I’m busy getting my house back in order (the Christmas tree is nearly gone … *sad face*) and I took advantage of my “alone” time to make another audio post. Dude and Jazz are hanging out with their cousins (hopefully they’re coming home soon. I’m not telling them what time to come home … they can make that decision on their own) and Kevin is outside taking down our outside lights. (It’s 60 degrees today, ya’ll! What?! This time of year?? Exactly).
Anyway. I hope these audio posts aren’t too annoying. I like doing them because they’re easy and fast and well … that about sums me up.
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.
This little guy has nothing to do with a turkey, but he's cute and who cares. We got a free turkey today.
Actually. We got our vouchers for a free turkey last week.
I went and picked up the CERTIFICATE today before I went into work.
Now. I get to cash that certificate in and get a free turkey from Price Cutter.
Why my company didn’t just give us the certificates to begin with and skip the voucher stage is beyond me.
I suppose they wanted to make us come up to the hospital so they could make a fuss over us. Which. Okay. But I was in a hurry to get to work and I felt sort of silly being made a fuss over, so I simply walked in, switched out my voucher for my certificate (silly, I know), and left with a smile and an “excuse me.”
It was a nice gesture, though. My company had some gifts displayed that you could buy along with food and even a Santa that you could have your picture taken with. (And to my complete surprise, a few of the people actually took advantage of that. Call me crazy, but watching grown women sitting on some “old” man’s lap seems a little pervish to me, but I’m a prude, so …)
I have no idea what we’re going to do with a turkey. I mean, we’ll EAT it, of course, but Kevin and I are already talking about different left over ideas for all of the turkey we’re sure to have left over. Sure. I have two teenage boys, but they’re not exactly vacuums in the food department – evidenced with their anorexic appearances. (Not eating disorders, just over-active metabolisms. They actually inherited that from me and Kevin. I know. It’s hard to believe I was EVER as skinny as a bean pole but yep, once upon a time … in the land before children …)
Kevin and Dude are hitting the town tomorrow. We need five gag gifts. We’re having Christmas at my folks’ house on Saturday and we have nothing to offer.
Other than our sparkling personalities, of course.
I’m looking forward to seeing what they come up with. They mentioned something about hitting the flea markets …
If you’re reading this and happen to be a member of my family … be afraid. Be very afraid.
Remember when I said that I thought someone was stealing our Netflix movies out of our mailbox? And remember when I told you about the package from Walmart that contained two very large pillows that was supposedly delivered to our front door but we somehow never got it? (I’d link to the article, but I’m too lazy).
Well. Leave it to my clever husband to do something about it. He set up a web cam, trained on our front porch, to catch any would-be thief who might be tempted to troll our house for potential Christmas presents.
I was seriously considering paying for a PO Box to have our mail routed to. But Kevin talked me off the ledge and set this up instead. I’m not exactly comforted by the fact that our packages sit on our porch all day long, but at least now we’ll get a look at anyone who might snatch them.
So beware, potential thieves, we’re watching you.
And we’re the sort of people who press charges.
Just sayin’.
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