Happy Hump Day
Wait a minute. This is supposed to be my last Hump Day post before Christmas. That means...oh my gosh! Christmas is a week away!!!!
I'm not ready. I having more shopping to do, and wrapping, and planning Christmas dinner for the whole family.
I should have known it was coming. There are signs everywhere. Even in my own house.
In my living room.
In my family room.
Over the fireplace.
But how did it get here so quickly?
Okay, tell you what. How about if I just share a couple of my favorite bits of Christmas funnies.
On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, Significant Other in a consenting adult, monogamous relationship gave to me:
a.. TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,
b.. ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note)
c. TEN melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal ruling class system leaping
d. NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression
e. EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products from enslaved Bovine-Americans
f. SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands
g. SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,
h. FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration.
NOTE: after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid further Animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has been revised.
i. FOUR hours of recorded whale songs
j. THREE deconstructionist poets
k. TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses, and
l. ONE Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.
Number eight has always been my favorite.
(Bovine-Americans...hee hee hee).
And here they are...those fabulous Silent Monks.
I love that video every Christmas.
I wouldn't forget your "aw".
I know we see lots of cute pics of sleeping pups, but this little one is definitely somebody's furbaby.
It got me.
Not only is this an "on the run" post - it will be one of two this week.
Come back by on Friday for my post in DL Hammons'...
Okay. Was that enough to get you over the hump? I hope so.
Are you ready for Christmas?
A Happy and Blessed Hanukkah to my Jewish friends.
Quote for Today:
I love the Christmas-tide, and yet,
I notice this, each year I live;
I always like the gifts I get,
But how I love the gifts I give!
~Carolyn Wells
I notice this, each year I live;
I always like the gifts I get,
But how I love the gifts I give!
~Carolyn Wells











