Can Seamus take a breath yet? Whew. This past holiday season was probably the toughest of my life. Yep, harder than that Christmas I spent splitting firewood on my grandmother's potato farm in the dead of an Irish winter. At least I got some exercise that time. First off, Christmas meant the bloody Christmas pageant at school. Which meant even more costumes to make and more parent participation. Like I said before, I'm wiling to do it, but c'mon. I'm starting to feel like I go to school there myself. And then the kids had two weeks off. And it was bitter cold, too cold to go out and play, so I was stuck with the little rascals all day, every day. Although admittedly I did get quite good at Wii bowling. Oh and relatives from both sides of the family came through Seamus' hood. Irish are, well, Irish, and the Greeks brought gallons of Ouzo. The result was not pretty, my friends. I'm still cleaning tzatziki stains from the carpet. It was like "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" as written by James Joyce. But you know what? Looking back at it all I just laugh. It's done, I made it, and I'm the better Seamus for it. We bitch and moan about family but when it comes down to it, they're all we have in this crazy world. So do yourselves a favor and run a background check on a distant family member. You might find out more about them or even find people from your family that you didn't even know about. Oh yeah--wanna drop those holiday pounds? Check out Whole Life Sciences.