The most wonderful time of the year...

Everyone has holiday traditions, right? For me, it's the December edition of missung lyrics.



My favorite is Nat King Cole's "The Christmas Song"-
"And so, it's been said, many times, many ways
"Merry Christmas, screw you"


But there's also "Deck the Halls". Everybody knows the Fa la la la la part. But how many know the second verse? I'll bet I'm the only one that sings:
"See the blazing yule before us, fa la la la la, la la la la
Strike the harp and then Chuck Norris, fa la la la la, la la la la"

And there's the version of "Let It Snow" that a high school friend of mine liked until I sang it a few too many times in her presence.
"And since we've nowhere to go
You're a ho, you're a ho, you're a ho"

Anyway, whether traditional, unique, or just plain twisted, may you and yours have a great holiday season!

An amusing week...

So, last Friday was my last shift at my part time job. I'm doing well enough for myself now that I don't need it, which is a releif. It was also pretty funny, because the manager I worked with that night totally embarrassed a teenage couple that was loitering in front of our store, which made me laugh so hard I cried.

Then it was off to SoCal to spend my birthday with my parents. Had a great time, as was expected. I also hung out with some friends, including my ex. Turns out he has a new girlfriend, and I know her because they worked together when he and I were still together. My words of advice? "Don't fuck this one up." I wish him all the best. He deserves after putting up with me for all those years.

I picked up the Sumatran Rat Monkey from jail (otherwise known as the PetsHotel) on Wednesday. He's been tuckered out ever since. Who knew all day playtime could be so draining? He's so cute when he sleeps.

Seeing as it's Friday the 13th, I've been forcing myself to watch the movie series. At least the first four. New experiences are good for me, correct?

I must get it from somewhere...

I was reminiscing about 80's movies earlier today. Specifically, watching The Karate Kid in the theatre with my parents.

You all remember the triumph scene, right? Ralph Macchio crane kicks the hell out of William Zabka, winning the championship in the process. As good ole Ralph celebrates with Mr. Miyagi, poor William realizes that his evil dojo master is the losing horse after all, and with tears in his eyes, congratulates and hugs our Karate Kid.

And in the middle of this touching melodrama, my mother yells out (as if Ralph can hear her), "Kick him in the face!"

Similarly, last year after we watched Pan's Labyrinth she told us her favorite part of the movie was when the maid, who was actually working with the rebels, tells the Captain that his son will never even know his (the Captain's) name.

Which makes me wonder...how did my Mom get such amusing anger issues in dealing with fiction?