Thursday, December 26, 2002
Wheeee, it's over~~~And I am feeling sooooo good. I still kind of waddle when I walk 'cause I feel stuffed to the gills with food, but eventually I'm sure I'll walk without toppling over. Almost everything I got for Christmas fits and is just dandy, and that is always a good feeling, too. I'm just not into the mushy, Norman Rockwell Christmas scene, and I'd bet the citizenry is pretty much evenly divided on those who go all out and are absolutely ga-ga with love and sentiment........and then there's people like me.Oh, I guess the whole hysteria is bearable -- but doggone it, like anything else in America it's so freakin' overdone. It's like.....24/7 cornball television re-runs, and really, what's up with that? Thank goodness for cable TV. But alas, it's not over till the fat lady sings, and that means "Auld Lang Syne" next week. New Year's Eve. Ack!! Then back to "normal"? Jeesh I hope so.
posted by Lorraine 1:45 PM
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Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Did you Know?~~~~ In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King, the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it. Now you know where that came from. Would I lie?I know. I'm getting desparate.....using another re-run from the Old Blogs Box. Jeesh, I am pathetic (exits to melancholy dirge)
posted by Lorraine 10:45 AM
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Monday, December 23, 2002
Just hanging around~~~the homestead waiting for the race to begin. It's too early for my particular pre-holiday adventures to commence. Like mother, like daughter, we have both bumped into the dreamscape of "Ah, plenty of time yet" mode. And speaking of time..........I have been shopping with her and trust me, it is not an easy job. She is usually in her own little world in the stores and drifts thru the departments like a gentle (but slow) breeze. Time is meaningless to her, whether she is fondling a soft sweater or flipping thru a rack of music CDs. Everything that can, and is, sold by a merchant in the mall gets her undivided attention, whether she wants the item or not. All this looking, fondling, touching, picking up and intently scrutinizing everything takes an inordinate amount of time.
I don't go shopping with her anymore.
posted by Lorraine 9:06 AM
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Sunday, December 22, 2002
Ho-Ho-Ho~~and a very Merry Bah Humbug to you all. Been thinking about that wreath, such a nice idea, really. But how are we going to know just how many sites have it hanging on their page? Do we just imagine? Guess? See, this is what I mean, what a lot of Bah Humbuggery.Anyway, holiday brain drain has set in so I decided just to use a blog re-run today --- I've been wondering about some things. Especially this Santa Claus situation. Every year, the same thing, guys dressed up in red and white suits and sitting in stores and malls all over the country, ho-ho-ho-ing and scaring a lot of little kids. They materialize at the same time every year, then on December 26th, they disappear. Is this their entire career path? This is very worrisome, where do they go the rest of the year?
posted by Lorraine 6:55 AM
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