Austin's Lesbo BBQ

It's almost here....and then it'll be over.

The second half of that is what I'm waiting for.

I've decided that I'm only spending two days this Christmas with Dad and Stepmother...I can justify this by telling myself that I've spent PLENTY of time with them in the past 4 months to satisfy any family obligations for the year.

Plus...my father never asked me what I thought I might want/need this year...I actually don't care if I get anything. I'm really past the Christmas attitude where I expect to get something significant and awesome...I mean, it's not like the gifts I give are all that great, but I try to put a little bit of thought into it.

But, what this really means is...not that I will get nothing for Christmas, but rather that Dad's probably taken it upon himself to decide what it is that I need...

Hmmm....now that I think about it, this actually makes Christmas a little more exciting! I can play the "This is the daughter Dad wants you to be..." game inside my head! I have a feeling I'll probably get a significant amount of clothes (which I can exchange...) and a replacement earbud headset for the one that my dad's stupid dog chewed up last time I was home (I don't think this should be a gift...but, maybe I'll be able to listen to da IPod again when I'm out and about)...

...so, whatev. I've already bought myself a Christmas present...I went all out and ordered myself Simpsons Season 6 and 7..they came in the mail yesterday and my newest hobby is watching all the episodes in Spanish...a whole new world has been opened up! Although, the Bumblebee Man parts really loose their humor...

But...I'm just pushing on...I'm incredibly ready to get out of town (and Houston doesn't count)...and then, after the New Year, I can look forward to having a possible new job...the school district send me an invitation to attend one of their substitute teacher orientations. Of course, this would still be far from full-time employment...real employment, that is...but, my God, this is looking far more appealing than pizza/remodeling business right now.

I'd be nice to have a job that let's my injuries heal...and, hey, maybe even refrains from inflicting them on me in the first place! I know that's a lot to ask for from an employer...but, I figure it's worth a shot.

...so, that's it. As for more positive news, my be-fri gave me a popcorn tin present...and I've found that it's quite enjoyable to throw piece of popcorn at Cat B's head and watch her freak (she also loves to eat the stuff...and pretty much anything I throw at her...she's a goddamn garbage disposal!)...

And I was at the bar last night and was witness to one of the most disturbing "Slutty Christmas" outfits I've ever seen...it was pretty horrific from behind, but to make it even worse, when I caught a glimpse of her face...she was old enough to be my mother...at least...

SO...when I thought the velvet, red, sparkly lace-up teddy outfit was as bad as it could get...she bent down over the pool table to make that ever-so-pesky bank-shot...and flashed (oh..not JUST me...the ENTIRE bar) her matching red THONG...

The petrified look on my face was so obvious, that I think I actually caught the attention of her pool-playing buddies...the sad thing is, it's going to take a while to get her out of my head....and to stop shuttering...