I know I promised a nice cheerful holiday post, and Ray-Tard kept distracting me.  However, today I am prepared to be a holly jolly cheer spreading machine!!

Since Jessie and I are going to be alone for Christmas (and it might possibly be the last time this is possible because of possible future rugrats), we decided to be a little decadent with ourselves.  First of all there are the Five Feasts of Christmas, which started yesterday.  Yesterday we had a mustard and herb crusted standing rib roast with a fresh vegetable casserole.  It was awesome.  Tonight is ham and the famous green bean casserole.  Some other feasts are going to be:

Tomorrow- Roast chicken (Ina Style) with roasted butternut squash and mashed potatoes and gravy

Saturday- Braciola…I’m not sure what side dishes I’ll have with this yet.  Maybe some steamed asparagus.

Sunday a.k.a. Christmas Eve- Cheese Fondue.  This will be served with Genoa Salami, Crusty bread, and gorgeous cremini mushrooms!

Christmas Day- Not including all the cheeses and fruits and sausages that will be set out, I am making a Stuffed pesto torta for breakfast.  For dinner we are having a Pear Cranberry Salad, Lamb, and potatoes au gratin (the good stuff not the boxed crap.

Of course cookies will be ever present.  Sugar, gingerbread, and chocolate chip are our selections.  We are also going to have rice crispy treats with the bottoms dipped in chocolate.

What will keep us Merry the whole time, being stuck in the apartment together with no distractions?  Lots of alcohol.  I plan on having some nice festive cosmopolitans each night before dinner, and some nice holiday coffee afterwards with a shot or two of Bailey’s.  Or maybe some White Hot Chocolate with a shot of white chocolate liqueur.  We basically agreed to stay pretty much snoggered, just for the hell of it. We almost never drink and when we do it is maybe a little shot of something in coffee or a glass of wine with dinner.  We want to stay jolly!  VERY JOLLY.

So I am going to enjoy this Christmas!  I am going to be jolly and happy (and still mindful of family and friends absent) as well as celebrate the true meaning of the holidays.  I just want to be an ass about it for once.  I didn’t want to be the sensible one, I wanted to be the one stuffing my face and drinking so much that every Christmas commercial suddenly becomes high art.  This quite possibly could be my last time to do this, so I’m gonna live it up!

So have a very Merry Christmas everybody.  Eat more than you know you should, have a little extra drink, and laugh a little easier.  Don’t let intellect or appearances get in the way of a good time and be sure you tell your loved ones how much they mean to you.  I wish all of you a wonderful and memorable Christmas and a safe and raucous New Year.  God Bless and peace out.

I hate to have to post about this again, but it’s just too funny to let alone.

Jessie comes home from work yesterday and starts telling me that the Seattle Times had a story about Rachael Ray.  It talked about how popular she is becoming and blah blah blah.  But the piece also talked about what a huge hate-base she has.  The piece talked of people calling her Ray-Tard!  HA HA!!   Ray-Tard!  Isn’t that the best?!?!  Google “Rachael Ray sucks” and you’ll be surprised at how many blogs come up.  hehehe.   According to the piece, Ray-Tard herself started the “Rachael Ray Does Not Suck” message board.   To me, that just proves a million times over that she does, indeed suck.

I have a feeling that Ray-Tard will go the way of the dinosaur, the purple one that is.  People will hold massive protests against her and make a catchy jingle about beating her to death with a spoonula.  She’ll stay around after this, of course, but it will be more quiet, more under wraps, and only the brain dead  will continue to watch her.  But thankfully her magazines, after having been burned in mass quantities; her TV shows (SHOWS, WHICH IMPLIES MORE THAN ONE!) will dwindle down to one that is shown in the wee hours of the morning;  she will eventually drop out of memory for most of the cognitively competent.

What I’d really like to see is for her husband to divorce her and write a tell-all book.  He’ll say she is addicted to crack and that is why she seemingly has no control over the volume of her voice.  And that she never eats her own cooking, she’s really addicted Krispy Kreme which would explain the man boobs.  I’d love it.

I don’t want Ray-Tard to be a gimmick for my blog.  I just wanted to share my thoughts on having heard that newspapers are writing about her.  I just want her to disappear.  Really.

Next blog will DEFINITELY be about the Christmas Spirit that is now pulsing through my veins!!

Out of boredom today I took an online personality test and found out that I am INFJ.  This apparently is supposed to explain why I am the way I am.  To me, it sounds more like that way I would like to be.  Perhaps I answered the questions dishonestly?  I really don’t think I did, but maybe I did.  I dunno.  Anyway, here’s me http://typelogic.com/infj.html.

This past Thursday at about 8 p.m. we had hurricane-like winds and lost power.  We didn’t get it back until Sunday at about 5 p.m.  It sucked since everything in this apartment is electric.  No hot water, no heat, and no way to cook.  Thank goodness we had a propane powered camping stove, and a fireplace, so we were able to survive    Most of the meat in our freezer went bad though.  Dammit. It was just a shitty weekend.  I’ll come back later with yuletide cheer.  For now, I’m still in a crabby mood.