San Francisco to Livermore -- but this year, he did! It was great to see him after so long. In all honesty, he did attain reasonable levels of consciousness at one point, acknowledged that he knew he was going to be something of a waistoid while he was there but wanted to visit anyway, and said he said he'd rather be sacked out there in the middle of the festivities than at home asleep alone. I couldn't agree more. --- Here, a pair of thoughtfully placed red pipe-cleaners add a festive touch to an ordinary Dancing Santa Claus: --- And here, we have the spread that was on the island in the kitchen throughout the afternoon while the beast was roasting. This is what was available to eat BEFORE dinner was served: Dinner was roast beast, and meatballs, and pasta and green beans with garlic. --- We discovered another nice thing about having the dinner on the 24th instead of the 25th -- there was very nearly NO TRAFFIC on the way home, which suited John just fine. --- Wherever you are today, and whatever you're doing -- I wish you peace, knowledge of self, common sense, freedom from hurt, and above all, I wish you love. Merry Christmas. ---
what you missed - what's next - leave a note THE LEGAL STUFF: All content on this site that was created by me is copyright 2003-infinity by Brin Marie McLaughlin. Steal my stuff and I'll squash you like a bug. All incoming email or any other form of communication with me is subject to publication or other distribution by me in whole or in part at my sole discretion. This diary features the sole opinions and experiences of one person, namely me, the person who is paying for this space. In the interest of safety and accountability, no anonymous input will ever be allowed here, ever, for any reason in the entire history of ever. Whenever there is a comments section appearing in this diary, it's to be considered part of my paid presence on the web, and shall be used by my readership to supplement the things I have written here with relevant information in a polite manner. Comments that do not fall in that category are subject to deletion at my whim. Your visit to my diary along with your use of my comments section constitutes the understanding of this statement. Anything else on these pages including any comments belongs to whoever created it. All external links are current as of the date of the entry in which they are first featured, but at no other time. News excerpts used here are for educational purposes and are permitted under the Fair Use Doctrine. Hold hands when you cross the street, and play nice. |