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JamesTheDark

Smearing the Yule
Monday, December 25, 2006

Another X-Mas come, another X-Mas gone, without much to say.

Oh, wait, I have quite a bit:

My brother, who'd moved out-of-province earlier this year, came back for the 'festivities'. I have to say, it was a bit of a trip seeing him again. Of course, he couldn't exactly bunk down in his old room; about a week after he left, our mother painted it pink, and three days later, a friend of her's moved into it. He's been staying with the grandparents.

My father, a long-haul trucker, also managed to appear at home, although a scant day and a half before Christmas Eve. He and I have been crossing paths fairly often the last few months. Hell, before the Yule, I'm fairly sure I hadn't seen him in more than a month and a half. So, it was a fine thing to see him again.

While the presents weren't the most mind-blowing, we upheld the fairly recent family tradition of the Christmas Morning Blasting.

I know that look you're giving me. Christmas Morning Blasting, you ask? What in the holy hell is that, you ask? Why would you be blasting things on Christmas, you ask?

Well, in answer to the first, the Christmas Morning Blasting is when everybody willing in the family grabs up our shotguns, boldly goes into the back field, and we blow the ever-livin' hell out of a bunch of clay pidgeons. Dad did the flinging, whilst my brother, his room-usurper (a nice lady, if a bit of a foul-mouthed lush), and I blasted away. My mother didn't attend, which is just as well for us: She's absolutely lethal with her single-shot. She'd not leave so much as a single one for us to smoke.
Everybody dusted at least one, even the newbie, despite today being the first time in her life she'd ever held a gun, let alone fired it at a target transitioning through three dimensions. Not bad, I must say.

Well, that's about all she wrote about the Yule, and I did smear it with great lethargy and listlessness, and in the end, blasted it with a 12-gage. Oh, what fun.

What? Expecting more? Heh.






Stop reading. It's getting kinda creepy.






Go read some slash fanfiction or something...

COMMENTS

Thursday, December 28, 2006 8:56 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Dang...certainly had more excitement than I did, JTD. Mostly had to chauffer and physically haul my elderly uncle around. Still, good times had by all;D

BEB

Wednesday, December 27, 2006 2:35 PM

RADARRESE


James, I'm all into the blasting of clay pidgeons! Sounds like fun -- providing that you live in some sort of country atmosphere and not smack-dab in the middle of the city or town!

Personally, I'd have to clean off the old Browning and join you, but that does sound like a rather good idea. Not a wise idea to leave a weapon that incredible sitting under the bed collecting dust-bunnies!

Thanks for the shout-out and weapon-cleaning idea!

Happy New Year to you, as well!

Wednesday, December 27, 2006 11:59 AM

RMMC


I look at it as a disclaimer: "no actual pidgeons were harmed in the making of our Yuletime merry." Or something. :) Glad you had a nice holiday!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006 4:47 AM

MSG


Hey I personally believe Alien vs Predator is a valentines movie so you just make merry however you want sweety!!! big HUGS and much love :)


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