I love Christmas. I love Christmas in a “What do you mean, it’s over-decorated?? I can still see white space!” kind of way. My sweetie-pie dearly-beloved honey bunches of oats snugglybunny hunnie hubby seems to take this as a personal insult.
I knew he didn’t want to decorate the tree, as he’d already helped me decorate his mom’s tree early in the day, and had worked at his office’s Santa party that afternoon - so I decorated the tree without him. When he got home and saw it decorated, he got upset. He said “I was going to help you!”, although I explained several times that I was fine, and I knew he didn’t want to help anyway. I think he thought I was angry that he didn’t want to help, so he kept trying to assure me that he would have helped.
Seriously. Babe. It’s okay. I LIKE decorating the tree! I won’t be upset if you don’t WANT to help.
I still detest the glurgy crap that’s on the radio now, though. Just because I happen to love Christmas doesn’t mean I want to listen to that crap 24-7.
I gotta point out I’m with you on this one. I love many members of my family in India, and I haven’t seen them since I was 18, or 1993. And it has nothing to do with work, I just don’t have the money to go to India.
The next person who starts up the dancing, singing Frosty “Oh, that’s so cute! Look at him shake his butt!” the Snowman in the office will find Frosty officially nesting in their anal region for the entire month of January.
(I admit it, I did this on Friday a few times, but we had just put him out - NOW it’s getting annoying…).
Oh really. Exact same thing here. At Thanksgiving:
Grandma: Oohh, Nicole! What happened to your figure?
Me: Erunhgh?
Grandma: Your stomach used to be flatter, didn’t it? Here, have this ginormous slice of carrot cake.
Me: Bye.
oh and also at Thanksgiving:
Aunt: Nicole, you look amazing. You lost weight, huh? Have some pie, you need a break from whatever crazy diet you must be on.
Me: Hangs self from light fixture.
There’s lots here in Central FL. One by my home in Ormond and 2 near work in Daytona Beach. I pass by 2 more driving to my parent’s home in DeLand ( about 25 minutes from work)
If you think about it for a minute, you’ll realize that there are two categories of Christmas songs–secular and religious. The ones that we hear all the time these days (as mentioned in the first paragraph) are all secular, with no mention of Jesus or God or anything that could offend someone of Another Religion. The ones in the second paragraph are very religious, with lots of references to Jesus and the Bible store, etc.
I know that in the long run, it really probably doesn’t make a difference in terms of Christians vs non-Christians, but the stores are hyping BUYING, not worship.
This is also related to my biggest minor gripe–Why do radio stations insist on playing joke Christmas songs over and over and over again? The station I normally listen to in the car has gotten fixated on a really bad parody called “Ding Fries are Done”, to the point that I have stopped listening to them and put a nice, traditional Christmas music CD on instead. However, I don’t get the traffic and weather updates that way…
Why not harvest humans to stick in the blender of life to feed others?Hey…this could solve a whole bunch of hunger/overcrowding* problems… Solyent Green…full of vitamins and calcium. Don’t mind the gizzard.
Poor widdle trees.
*Overcrowding is a reduncancy. Just thought I would point that out.
Kiminy, I can’t speak for Neidhart’s stance on the issue, but I wouldn’t have such a gripe about store Christmas songs if they played good versions of secular songs. But no, they have to crank out the same Top 40 pop-offal five times an hour. Plus, I have to listen to it eight hours a day, so it sort of wears on the nerves. Sears, for the love of all that is good and decent, break out the old 45’s. Please?
Oh, no. We had some really good Eggnog at my school’s Christmas get-together. Eggnog, Kahlua, bourbon and Cool Whip. Damn good stuff.
And the sperm of Satan isn’t mayonnaise, but that fake shit, Miracle Whip.
Mayo’s good, Miracle Whip’s just nasty. To the bowels of Hell with it!
No, it isn’t. Miracle Whip is like mayonnaise that has been left in the fridge for about 6 months past its expiration date. I know this from experience.
And it has nothing to do with work, I just don’t have the money to go to India.