Christmas Penguins
I shopped until I died yesterday. Well, not really died but I was tired and fell asleep in my recliner with Mabel and Duff lying on my lap. I dreamed that I was in jail with Sarcastro. I have no idea why that sometimes I dream about bloggers.
This year is a lean, mean Christmas but I’ve gotten into the spirit to a degree. No, there isn’t any big ticket items. People are getting small gifts that I tried to put some meaning into. I’m a gifty person. I like seeing people’s faces when they open their presents. I’m weird.
Because I had the crud a couple of weeks ago, I missed several of the annual Christmas parties I go to each year. Tomorrow night, I will attend the Christmas party for disadvantaged kids in the area that we held a benefit for in October. It tends to be one of my favorite things every year. I’m hoping some of the folks who helped with the Santa Chicken fund raising will attend the party because they will see kids have a great time.
I think the best part for me is that it’s not about me. Blogs tend to be navel gazing anyhow (or at least this one is) but it’s important to take a step outside of our own brains to see the world around us. Or at least I have to do that or I get too introspective and concentrate too much on things that are entirely, inescapably too self-serving.
Now on to more important things.
How in the hell did they get these penguins in outfits? Enquiring minds want to know.
Image Credit: Reuters
I fell asleep on the sofa last week and dreamed of Mabel. No lie.
I tweeted it but I think you missed it that day.
Photoshop, my darling.
Or lengthy negotiations.
Kisses and Fresca to you.
And then this is the part where I make a horribly inappropriate “prison rape” joke.
yeah, i like seeing people open presents as well. most especially when it is something totally and completely random. you are not weird. well, no more than i am, anyway. (dang, ok, we are weird)
wish i could have been in hoots for the stables party today. i am sad i missed it.
please tell ms. sherri for me
[...] true. But I still can’t help but be frustrated and sad that I couldn’t do much, and what Newscoma wrote the other day about her own Christmas pretty much hit the nail on the head for me too when it comes to Christmas: This year is a lean, [...]