Bah. Humbug.
Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Happy Birthday, Daisy Jane! Wishing you a wonderful year ahead.
My decorating pet peeve is people who leave the decorations up for months after the holidays. Really annoys me.
"...And I just know you're going to get those Halloween decorations out of the yaaard. I'm at Radio Shack, yeah. And they have all these new phones--and I NEED a new phone, isn't that the darnedest coincidence? Nokia, Motorola..."
I miss that commercial. Not Christmas season without that commercial.
I'm with omnis.
But I do like the tasteful, teeny white lights on other people's houses.
my ideal decor is tiny white lights, green boughs, red bows and the occasional pine cone. I have a feeling we won't have any this year.
This is So. Adorable.
I don't find the inflatable yard decoration thingies to be particularly Christian, pagan, Jewish, or any other religious group that might celebrate a winter holiday.
I truly don't want to start a fight here, and I realize I'm making the statement that I'm about to make from a perspective of having grown up Catholic in the heartland, but -- with every passing year, the holiday of "Christmas" seems to be less and less Christian. So I tend to not look at a big inflatable tree or Santa or reindeer or palm tree wrapped in tinfoil and associate it with the baby J.
How about a big inflatable baby Jesus?
Or maybe an inflatable Jesus whacking an inflatable Charles Darwin with a stick?
I wish I had a yard, because I could totally put up stuff to confuse my neighbors....
Happy birthday, Daisy! Your trip sounded like it was awesome. I love you being world traveler girl.
Eh, the big church next to the house I grew up in had a big inflatable baby Jesus. Actually a big plastic light-up manger scene.
And I'm having to try to teach my son that Christmas != The Grinch and The Grinch != Christmas. (When he says "I want Christmas" he means he wants to want TGWSC.) So we're at the store and I am pointing to non-grinchy things: "Look! Christmas stockings! Christmas bows! Christmas trees!"
Later, when there are a number of people around, he points and yells, "Christmas Ho's!"
You usually don't have to walk too far in my neighborhood to find Santa kneeling in a creche.