Don’t Do This to Your Kids … It’s Really Not Funny

Hey man, I can take a joke. I can dish it, and I can take it. But honestly? I don’t think this video is very funny … at all.

I’ve never understood the America’s Funniest Videos concept – what’s so funny about people wracking themselves in the privates or getting hurt in any way? I’ve never seen the humor in it. Sure. The people in the videos made stupid, unwise choices, but how is watching them suffer (literally) the consequences even remotely funny?

I think that sort of humor crosses the line, if you want my opinion.

I mean. I think the above video would have been funnier if the kids were older. They would have UNDERSTOOD it was a joke from the very beginning. But these little kids? Aren’t emotionally mature enough – to them, the Christmas magic has been destroyed. And I’m betting they remember that “joke” for the rest of their lives. They may laugh about it later, but I’m betting they also look back on that time period with sadness …

The day Christmas morning lost a little bit of it’s magic.

What’s the point? Other than watching the kids crumble with disappointment? Where’s the humor in that? I think people who think this is funny are a bit warped, if you want my God’s honest opinion. I think it’s cruel. Adults? Sure. Have a laugh. Grade-school kids? No.

Sorry. I don’t mean to be all Scroogie on Christmas Eve, but I just don’t see the humor behind emotionally scarring kids for life.

Anyway …

I’m waiting on a bathroom to free up so that I can finish making myself presentable to the world. Then I’m going to run up to The Great American Cookie Company and pick up the Santa cookie I ordered for the boys to munch on tomorrow. Shh.

Then. We will all be heading out to Kevin’s folks’ house to spend the afternoon eating and playing games.

I have so much to share with you all. I still need to talk about last weekend with my family. My thoughts on some crazy political stuff. AND, I haven’t forgotten about the “mysterious” project we will be working on after Christmas is over.

As usual, I’ve been busy at work. I can’t even apologize anymore for not writing more – it’s the same tired argument. Just know when I’m absent from this blog? I’m working my ass off and too tired to talk about it later.

We didn’t have any doctors yesterday. I LOVE THOSE DAYS. It gives me a chance to get caught up. And I did. I got ALL my voicemails returned AND ALL my nurses’ flags taken care of. I rock, ya’ll. Course, I still have a pending stack about three inches deep … BUT STILL …

One of my co-workers is taking a few days off after Christmas and I’m going to try very hard to make sure all of her voicemails are caught up for her when she gets back. One, because it’s my job to help take up the slack when someone is gone and Two, I honestly want to help this girl because she is SUPER sweet and has bent over backwards to help me these past months.

I got a voicemail yesterday from a woman to tell me her husband had died. I had worked really hard to get several tests approved for him through his insurance company, but we were too late. It broke my heart and I cried. I had just talked to him the week before. He was such a nice guy. And now … he’s gone.

I think I might be too soft hearted for this job. I love it but UGH … it’s hard on the heart strings.

Jazz is out of the bathroom. I need to get going – I’m already running late.

I’ll write more later.