DAMN, that was a good Christmas!

Despite my constant complaining that Christmases of late haven't felt at all like Christmas (and it might be very true), I had one truly great Christmas

We did our traditional Ukrainian Christmas thing over in Detroit with my dad's side of the family. Same old routine. But the sense of humor of my baba always surprises the hell out of me. She was trying to call Ukraine with this new service (when she usually uses this Penny Talk thing, I guess) and it wasn't working. At first it just wouldn't ring, but every call she made got her a busy signal. She kept mumbling things under her breath and then laughs. I ask her what's wrong? She laughs again and says, "It's the Sputnik. The damn Russians and their Sputnik *somethingsomethinginUkrainian* The Sputnik is busy. I can't call my sister because the Sputnik is busy. Russian Sputnik...pain in the ass."

I love my grandmother. So. Damn. Much.

The borscht was amazing. It always is. I mean, I love this holiday for food reasons alone. I look forward to it every year Pierogies, borscht, vushkas, mushroom gravy...the fun just don't stop.

I'm bringing at least some of it back up to State with me.

The down part of the trip was seeing my grandfather in the state that he's in. His quality of life is so low. It was the first Christmas that he didn't eat with us because he was too weak. It was kinda tough, but such is life.

Dinner on Christmas day yielded a conversation about what we would do if zombies attacked. My mother said she put too much garlic under the skin of the turkey, but she said the vampire would stay away, so that's was a positive. Then my dad asked, "What do we do if the zombies attack, though?" And we, as a family, began to discuss the various ways we would beat back the zombies with whatever was on the table.

And then I watched Friday Night Lights until the wee hours of the morning because I have all three seasons of it now.

Yay. Yay. Yay

In other news, I have screwed up my back. It's the damn bed I've been sleeping on. Pain. So much pain.

And that's all I have for today. I hope everyone had at least a decent Christmas. I'm very excited for New Years. I hope the weather isn't ridiculous like it always is on the 31st. That would make driving places very unpleasant and, in some cases, damn near impossible

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. Enjoy post-Christmas shopping!