New Year’s Resolution January 6, 2005 ~ 1:38 pm
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In the year 2005 I resolve to: Have at least one orgasm per hour. |
Neither here nor there January 6, 2005 ~ 1:17 pm
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Christmas display, Dyker Heights, Brooklyn.
More of Christmas overboard for your Little Christmas above. There are roughly two blocks in Dyker Heights that are famous for their Christmas displays. Those two blocks are mansions, and the rich people inside (who are mostly Mafia) hire people to decorate their houses. What you can’t really see in the one above is that they had Santa Claus sitting in their front yard, handing out candy to the kids that would come past. Another yard featured life-size mannequins dressed up like characters from A Christmas Carol. Another had two carousels in it. Yet another had the theme “Christmas Around the World,” with mannequins dressed up as different nationalities. It’s nuts, but really fun. Some towns have parks that string lights up, we have Mafia. Welcome to Brooklyn!
I stayed home from work today because I’m having stomach problems again, as is another woman in my office. I’m worried that if I don’t keep my strength up, I’m going to be sick all winter, and I really don’t want that. Also, my eye tore this morning, so I’m doing the eyedrop routine again. I’m eventually gonna get my ass in gear and do laundry and hopefully finish Rick’s scarf today as well, because I got a kickass new knitting book called Stitch ‘n Bitch that has a bunch of cool patterns I want to try. It even has a hat you can knit with devil horns! I saw a hat like that a month ago when Lori and I were out shopping, but didn’t buy it because it didn’t cover my ears. Now you bet your ass that’s the next pattern I’m working on. If you want to check the book out, click on the link in the “About Me” section.
Speaking of knitting, I was watching M*A*S*H last night, and there was Hawkeye, knitting. That made me smile.
Oh, and on the list of “good thing I stayed home” reasons, Joe (black cat) walked by this morning with a crapcicle hanging out of his ass. Somehow he had swallowed tinsel or something and it had worked its way through. So I had to pluck the crapcicle out of his ass, because he was dragging a trail of cat shit around my house. As it was, I had to clean the carpet, some of the floor, and my backpack (I still don’t know how shit got on my backpack), but it would have been worse if he was dragging it around while I was gone. It probably would have been on the chairs, my bed, and the couch, too. Stoopid cat.
Things Your Kids Don’t Need for Christmas January 6, 2005 ~ 1:24 am
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Oddly phosphorescent light up nativity set, Dyker Heights, Brooklyn.
Happy Little Christmas to you all. Another picture of Christmas lights that would put Clark Griswold to shame coming up later.
Before I get to my post-Christmas rant, another conversation with Rick. I should keep a book of these…
(Rick has just explained that he cut his own hair with electric clippers and I might have to help even out the back of his head.)
Julie: You look like you backed into a weed whacker, don’t you?
Rick: No. The clippers are more like a lawn mower, if you don’t get a chunk of hair the first time, you just keep going over that part.
Julie: And end up with a bald spot? You realize this is going on the blog, don’t you?
Rick: Yeah.
Okay, today’s rant. I saw a kid on the subway today, couldn’t have been older than 10, with an iPod mini. Blue, like mine. What the hell is a 10-year-old doing with an iPod mini??? That is not the sort of gift you give a child. If they’re really lucky, and I’m talking really lucky, they get that as a going-to-college present. There’s no reason for a kid to have a freaking iPod. They’re just going to drop it and bust it. Hell, I’ve dropped mine and I’m 27. And I paid for the damn thing myself - I know just how much work went into the dollars behind that damn thing. A kid has no clue. Get them a freaking walkman instead.
Going along with this, the 9-year-old upstairs got a portable DVD player. Yeah, you read that right. A portable DVD player. Now granted, it was some “Teen Tech” brand or something, and it looked slightly more durable than one of those Sharper Image ones, but does any kid need their own portable DVD player? I don’t even have one for myself. A 9-year-old sure as hell doesn’t need that.
Lesson learned this Little Christmas: Just because your kid wants something doesn’t mean they should get it. I wanted shit when I was a kid that I didn’t get, it didn’t make me into a serial killer or anything. And when my mom got me electronics, she waited till I was old enough to take care of them. Hell, I still have the component stereo set she got me in high school. You know what kids need now? They need to learn about layaway, dammit. Remember layaway, where you basically went to KMart and put something in hock, paying a little of the price every week? That’s a lot better than just saying “Here.” Bring back the layaway!
And somewhere along the line, I’ve become that old woman who tells kids about walking uphill to school both ways, 10 miles, in the snow. I think it’s time to go to bed.
