For the last two days I’ve wakened with the very lovely song, Hallelujah, on the tip of my tongue. It’s been a nice little mantra to spend the day with. However, my mind has obviously had enough of that for I woke up with this phrase: “I suck teh blue lemons!”
… WTH …
Well, it’s Wednesday and I haven’t done a meme in a few days. Where’s Snape? He ought to do some of these. Maybe I scared him off. Ah well, here we are with the Thanksgiving Edition of What the Hell Wednesday:
1. This Thursday is Thanksgiving. Tell us something you are not looking forward to.
Pumpkin pie. Well, hmm, hubby says we’re not having any since the pumpkin pie will be at work. Cool. So I guess, technically, this means I’m NOT not looking forward to anything.
2. What is the one thing you are most thankful for this year?
The flawed master. Logospilgrim. Cindy. Marlene. Sam. Mom’s visit. The internet. Muscle Relaxants and Anti-Anxiety Medication. First Call for Help (Spokane). Jack and Jim (brothers). Richard (husband).
Oh. Did you say one thing?
3. Most families get together for the holidays. Are your family gatherings on the pleasant side or do they tend to be more drama filled?
My family likes phone calls and cards for holidays.
4. The President has decided not to call his tree a Christmas tree, but instead is calling it a Holiday tree. Do you think this is a good idea, just plain stupid or you could care less either way?
It’s stupid and I could care less.
5. Are you going shopping on Black Friday and if so are you insane?
Amazon.com. Nifty little place on the internet? You ought to try it. No crowds.
6. What is up with Santa and his Hos?
What?
7. Do you have any favorite holiday traditions?
Not anymore.
8. I am afraid my 2 year old will attack the Christmas tree this year (she has “oooo shiney” syndrome). What do you suggest I do to keep her from destroying the tree and running off with all the ornaments?
Give her a long garland of gold, silver, or even red or green. My mother just didn’t decorate the lower half of the tree for about 8 years.
9. What is the worst gift you have ever received?
How about criticism I receive (almost every year) after giving my little brother, Jack, a ten cent dinosaur for Christmas. This was over 40 years ago. Lesson learned: don’t give crappy, cheap gifts to little kids. Even if you’re a little kid who really thought it was a cool idea until Christmas Eve when he opened it.
10. Do [you] think Santa Claus is creepy?
Nope. We have a really nifty fellow here at Riverfront Mall who has a REAL beard.
11. How do you celebrate New Years Eve?
By sleeping.
12. Do you believe in re-gifting (aka giving someone else a present you got but don’t like)?
That is tacky and rude. Especially if you know you’ve been a re-giftee.
13. Are you one of those people who save the bows and undamaged gift wrap off of the opened gifts?
I like to decorate my dogs.
Happy Thanksgiving, ya’ll!
I may be overweight, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like beautiful clothing so I indulge myself. One of my favorite shops is Holy Clothing. Today I was wearing the dress to the left as hubby and I went to the theatre. A small boy, ice cream in hand and dripping down his chin, came up behind me, and asked, in a rather timid voice, “Are you Mrs. Professor Snape? Why is your husband so mean to Harry?”
I had intended to just say no to the boy, and retreat, hastily, but there was a bit of a crowd, mostly mothers, who were staring at me and expecting me to answer, and to be nice about it.
My hubby was over at the theatre purchasing the tickets, and I was stuck. So, here is the little conversation we had (more or less):
“Professor Snape does seem to be a bit of a grump in Potions class, doesn’t he?”
The little boy nodded his head and took a lick of the ice cream while simultaneously wiping his face with his sleeve.
“Well, he’s like that because Potions is a very dangerous class and he doesn’t want any of his students hurt. He’s a bit harder on Harry, because Professor Snape knows that Harry is a very intelligent, powerful young wizard.”
“Yeah. He is. Okay. Thanks!” He then ran over to his mother, repeated the conversation to her, while smiling brightly, and then mashed his sticky face against her wool coat.
At least it wasn’t my dress.
And, yes, that IS my dress, but I don’t think I’m going to take a photo of myself in it, since I don’t care to show my face to the world. If you look hard enough on my blog, though, you might find a photo. Maybe.
What a nice and weird day.
Oh yeah… we went to see The Fourth Kind and although it had some neat scares, I don’t believe. I also don’t think the “real” footage was real as it appeared too contrived and polished.
I am seeking a question.
