Merry Christmas! Warning: this post is not for the weak of stomach

Merry Christmas everyone! Mike and I got back from Asheville yesterday after two days of festive fun with A&A. They are doing great, and Amy looks glowing and gorgeous. We had a nice Christmas, with gifts, treats, and a delicious turkey (free range no less!). There was even a little skiff of snow on the ground on Boxing Day, which I didn't think I would be seeing this year. Sadly, the end to Mike's weekend was an ugly one. He wokeup on Monday complaining of a stomach ache. We natrually thought it was thanks to one to many Christmas cookies. Uh, no. I'm pretty sure it was some type of food poisening, but gah, that boy had one hell of a ride home.
It started as soon as we hit the Interstate, crusing along at 120 km. I've never seen anyone hurl out of a car before (other than myself), and wasn't aware of the, er, mess it would make. The poor boy tells me to pull over, and I told him there was an exit in a mere mile, and could he not hold it? Ah yeah, can you tell I don't puke often? And yes, I feel reaaaally bad. So he rolls down the window and I can see him heaving from the corner of my eye. I'm just cringing away, petal to the metal, but by the time we hit the exit, he's done. I pull over, and being fairly horrified by the sight of vomit, am only stealing quick glances at the sight of my husband and my car. It wasn't pretty. Mike had last night's meal in his hair, coating his sweater, and it was completely covering the back window. This got me gagging, but luckily, no repeat of breakfast for me.
We hit a gas station and washed the car off with the squeegee (mmm, lucky person who used it next) and hit the road again. The next time I was requested to pull over, I did toute suite! When we hit the next stretch of Interstate I suggested he use my leftover Starbucks cup, which he only had to once.
Poor Mike has been laid out since we got home, and has barely eaten a thing, but he seems to be improving. So yeah, it was the worst four hour drive ever, but we're home and happy to be here. The offending food item is still a mystery, as we all ate the same thing.

Anyways, I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and we missed you!

Merry Christmas!

I can't believe it's December 23 today. I dunno, it doesn't feel like Christmas this year, despite my efforts to get into the holiday spirit. Not to say I'm all bah humbug this year, but it's so weird not to be home with family and friends, it feels more like late February or something, and somehow I managed to skip Christmas altogether. Anyways, we're off to Asheville tommorow morning to spend Christmas with A&A. I'm so happy we have someone to spend Christmas with so it won't seem so lonely. Jeez, I'm sounding all woe is me here, but I'm really looking forward to a nice Christmas dinner with good friends.
Next year I guarantee we'll be in good ol' K-town, it will have been far too long. Oh! I did recieve a few Christmas cards in the mail today, which I can't tell you how much I appreciated. It was great to have something other than bills.
So I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas! We miss and love you!

Cafe Intermezzo

Well Mike and I had a lovely evening! My dear sis sent us to Cafe Intermezzo for our Christmas gift this year, and it was divine. Basically it's a European style cafe with the most amazing desserts evah! I had the tastiest cappicino, complete with rum, some oranage liquor flavoring, and whipped cream. For an appy we enjoyed some baked brie (drool), and dinner was an Oriental salada and pasta. The piece de resistance was the cheesecake for dessert. Mike had and almond roca cheesecake, and I had a dutch apple cheesecake. Oh God, it was like heaven. So rich and smooth, nothing but melt in your mouth deliciousness. Mmmmmm.

We then decided (ok, I decided) we would listen to Christmas tunes and check out the Christmas lights on West Paces Ferry Rd, which is mansion central. A little dissapointing (I guess it must cost a mint to heat those behemoths so lights are out this year), but it was fun nonetheless. A nice little holiday evening, and it was even cold enough for me to wear my wool coat which makes it feel a little more like Christmas.

Oh, and we took our Christmas family portrait. Hah, it's basically us trying to hold down the cats long enough for the camera to snap in front of our Christmas tree. The best one still looks like all three cats are ready to bolt, but we'll send it out tommorow anyways. I'm sending one to my folks, and am wondering if my Dad will notice that in between the two usual felines is a tiny one smooshed in. Hee.

Dancing the Night Away

Yay, I finally went dancing on Saturday night! I hadn't been since good ol' Flashbacks, so I was dying to bust a move (hah). The boys were heading to a hockey game on Sat, so the girls decided that a night out was in order. We went to the Clermont Lounge, which was an absolute blast. It's a weird sort of dance club/strip club hybrid, and very fun! The music was fab, and it wasn't a snooty pretentious atmosphere, so good times were had by all. Afterwards we made our way to the Majestic, an all night greasy spoon, and waited forever to get in (yep, they even had a bouncer) and even longer to get our food. It was no Bon's, but delectible none the less, and if there was any more cheese on my hashbrowns I might have had a mini heartattack. The next day I felt totally craptastic, but nothing yet another greasy breakfast couldn't solve. Definitly a night o' fun that must be repeated.

Lazy Ass

Gah, I am such a lazy ass these days. Between the plethora of message boards that I post or lurk on, and the equally lazy snuggling plethora of cats that live here, it's a miracle if I can get off the couch more than a couple times a day (this of course if for the sole purpose of retrieving more eggnog). I can't even blame it on the weather since it's sunny here most of the time (not today however). So far I've managed to keep my belt loop on the "summer setting", but if I don't get my butt to the gym the winter loop isn't far off. This is not good since the winter is much shorter here and I won't have my five months of pants and sweaters to ease back into exercising and eating healthy. Okay, enough blathering on about it... I'm going to the gym.. bah.

Oh, I forgot to mention that we have taught Luna how to fetch! It provides me with hours of entertainment, and other than the eggnog is totally worth getting up for.

Luna

We named the new fur baby Luna. She is so beyond adorable I can hardly stand it sometimes. I almost want to eat her up she's so cute. Hee. We've had some issues with the resident cats, but she's getting into the routine so all is well. I still haven't told my parents if you can believe it. Gah, you would think at 28 I might stop caring what they think, but no. I still quake at their dissaproval, and you can bet I'll get an earful when they hear we got another cat. I'm also sure the fact that we have three cats and no children will also come up. Believe me, I heard it enough times in Germany, accompanied with my Dad requesting a grandson before he's too old to play with him. Hi, thanks for the guilt trip. No, I know he's just joking, but most of what people joke about is the truth.

We had our cocktail party on Saturday, and it was a success. Unfortunatly I filled up on eggnog so I didn't get quite as trashed as I had originally hoped, but you wouldn't know considering how crap I felt on Sunday. I can't believe how soon Christmas is coming. I'm super bummed that we're not coming home, but Adam and Amy's will be fun. Next year for sure, I swear I'm booking my flight home in January so there's no way we won't be there.

Meow!

Yay! We have a new fur baby! We're not positive on the name but we're thinking Shatzi, which means little darling or little treasure in German. She is soooo effing adorable. So far she's locked in the bedroom and is probably the friendliest little cat ever. She snuggles, purrs, and meows constantly, so cute! Love her! The other cats? Not so much. Well, Clovis was super aggressive towards Roxy last night and pretty much banished Roxy to the kitchen. Poor Rox, she had this persectued look on her face for the whole day. So sad. Today they seem to be buddies again, but the fact that the bedroom door is closed seems to have been forgotten. Roxy is curious and every once in a while a little paw shoots out under the door and scares the crap out of Roxy. Hah, all this fuss over a tiny little cat.

I'm Torn

Gah. I don't know what to do about getting a new kitty. On one hand, it would be so fun and nice for a new little bundle of fur to join our happy family. On the other, we can't really afford it. But then again, maybe if I curb the clothes shopping for a few months it won't matter. Ugh. I don't know what to do. I hate being on a fixed budget, I really do. I feel like we're back in first year college where I feel total buyer's remorse over every little purchase, even if it's a necessary. So we actually have an appointment to see this cutie pie kitty named Elsa, here she is:

Is she not fricking adorable?? Wahhhh! I love her already! She and Roxy would be like little book ends, so cute! Apparently she loves other kitties and enjoys being held. What more could I ask for in a cat? So do we go and see her (and obviously get her) or cancel and let someone else take her home? Why can't someone make all my decisions for me?? Someone tell me what to do! (In other words sis, what do I do? since she's the only one who I think looks at my blog. Hah)