Funny Friday

A new twist. Formal Friday is now Funny Friday. Enjoy...


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Thirsty Thursday Thread

Thirsty Thursday will now be more like a weekly reader. I know you all are going to be at your daily grind on Friday and you will need something to take your mind away to the weekend. These are a few links I feel are fun or important. Take your time, have fun, and let the weekend begin in style. (you just click on the blue link and each one will take you to a new place!!)

• Congress: Stop Media Consolidation
• Join Wexler’s Call for Cheney Impeachment Hearings
• The truth about sex education and abstinence only programs and the funding of such programs
• SAHM beware of the trend: You don’t work…
• Are women the equivalent of dogs?
• Because all you need is a trophy wife.
• Rape: does it really exist in a relationship? Shouldn’t you be the one to decide?
• I like my girls curvy.
• We don’t tip over because our butts get bigger.
• Can comedy come in forms where women aren’t kill joys?

Wordless Wednesday: Catchen' up

It's a bird, It's a plane, NOOOOO, It's Alec Claus

Musical Monday: RIP Dan Fogelberg

A special thanks to my mom and dad for giving me the opportunity to listen to great music.

Santa Dilemma

Yes it is Christmas time again, the time I loathe. It would make it tradition by locking myself far away in a place where no one can find me, BUT it is also time for my birthday. I guess that is cause enough for celebration.

I know you are saying, “Well if you hate Christmas, then why are you writing about it?” See, I have this small child who doesn’t share my disgust with the holiday yet. I’m not really writing about Christmas per say, but the idea of some of the traditions our culture practices. I have been struggling the last few week about the idea of Santa Claus. I can’t stand the idea of leading my child on to believe in something so fake and stupid.

From the moment I was able to understand that there was a fat man that made his way down my chimney every Christmas Eve, ate my cookies, left me presents, and then flew away on his shinny nosed reindeer I didn’t believe it was true. Yet, my parents kept insisting that there was this idiot of a man that would waste all his time and money on stupid little kids only behaving during this time of the year to insure they got their name put on the nice list instead of the naughty. Needless to say, when I found out he didn’t exist, my heart shattered. I locked myself in a little lie saying “oh, Santa is the Christmas spirit.” Well its rubbish. People don’t know the concept of Christmas spirit anymore. I was almost run over in the Target parking lot a few days ago, walking with Alec in my arms in the rain. The guy honked at me and flipped me off. I spit on his window and told him that he was a moron, and if he dare hit me or my child with his car, I would kill him. Yeah…that’s real Christmassy.

OK, I digressed. My dilemma is how I am going to NOT tell my son that Santa exists. Oh, you heard right. I am not going to perpetuate that lie. I want a foundation of nothing but utter trust and honesty with my son. It has to start with me, and there will be no fantasy creatures running around my house. We already have a ghost to deal with, and that’s enough. Everyone tells him, “oh you are a good boy; Santa will be proud, bla bla bla…” I can’t stand it. I know that his dad wants him to believe, but I just can’t do it.

My dad claims that he never led me to believe, but he never made me think anything otherwise. This is why I am standing by the fact that I need to tell him. I don’t think that this year is the year to worry too much about it. He is more fascinated with the pretty lights and tree than anything. My mom seems to think that I’ll ruin his childhood innocence. I just say BOLOGNA to that. He can be just as excited about opening presents as the next kid. He can learn about giving from me, and I will be teaching him more about it showing him giving all year round.

I won’t get into my Santa issues and theories, but if you would like to hear them sometime let me know. I have a slew of them at hand. I just can’t stand people living in this fantasy world anymore. It’s time they wake up and realize what the hell they really are celebrating in the first place.

Happy Holidays to all.

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