Merry Christmas, hope you enjoy it more than these kids:
Consider this a Christmas Card
call PETA
Christmas Eve. Smile. Your dog, too.
The Manger really ties together all Christmas decor, reminding us that through all the tinsel, red and green orbs, and flashing lights, Jesus is at the center of the Holiday.
Bacon + Manger = Banger? (with a hard "j" sound)
Here, at the Meativity Scene, though, a bacon-wrapped cocktail weenie is at the center of the Holiday. No wonder it always gets stolen from town centers!
TWO days left ’til Christmas. What new seasonal images will I come up with for tomorrow’s post? Check and see!
My dad used to wear a string of about 20 holiday lights around his neck. It was powered by a D battery kept in his pocket along with his bubba teeth – another gag I’m glad he only brought out sparingly. When I was younger, I thought it was lame, but now I think the lights were pretty cool, especially compared to this:
The Mistletoe Headband
The Mistletoe Headband: Better known as, how to become the most avoided person at your next holiday party. This headband should also come with a sign to wear around your neck reading, “I’m desperate to hook up.”
4 days until a bearded stranger descends through your chimney and sneaks into your living room with a sackful of gifts. He might take some cookies that you leave out on the table, too. If that’s not enough to creep you out, here’s this gem I reaped from the Internet:
Holly Jolly
And the bacon I told you about… It’s not quite ready, check back tomorrow. Happee Hollidaze, Humans.
To commemorate Christmas, I will be hosting a countdown, right here. For the next five days be good boys and girls and check back here for some humorous holiday pics.
A very thrifty Christmas
This picture is enrapturing: It shows that all you need around the holidays is a sense of humor. You don’t need a lot of lights, your neighbor does. You just have to be creative.
More to come tomorrow… Do I smell bacon?
I am glad that the Saints won the bowl. And it makes anyone even happier for Mardi Gras because New Orleans deserves all the good economy it can get. I love it! Although I have never given up anything for lent (I’m not starting now) one of my favorite things to do is exercise my self control. Even though it is exercising self control for something I could never believe in, I still enjoy people bettering themselves and personal motivation. Whatever you might give up, I’ve seen friends give up pop, chocolate, other unmentionables and their favorite foods, good luck with that! I’m going to enjoy things in moderation, but also enjoy them!
My only real personal story relating to Mardi Gras goes back to eighth grade, first year of french class. My best friend at the time, Robin, and I were one of many groups who had to bake a King’s Cake. The King’s Cake has a tiny plastic baby in it (I know, woahhh) and whomever gets the small plastic infant in their bite of cake, they are the King for the day. Our cake involved a lot of frosting dye (purple, green and yellow of course) and it was a kind of cinnamon role deliciousness cake. I kind of wish I had some now.
Now this holiday has a lot of religious celebrations and is originally a religious holiday. I am not sorry that religion has never been a part of my life, and my only story typically revolves around food. I don’t mean any disrespect here, I just only know the cake side. And since I’ve never traveled to New Orleans (which I would one day for Mardi Gras) and am now only 21, I’ve never had the uncontrollable drunken experience of Mardi Gras. I’m sure some readers out there have.
Any good Mardi Gras stories out there to share? Lets hear them, please!
This just in!
Write On!
Special thanks to Lauren Fitzgerald for taking and sending this picture, via cellphone, from NYC!
Some quotes that I heard this holiday season….
“Why do you have so much alcohol in the house?” “I like to drink.” (My dad to my cousin)
“What’s a Hannah Montana?” (My grandfather)
“What is that? E-mail on your cell phone? i just use mine for phone calls. I don’t do that text messaging. Is that what it’s called? The whole thing is too much for me.” (My grandfather again, he will appear a lot in this section)
“Yeah, it’s nice to see everyone again…I definitely need a drink though.” (My brother)
“Should we just order chinese or is that too cliche? Jews ordering Chinese on Christmas?” (My brother)
Back in the days of the Ithacan’t, “Quotes” was one of the most popular segments of the stapled neon newsletter. After an exciting holiday season, I’m here to bring you the quotes of the holidays…
“This truly is amazing.” – My uncle to my father, over Skype.
“America is the land of opportunity! Not Germany.” – My grandmother, in reaction to the news that my sister would be moving to Germany so her husband can get his Ph. D.
“Gram can go get it.” – Myself, after patiently helping Gram down the stairs on the way out to the car, when my father realized she had forgotten something upstairs.
“You’re still playing Bejewled?!” – My sister, several times during the break.
“Don’t mind if I do!” – My brother-in-law, in response to whether he wants another beer or not.
