In a One Horse Open Sleigh- HEY

That part of the song always made me picture a headless horse, I'm not sure why.
Yeah, it's been awhile. I haven't felt motivated enough to blog, it's the Christmas cuisine sitting like a yule-log in my colon. Really, Santa would avoid this chimney, it has an extra thick layer of soot, if you know what I mean. Not that I haven't been eating things that are good for me, I 've just been eating more than my fair share of slop too. I went grocery shopping today and picked up all of the healthy fare I normally ingest, it's back to feeling spry and spunky. After all, you are what you eat, and I don't want to be a vienna sausage.
NO, I've never actually eaten one. When something smells like rotten crotch and cat food, I generally keep it as far away from my mouth as possible.
We had a great Christmas, I have some pictures but I'm too lazy to put them on right now. None too terribly exciting anyway. There is one of Aaron that looks like it should be the cover of an album from the free love, folk singing era. That's the first thing I thought when I looked at it after I took it. I'll put it on eventually. I tried to put some in a few days ago and my cord to my computer is acting screwy. It kicked my camera off right before it saved the pictures. I didn't have the energy to give it another go. Really, this time of year is EXHAUSTING.
I did get a buttload of Itunes giftcards, I'm pretty excited about that. Only I can't think of any songs I want that I don't already have. I know they're out there, I've just got a mental block. So any suggestions...
Also, Aaron got me an Ipod player for my car so I'm not cruising along with the buds in my ears, an accident waiting to happen. My sister got me a shirt, a little stuffed mange mite (I named him Itchy), AND she paid for my house to get cleaned. BOO YAH
The girls got loads of loot as usual. Tatum recognized a Santa gift, she saw it out in our garage room before she got it. Oops. It's okay though, we made her feel like she imagined it. "No you didn't Tatum, it must've been something else." Aaron's like "Great, she'll grow up to be an adult who doubts herself all of the time. She'll witness a crime and the cops'll be like "Is this the man you saw?" And she'll say "Yes. No. I don't know! I thought I saw a game from Santa a week before I got it, but I was wrong about that too!"
My mom helped me paint Reese's room a vibrant blue for her birthday, we surprised her. She's been asking to have it painted forever, partly because she wanted it painted, part stall tactic at bed time. She loved it. Almost as much as I loved it when Aaron surprised me by painting the kitchen. There was wallpaper before, with 3 different kinds of fruit in pairs, that all looked like nuts. Not macadamia or pecans, I'm talking about testicles. There was a firm plump pair, a fuzzy looking softer pair, and even one where one piece of fruit was hanging lower than the other one. Nothing like eating a meal surrounded by scrotum. When I'm feeling a little less comatose maybe I can scare up a photo with it in the background so you can share in its majesty.
Well, that's all for now I think. I'd list my New Year's Resolutions if I ever made any, but I don't. Is that terrible? Okay, here's one- I'm going to try my hardest to capture my favorite co-worker and her elusive mythical creature boyfriend on film.
BLAH. The other day one of the docs and I were out back talking to Animal control about an injured dog they brought by for us to assess, and I hear and FEEL this "huh-heh. huh-heh. huh-heh." I look behind me and it's HIM labored breathing in my ear, all tuckered out from the 10 foot walk he took from their apartment to nose around in our business. He hovered there the whole time, then he was like, "Oh, I just wanted to make sure you guys didn't need any help carrying the dog in before I went inside." As if we need his mayonnaise muscles, we're a lot more capable then he is. He'd probably have a heart attack as soon as he made it through the doors and sue for medical expenses and emotional distress.