Every time I go in the kitchen to get something to eat, BuddhaBubba comes and sits at my feet and stares up at me with those eyes… oh, those eyes… which are clearly saying that she can’t understand how I can eat something and not share it with a poor starving dog like her. Carm sits under the dining room table and peers out mournfully. Every bite tastes like dust in my mouth if I don’t share it with them. So to keep them from getting chubby, I guess I’ll have to limit my kitchen time… or maybe just sneak
Happy Holidays to all
May all the world’s children enjoy the love, security and happiness that this child does every day of his life.
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In the spirit of the Christmas season
Let’s just arm all our teachers with automatic assault rifles and body armor. The kids will eventually get used to be taught by someone who looks like a figure from a video game. And we can always hope that none of the teachers will ever go nuts and turn the assault rifle on their class…
Yep, nothing says Christmas like bullets and guns. It’s what the Baby Jesus would have asked for had those darn Magi not already had those stupid gifts with them.
Dear Santa
I realize that asking you to bring brains to our US Congress is asking too much but maybe you could at least bring them a modicum of common sense and a little shame at their total inefficiency.
I will never make this mistake again
Apparently I rolled over in bed last night and in doing so, rolled over on Carm’s Santa toy, also known as his obsession. I know this because I awoke to what I thought was a strange buzzing in my ear. As I came to, I realized it was a soft growling. Carm was standing on me and staring at the spot where Santa had once laid but now my belly was firmly ensconced. Since I couldn’t feel Santa under my belly, I couldn’t figure out why Carm was acting in a way that made me fear he had lost his
Today is the first official day of winter
Which leads me to wonder what winter holds since our autumn contained a lot of minus degree temps. Of course, as we used to say in Barrow, once it hits forty below, any lower simply doesn’t really matter. It’s officially cold.
It’s hard to find the Christmas joy this season
I’ve been staring at a blank page for about thirty minutes. It’s supposed to contain a happy holiday column but somehow the happiness eludes me. For starts, I realize that simply using the term “Happy Holidays” is fraught with danger. Despite the fact that for many of us it represents a cheerful greeting to friends of all persuasions, to others it apparently represents some sort of war on their religion.
Given that the radio station my birds listen to all day has been playing nothing but Christmas music since the day after Thanksgiving, I’d suggest that those folks not waste
Why?
Why are there no Hannukah TV specials? Surely, given their 5000 year history, the Jewish tradition must have some decent stories to share.
It’s here
The week of tv reruns and old Christmas specials. The week when my tv goes on only for Chelsea Lately and Letterman. The rest of the time, I’d rather be reading.
In the spirit of the season
In the spirit of the Christmas season, celebrating the birth of a man who proclaimed loving everyone and doing unto them as they would do unto you, the pope has once again declared gay people anathema and their desire to express their love and commitment an abomination. But all you pedophiles out there… the church not only loves you, it will ordain you and hide you from the law. Because pedophilia is apparently a lesser abomination than homosexuality.
OMG – Alice, we’ve fallen through the looking glass again!