Santa brought me a pony after 25 years of asking for one. He brought 3 of them actually. I got a 3-pack of re-released original My Little Ponies, which are now safely set up on the bookshelf where the ferret can’t steal them. Chaucer got me a copy of Die Hard 2 to go with the original that Eddie had bought a couple of weeks ago, and I got The Pillars of the Earth from Pickle. Eddie got me some toys, the King’s Quest Collection, and a copy of Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal (terrifically funny from what I’ve read so far), some Hello Kitty notepaper, and I got a bunch of clothes from other folks.

Everyone liked the snowflakes and angels that I’d crocheted, and breakfast at Dad’s was painless. The animals enjoyed their toys; Pickle has already hidden one of the jingly balls Eddie got her, and Chaucer spent about 5 minutes licking the catnip mouse he was given.

Christmas wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. My sister surprised me by deciding that she was completely sick and tired of the whole bullshit between me and Dad, so she called him up, told him she was bringing me over whether he liked the idea or not, and told me we were leaving to go to Dad’s because he was expecting us over there. So I put some clothes on and told Eddie to put shoes on and we went over there for about 45 minutes and had a nice visit and exchanged phone numbers.

I also ended up getting a few new sets of comfy weekend clothes and some jammies, some bigass slippers that look like turtles, a glass paperweight (with a tiny turtle inside), and a new sewing machine (woot! An instruction manual that doesn’t start with “Dear Homemaker!”). Eddie’s parents and Nanny pitched in and bought us a new microwave to replace the one that I’ve had since my days at URI. Eddie got a bunch of Star Wars/M&M M-Pire figures and a Darth Tator and some assorted doo-dads that I can’t remember offhand. We brought Pickle over to Mom’s, and she enjoyed a fun-filled day of playing in the hallway the entire time. Even the fuzzy got a present - 20ft of dryer exhaust tube to climb through. We had it wrapped around the TV, but it wasn’t steady, isn’t sturdy, and it was making an assload of noise so we pulled it out and wrapped it around the coffee table.

Unfortunately, Eddie had to go to work tonight to move all the Christmas shit out of his department. He’ll be back sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Poor guy, he’s been up since about 7am and probably won’t get in until about 4am.

I’ve been up since about 10am. It was nice to sleep late after being up at 4am, which is especially good because I’ve got to drive Eddie in for 5am tomorrow and Thursday as well. I was having some very weird dreams involving my high school boyfriend, dreams in which we had a long discussion on what sex was like between us, and how he came this close to getting me off one day. Out of all my exes, he’s my favorite, and probably the only one I could actually meet up with for drinks and get a good laugh out of our past, whereas all the others I’d probably end up wanting to hit with a beer bottle.

Tomorrow I start the next course: Theraputic Response III. Those of you who read frequently might notice that I haven’t had TR-I or TR-II yet, but due to the fact that there’s 3 classes with different graduation dates being taught between only 2 teachers, and the last class to come in hasn’t had 2 of their required courses to move forward yet, my group (5 of us) is being put with the 1st group (4 people) to do TR-III while the other group (5 or 6 people) goes and finishes their classes, and from there I assume that everything will get all fucked up until someone pulls their head out of their ass long enough to see the need for a third teacher for the pharm.tech courses, especially since there’s going to be some more students starting in January (I think), who are going to need to take their 4 required courses.

I really need to clean off my desk today. The soda bottles are encroaching on the keyboard’s territory. I also plan on finishing up the left-over BBQ pulled-pork that we had for dinner on Sunday night, because it’s in the kitchen just calling to me. I was going to buy some presents for Eddie today, but I think we’ll hold off until after Christmas, because nothing he gets from his wishlist will get here in time, and I can’t think of anything to buy him locally. I do need to shower, because my hair has decided to whirl itself into some completely fucked up style.

Received as a comment on my “Why I’m Childfree” page:

hello how are you i ‘m a french boy and i looking you on you site i fink you are a beautiful and very sexy girl and i want to see you “nude” for fantasme excuse me for my english

Also of note is that I only received 1 French hit today, and that was from someone searching google.fr for “teeties”.

My site got a redesign this morning, since I was too awake to go back to sleep after dropping Eddie off at work. I’m pleased with the results, although I do need to put the Google ads back into the layout.

The doctor’s appointment wasn’t too bad. I was told that my cholesterol is slightly high, but she believes that most of that is due to genetics than anything else, and gave me some suggestions for vitamins that should lower it a bit. She’s made a note that both high cholesterol and diabetes run in the family and did a blood sugar test, which turned out perfectly fine. She also strongly believes that my puffy foot is due to the heat and not anything more serious.

There’s just 13 more days until our 3rd anniversary. It seems like just yesterday he was proposing to me over the net, and now here we are 4 years later. I want an elliptical machine for a present. Eddie wants a newer computer.