Category: Rant Stuff

Putting Christ in Christmas

This keeps weighing on me and I finally have to say something. This phrase, the internet memes, the signs, the biting blogs – they make my heart sink, though likely not for the reasons you may think.

I don’t know about you, but Christ IS in our Christmas. He’s also in our Thanksgiving, our Easter, our Sundays, and every other day of the week. He’s in there because we put Him in there. You see, other people can’t put Christ in our Christmas. You can’t put Him in mine and I can’t put Him in yours. And you know how to ensure that He’s NOT in Christmas?

  • By yelling at people who say Happy Holidays (come on, people, it’s a pleasant greeting, accept that someone took time to wish you something nice and move on).
  • By posting nasty, judgmental memes (seriously, do you feel like that shows the love of Christianity?)
  • By acting trite.

If you want to put Christ back in Christmas, thank people for wishing you well. Donate your time to feeding, clothing, and housing the poor. Counsel those struggling with their faith. Bring a hot meal to someone in need. Read your Bible. Observe Advent. Read Matthew (or any of the rest of the Gospel. Or the New Testament. Or the prophesies in the OT.). Pray. Speak your true testimony to someone that needs to hear it. Forgive the people you haven’t forgiven yet. Extend mercy to the person who cut you off by not hanging out the window yelling. Love others that you deem unworthy of love. Call Social Services and ask if you can sponsor a foster family for Christmas. Examine your heart to see where it is hardened.

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Camp Time!

Do y’all remember last year when we took The Oldest One to camp? I had just started this new fashion venture, right, and I put together this fabulous outfit that I thought looked awesome. Looking back, I’m not sure if my fashion sense has evolved, or if fashion in general has, but I wore this:


You can read about it by clicking here; this outfit decision nearly cost my my life, in the middle of one of the worst heat waves to hit in decades.

So, we are going back, bringing The Oldest One back yet again this year. I dressed differently this year; a lot different.

I paired a half-sleeve, navy and white striped shirt from Love Culture that set me back a mere $7, with mint green shorts from J. Crew ($8, thank you very much, warehouse sale), and mint sandals from Call it Spring, and apparent branch off of Aldo. FYI, I don’t get paid or free stuff for this because I, 1. Am not that important, 2. No one knows me, and 3. Lemme know if you know how to get people to do that, because I would totally be into that. I will wear your donated clothes. And I won’t even go back on sabbatical.

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Gee thanks.

So I stopped called The Little One “The Little Jerk” because I didn’t want people to think I actually think kids are jerks, let alone my own kid.

This morning’s experience convinces me to perhaps rethink that, though. This morning, as I was getting out of the shower, she came into the bathroom and stood there pointing at me and SCREAMING “EWWWW!” no less than 10 times.

I may have stooped to her level when I hollered “IT’S YOUR FAULT I LOOK LIKE THIS!” before evacuating her from the bathroom.

Luckily she had no idea what I was saying. And she had no room to talk, either; with her freshly washed hair before bed and the scowl on her face, she looked just like Nick Nolte’s mugshot.

Today’s thought of the day? May the rest of you bear children that aren’t horrified at the sight of you.

The News

If you read WSLS, you may have noticed that they constantly misspell words. When I say “misspell words”, I mean huge errors that are so obvious it’s actually offensive. I’m not talking about ending a sentence with a preposition (hell, I do that!), I’m talking about blatant errors that make it painfully obvious that no one bothered to even skim it.

And you know, I’m ok with stories that are sent from an iPhone or other smart device because it is breaking news and needs to get up. What I am not ok with is obvious errors in stories that are neither breaking news nor really even something someone needs to read in the next hour or so. For example:

This is their EDITED version!

NO! The errant apostrophe; one of my most hated mistakes.The original headline said it’s, so I kindly let them know. They changed it on the front page, but neglected to in the entire rest of the article. And if you notice, they didn’t spell the name of the restaurant correctly, either. It’s not Horizons, it’s Horizon. Then, another, just as horrifying one:

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The World is Going to Hell, Part 2

I hate the Kardashians, y’all. They are everything that is wrong with today. And Today, actually. If you hadn’t read, the Today show chose to ignore the moment of silence this morning to instead show Fame Whore Queen Mama Kardashian. Talking about what? I haven’t a clue, I refuse to watch the video. I actually refuse to watch any of their shows.

There is plenty of other trash I watch, don’t get me wrong. I’m just particularly disgusted by this one, and most especially the “mother”. I actually think I find it more offensive than Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, or, as I like to call it, The Anna Nicole Show: The Prequel.

Click here to deaden your faith in humanity and watch it, if you’d like.

20120911-190620.jpg This is my best drawing of Kardashian evil. Look, I never said I was an artist.

Wait, what?!

Knowing my love for the shithole Newark Airport, Hubbin directed my attention to this frigging beauty:

Newark Airport Avatar Named Ava Is ‘Hired’ As New Customer Service Rep

NEWARK, N.J. (AP) — Passengers at New Jersey’s Newark Liberty International Airport will always get a smile from this customer service representative. Just don’t ask her to carry luggage.

That’s because she’s an avatar.

The Port Authority on Friday will unveil the computerized, hologram-like image named “Ava” in the international arrivals area in Terminal B. She’s programmed to answer passengers’ most frequently-asked questions.

The Port Authority is spending $180,000 to place the high-tech help at Newark, Kennedy and LaGuardia airports.

I am both disgusted and not at ALL surprised that Newark cannot find a SINGLE PERSON to smile at people. It isn’t at all surprising to me, or likely anyone else that has flown through the Armpit of America that the people of Newark are SO lacking in happiness that they have to BUILD A ROBOT just to smile at people.

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