I Suppose It's Obligatory To Post.........

So, a few months ago I was expecting there to be nothing at all to this Christmas.
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My dad and brother were away in Iraq and were not going to be home until January. This meant that I would be doing nothing, there would be no real family stuff, and it would be cool b/c I knew that all I would be getting would be a new Carhartt hoodie and some sleep pants, so no need to do anything anyway.

Well, my dad and brother got home last week. So at one point there was to be a bit more hoopla (such as an extra helping of chicken & dressing). But then my grandmother got really worse and my grandad wasn't up to snuff either. And, my dad's family stuff got pushed to New Year's Eve. So, Christmas was probably just going to be a couple of days at home....now watching DVDs (b/c I kinda helped my mom pick out DVDs for my brother and she got me some too).

Well, Saturday (Christmas Eve) my grandmother died. She was in bad shape and it was going to happen at any time. So, now my mom and dad were in and out Saturday night trying to arrange things and just do stuff in between the constant barrage of people bringing food and wanting to visit for a few minutes.

(Oh, and don't comment with an 'I'm sorry' post, b/c everything's cool. Really....she's better off, we're all fine with it, nothing's dramatic and out of place here. I will say that I saw her Friday afternoon for the last time. That was kind of freaky b/c she couldn't talk and didn't really respond. And, I felt kind of bad b/c I sorta wanted to hit on the Hospice Nurse.)

So Sunday my brother felt compelled to wake me up at freaking 7:30am to open our presents. Mind you.....I wasn't going to say a damn word about presents and sleep in b/c I didn't think it was appropriate. But nooooo.....he's got to open them. And, btw......he did NOT give me that Lyra.

But he DID, however, announce that he is getting married. He gave her the ring Friday. .........Wonderful. Now, for the next 40 years I get to hear the good old adage "So, when are YOU getting married?"

So I'm not looking for sympathy here, but it's the oddest thing: My Christmas (though I'm alone and self-loathing anyway) has been spent almost in solitude, yet with people constantfuckingly stopping by and calling on the phone; And chaotic with all of my mom doing the funeral planning......yet boring as heck.

Now, normally I would have called one of you to go do something.....but it's freaking Christmas. I know, that at least 3 of you are going to say "You should have called me," but NO, you don't mean that.......at least not on Christmas.

You were too busy watching 'LOST' or reading your 'College Sports Encyclopedia' or.....or........OK, maybe there's only 2 of you.....but you know who you are (and you have the same names.......weird).

I wanted a cold beer and a pack of cigarettes.

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So that's my story. I love Jesus, he's my Lord and Saviour and this is his birthday. But if things keep up like this..........

I fucking hate Christmas.