I’m going to be a bit scarce over the holidays. It’s kind of impossible to take some time off when you are the sole operator of a website, but I really need some time to curl up with Christmas movies and eat some Christmas cookies and give myself a break. I’ll still be around in the background and I’ll post from time to time. But I kind of need a reality TV break and won’t be recapping much if at all until 2016. Hopefully, Xanadude will be available to recap Vanderpump Rules. Maybe he will even be enticed to write something else up for us. But I am frazzled and need to stop living my life around the idiot box. Don’t get me wrong. I’m addicted. But I’ve been back in crazyland for a bit and I need to take care of myself and try to venture out into the world and do some Christmasy stuff. Less Internet and TV and more Christmas memories. At least that is the plan. We will see if I can go without recapping RHOA on Sunday. LOL. But I plan to be STRONG LIKE BULL. I love Christmas and I want to do all the Christmasy stuff that I can for a week or two or three. I hope you will stick around, read some archives and check back for occaisional posts because you know I can’t quit you. xo.
So in the spirit of Christmas, my dear friend ZOEMONSTER drives me crazy all day long with links to everything in the world, and I love her for it. She better not stop while I am trying to remember what not blogging 24/7 feels like. Today she sent me a story from one of my favorite online authors who happens to be her husband. She’s a very lucky woman and I am lucky she puts up with my crabby self. I wanted to share it with you all.
Christmas came with many other presents. It’s when Mama made potato rolls and added pineapple juice to the iced tea. She made fruit cake from graham cracker crumbs that doesn’t have to be cooked. And there were candles and tinsel that we called icicles and carefully removed each strand and put it away for next year. At night, when the living room was dark, I’d squint my eyes to make the Christmas tree lights even more magical. Now I don’t have to squint for things to be blurry.
My Mama also made Christmas punch as we call it at my house. I’m a grownup now so I sometimes make it in the summer, just because I can. To make it yourself, make a batch of very strong tea. Way stronger than however you normally make it. Add a cup or two of sugar. (I know, but it’s Christmas) Add a big can of Dole’s Pineapple juice (I hate the bottom of the can so I never shake it and stop pouring when it is no longer clear and then try straining) and a goodly amount of lemon juice. Slice oranges and lemons into rounds and throw it all in a gallon jar. At least that is how mama did it. I still don’t have a good gallon jar with a screw on lid. Mama also made divinity. It’s a southern white confection that I have no idea how to make. It’s a lot of trouble and mam burned out many a mixer making hers. Mama pretty much never said bad words, but she was very ill-tempered when making divinity and it was best to make yourself scarce. She would hide it because it was for when the family came over for Christmas Eve when daddy would read the Christmas Story, the real one from the Bible and all the kids would gather around to listen. Daddy often just kept on reading past the birth of baby Jesus and eventually, I would shout out, “AMEM!” to make it stop. I was sort of the problem child.
Anyway. Make sure you take some time away from all the ratchet shows this holiday. I’m sorry I forgot Hanukah this year. I usually would do a post but time flies in crazytown. Whatever holiday you celebrate, or if you don’t celebrate at all, I’d love to hear your stories in comments.
I’ll be doing some self-reflection in order to make more progress in 2016 with the crazy this year. I’m not giving up on me yet. And I love you all. Even the morons, idiots, Brandi fans (especially you Pura), cunt satchels, dickheads, THOT mongers and yes, even the window lickers.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.