tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240135442024-03-13T11:04:52.745-04:00International___Day"No party is any fun unless seasoned with folly." ~Desiderius ErasmusHyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-1151436607281623662013-07-05T00:01:00.000-04:002013-07-01T12:17:46.059-04:00July 5 - International Don't Drink Pee Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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That's right, you heard me. DON'T DRINK PEE.<br />
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You would think that this would be a no brainer; that, of course, we don't drink the pee!<br />
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And yet, some people DO drink pee, because they believe that it has miraculous healing powers. They argue that everything the body makes is sterile, and that ancient, unspecified cultures drank pee.<br />
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To which I reply: I LAUGH IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION! Dude, that is so gross! Sterile or no, there is not a single argument you could produce that would get me to drink pee, mine or someone else's, although drinking your own pee is marginally less fantastically disgusting than drinking someone else's.<br />
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But I digress.<br />
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DON'T DRINK THE PEE! I have to go wash my hands now.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-1151501733253055622013-07-04T00:06:00.000-04:002013-07-01T12:17:28.350-04:00July 4 - International Take A Penny, Leave A Penny Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In North America there are probably ten million stores with these little courtesy trays, and if each has a dime's worth of pennies in them, that's a million dollars in free money set out for our convenience every day. And everyone has had their purchases rung up to the tune of $12.95, or $5.46 and dipped into the tray rather than get all that dumb change to haul around, right?<br />
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Today we balance that karmic debt in one bold stroke. Take a moment to round up all the household stray pennies you never find cost-effective to collect (between seat cushions on couches and chairs are best, also they seem to like to congregate around the washer and dryer). And in every store you enter today, look for the tray and drop a few pennies back into public circulation. You may jinlge all morning, but your shakras will thank you for it.</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-1151487747496665652013-07-03T00:03:00.000-04:002013-07-01T12:17:12.499-04:00July 3 - International Um... Ya Know Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well.... um... ya know, it's that, um... day, ya know to um, just speak, ya know- normal.<br />
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Happy International Um... Ya Know Day!<br />
<em>The day it is ok to put "um" or "ya know" in place of a natural pause.</em></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-1151435903949796062013-07-02T00:01:00.000-04:002013-07-01T12:16:51.657-04:00July 2 - International Blogocile Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1666/1600/dunce.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1666/320/dunce.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>This, simply put, is the one day when you can let the world know just how little you know about blogging. Like, say, certain bloggers (huh? who? me?) who can take the simple exercise of creating an International Day and turning it into stinkin' rocket science? Like a blogger that cannot seem to follow a link to this site. Or a blogger that finds it suddenly difficult to understand the e-mails that, while simply stated and quite easy for most to read, become a senseless jumble of words. Like a blogger that tries to sign in to a blog that said blogger was very flattered to have been invited to join, only to spend most of the time annoying those very folks that issued the inept blogger the invite.</div>
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And, in other cases, like the blogger that has a hard time figuring out things such as code, links, and RSS feeds.<br />
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Blink.<br />
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I am a blogging imbecile. A blogocile, if you will. And I am an insult to the blogging community. Hug me.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-1151583285025313752013-07-01T00:01:00.000-04:002013-07-01T12:16:30.360-04:00July 1 - International Say it, don't spray it day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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C'mon people speak clearly and don't spit when you talk. Is that too much to ask?<br />
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And if you're on the receiving end don't just ignore it but let them know- Say it, don't spray it.</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-19999779745709518862011-12-24T00:12:00.000-05:002011-12-22T17:24:47.274-05:00Christmas Quote #12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe8T1gbsMZmSVqjxBri-SXFKmJOWps3HHYBNeQg3hYnElVUwnJr1S9-aicGoKuLd7LM8mwCkmMFA7qSAABuO7Jr06e-bx9OFw14ZvUDDbnHmNn_ieTv8hsYSOUbCh_BKRnGdsMw/s1600-h/Christmashush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe8T1gbsMZmSVqjxBri-SXFKmJOWps3HHYBNeQg3hYnElVUwnJr1S9-aicGoKuLd7LM8mwCkmMFA7qSAABuO7Jr06e-bx9OFw14ZvUDDbnHmNn_ieTv8hsYSOUbCh_BKRnGdsMw/s400/Christmashush.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ~Norman Vincent Peale</span></div></blockquote>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-23942474278039578092011-12-23T00:11:00.000-05:002011-12-22T17:23:23.509-05:00Christmas Quote #11<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvwV-4u5tarKJTlNssmfipGY155K2Y-ZSxbzL9M5STuPRh1EsKwy36erKxy9rEDwWIgK6jN6ZZKHXGiI5HxPH92ZQ44BCzR4oFRCQVXWwzTqx0RoHOLjwIfAYXw3fRb0d8KTedA/s1600-h/christmasangels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvwV-4u5tarKJTlNssmfipGY155K2Y-ZSxbzL9M5STuPRh1EsKwy36erKxy9rEDwWIgK6jN6ZZKHXGiI5HxPH92ZQ44BCzR4oFRCQVXWwzTqx0RoHOLjwIfAYXw3fRb0d8KTedA/s400/christmasangels.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: large;">"We hear the beating of wings over Bethlehem and a light that is not of the sun or of the stars shines in the midnight sky. Let the beauty of the story take away all narrowness, all thought of formal creeds. Let it be remembered as a story that has happened again and again, to men of many different races, that has been expressed through many religions, that has been called by many different names. Time and space and language lay no limitations upon human brotherhood." ~<i>New York Times</i>, 25 December 1937</span></blockquote>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-15884475196598578642011-12-22T00:10:00.000-05:002011-12-22T17:22:35.112-05:00Christmas Quote #10<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbBVv9mAyeW726qxFOthgL-e4U2EClQChTYeJzbyZy2C6sScaJa-laMevXWAbx_l65-wTdh83p7Wp9QNvGIXWpY0-gIfA4gFuwNC7XfCyFSEFpLeUXKTURV9hQVN7A_dR6mSlTQ/s1600-h/calvin1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbBVv9mAyeW726qxFOthgL-e4U2EClQChTYeJzbyZy2C6sScaJa-laMevXWAbx_l65-wTdh83p7Wp9QNvGIXWpY0-gIfA4gFuwNC7XfCyFSEFpLeUXKTURV9hQVN7A_dR6mSlTQ/s320/calvin1.gif" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Dad, I'd like to have a little talk...As the wage earner here, its your responsibility to show some consumer confidence and start buying things that will get the economy going and create profits and employment. Here's a list of some big-ticket items I'd like for Christmas. I hope I can trust you to do whats right for our country." </span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Hobbes</b>: "This article says that many people find christmas the most stressful time of year."<br />
<b>Calvin</b>: "I believe it. This season sure fills *me* with stress."<br />
<b>Hobbes</b>: "Really? How come?"<br />
<b>Calvin</b>: " I <i>hate</i> being good..." </span><br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">“The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live." </span> ~George Carlin</span></blockquote>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-40910894015018186832011-12-21T00:00:00.000-05:002011-12-20T09:06:09.803-05:00Advent - Day 9<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILSX85EfO1CK7OVRr46ZaMXrV3jDdsXH_2KhEKB0h5p9vTgscvfF5whOt_xtC4xM0644Q9H0swAmL-jXmiCztoD1OS3K5dQ7-UrF57lIitm04APls4lCwUN9Tb9C_U6zm_XdELA/s1600-h/xmasspirit.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILSX85EfO1CK7OVRr46ZaMXrV3jDdsXH_2KhEKB0h5p9vTgscvfF5whOt_xtC4xM0644Q9H0swAmL-jXmiCztoD1OS3K5dQ7-UrF57lIitm04APls4lCwUN9Tb9C_U6zm_XdELA/s400/xmasspirit.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;">Advent - Day 9<br />
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"Regaining the Christmas Spirit"</span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" face="arial">Recently a reader wrote in and asked,</div><div class="MsoNormal" face="arial"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></div><blockquote><b>I have lost touch with that exhilarating zing I used to feel with each approaching holiday, each change of seasons.</b><br />
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<b>Now I experience life as a never-ending but sometimes-changing to-do list, and that's sad.</b><br />
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<b>I need to change that.</b><br />
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<b>Any suggestions?</b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;">For many of us that is all too true. For a myriad of reasons, we find ourselves not “into” the Christmas spirit. It is not where we want to be. We want to enjoy the season, the music, the treats, and yes even the shopping. More importantly, we know how blessed we are, and how grateful we should feel and being alive, living in a free country, and with so much bounty around us. But for whatever reason we cannot seem to connect.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;">Hyperion understands, and he is here to help. Below I have some ideas to help bring you into the Christmas spirit. They are guaranteed to put a twinkle in your eye and a ho-ho in your heart. (Or something like that.)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;">I know this sounds hokey, but you would be surprised how much fun it can be. Spending the time finding the songs from your past you used to love and then burning the CD will already put you in the Christmas spirit, and then listening to your mix CD on the way to work or even at work will clinch the deal. In fact, I bet your co-workers will all want you to make them a Christmas Mix CD too!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Give Gifts Unexpectedly</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;">Buy a few inexpensive gifts—we’re talking very cheap here, just little things—and wrap them up and keep them in your trunk. Then, over the next 10 days, look for opportunities to give the presents to people who might really need them. Maybe it’s a favorite teller at the bank or clerk at the grocery store whom you always go to, or someone at the library or post office. It can be for no reason at all other than to make that person’s day. Give these small gifts away to people who would never normally be on your gift list, and see how you give them a boost, and how much it helps you. Sometimes gift giving can seem like an obligation, but these gifts are bought not knowing who they will go to, only that you have faith that the opportunity will arise to make someone’s day. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;">One time my dad was in a warehouse store looking for something and he accidentally dropped twenty dollars in one of the boxes. He called up the store that night and gave the clerk specific instructions where to go look. The man took the phone with him (it was a huge warehouse), and was unable to hide his annoyance at having to perform this task when he wanted to go home. Finally, my dad managed to direct the man to the right box. “Look inside.” My dad said. The clerk replied there was a twenty-dollar bill. “Merry Christmas.” My dad said.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" face="arial">Suddenly the entire exchange was completely different for the clerk. What had been the capper to a bad day became a great way to start his holiday. You just know that he told that story to everyone, and even better: the next time a customer needed extra help I bet he was more attentive. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" face="arial">You don’t need to drop twenty dollar bills into boxes. Even dollar store figurines (Hyperion’s favorite little gift to give) wrapped up in little boxes can totally make someone’s day, even their Christmas. Remember: they are getting a gift from someone they never expected to, and it truly is the thought that counts.</div><div class="MsoNormal" face="arial"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;">I hope these ideas help. If you have any of your own please feel free to share them in the comments, as we all try to get into the Christmas spirit. </div>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-17652452486151825012011-12-20T00:08:00.000-05:002011-12-20T09:04:58.060-05:00The 12 Quotes of Christmas - #8<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQQsFvfAaMwHPZiA8-hY5H4NX60vpadjjMhsAzzT8dcwh2Eh3umps-5oCN-QnYUYM0krDcTvV2IGbiIAlU-LRLtd0JNpKFqwbQuVUMS3HW-owj8dQ4dQg7mLM0BSiDzuohnz5Cg/s1600-h/HomerExplains.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282219619335483986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQQsFvfAaMwHPZiA8-hY5H4NX60vpadjjMhsAzzT8dcwh2Eh3umps-5oCN-QnYUYM0krDcTvV2IGbiIAlU-LRLtd0JNpKFqwbQuVUMS3HW-owj8dQ4dQg7mLM0BSiDzuohnz5Cg/s400/HomerExplains.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 113px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 150px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Let's just say that on this day, a million years ago, a dude was born who most of us think was magic. But others don't, and that's cool. But we're probably right. Amen." </span>- Homer Simpson</span>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-30538580880474394052011-12-20T00:00:00.000-05:002011-12-20T09:04:38.914-05:00Advent - Day 8<div></div><div></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"Merry Non-Denominational End-of-the-Year Gala (not that we're into that sort of thing) to You and Yours, or not Yours (both choices are equally valid)"</span></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">One trend that has come up recently is the push to take "Christmas" out of the holiday greetings, and the backlash from people who don't like it. We hear at International Day have looked into the matter and are comfortable declaring both sides ninnies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">First, to the people who are trying to take every last vestige of Christmas out of culture, get a life. People will always "decorate" their world with what's important to them, whether that means rock and roll bumper stickers, tean-beat posters, or, yes, Christmas decorations. Do they go too far? Sometimes, but only because of the tacky-factor. I concede you don't want government promoting religion, but a Nativity is hardly proselytizing at sword point. Rather, it is a reflection of that community, and as long as equal time was made for other traditions of community members (like Jews and Muslims), well, it seems like that would be a happy compromise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">More important that inane court fights, when someone wishes you a Merry Christmas, they are virtually never trying to </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">A) make you be a Christian</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">B) Put down your religion</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Christmas in America rarely has much to do with God anyway. Yes, they share a name, but it has become a hybrid affair, full of a melange of traditions. Ask any 1st grader what Christmas celebrates and they're likely to tell you it's the birth of Santa. When someone wishes you a "Merry Christmas," they are usually only trying to be nice. Try to take it in that spirit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And now, to the other side: to you who celebrate Christmas....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Pull your heads out of your....stockings, and try to realize that the world is bigger than your tiny limited experience. Some people don't celebrate Christmas. Why would they do that? Well, they could be Jewish or Muslim or any of a host of other religions. They could have had bad experiences growing up, or nor tradition whatsoever, and just aren't into it. They could have had a family member die close to Christmas, and for them the time is now a painful experience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The point: there are a thousand valid reasons why someone would not celebrate Christmas. Don't let that stop you, but try to realize that not everyone is into it like you are, and your own exuberance can come across as obnoxious. Try to be respectful of other cultures, maybe even learn something about their traditions. If someone doesn't celebrate Christmas because of bad experiences, count yourself lucky you didn't go through that and try to be extra loving to the person. </span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold;">Let me tell you something, and if you learn nothing else in your life, learn this: a little extra compassion and understanding promotes your "Christmas Spirit" far more than forcing someone to wear a Santa hat, accept a gift or eat your kids' awful cookies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Good one, Hyperion. Good one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">We here at International Day celebrate all forms of Winter Holidays, both out of compassion and as a opportunity for you to give me presents! (Giving helps you!!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">We celebrate the following (and would love to add more if you know of any)....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 130%;">Christmas<br />
Hanukkah<br />
Kwaanza<br />
Winter Solstice<br />
Yule<br />
Festivus<br />
Dinosaur Present Day (Featuring T-Rex)<br />
Ramadan (I know it's already happened, but if you want to send me presents....)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">May whatever holiday you subscribe to be all the awesome you can handle</span>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-65229873640411520542011-12-19T00:07:00.000-05:002011-12-19T23:24:53.445-05:00The 12 Quotes of Christmas - #7<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeiur4EG33lxzT40wU8mWor-y04ZiHj8WCPSpsFf6xYpNFPi8f0WRsZ1OI4_Ru1dOZbdNoPgkZT1MY6kY4OCENoUmHJeDtZ30quTWTYTvyYTVUmjL13faWQxjQj7MOTTKBhpAn9A/s1600-h/ChristmasShopping.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281914726913720882" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeiur4EG33lxzT40wU8mWor-y04ZiHj8WCPSpsFf6xYpNFPi8f0WRsZ1OI4_Ru1dOZbdNoPgkZT1MY6kY4OCENoUmHJeDtZ30quTWTYTvyYTVUmjL13faWQxjQj7MOTTKBhpAn9A/s400/ChristmasShopping.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 255px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-style: italic;">"From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it." </span><span style="color: #33cc00;">~Katharine Whitehorn<br />
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It seems like a good time to honor Carson Williams, the dude who first did that Winter Wizards thing, setting up the lights at his house in sync to the Trans Siberian Orchestra, backin 2004. You had to have seen the video, but chances are you have not seen it in awhile.<br />
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I saw that Miller Lite had a commercial based on this. I sure hope they paid Carson royalties. Anyway, the original, and one of the coolest things ever: Winter Wizards!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice."</span> ~Author Unknown</span>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-39582670214825222542011-12-18T00:00:00.000-05:002011-12-16T18:32:14.815-05:00Advent - Day 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrdu4fKBFWtXt-wFEoYGsRlz3L1vmf_KOdJf8N57ZU7fb_kbTgF6QiFCz7Zz_cBDylGWXUTMC_8HttzFibFai8D_QD_WY7s1CMYTTM-Ge-Sajrjaj3_GmmOpnJGHtRf1ypYhWtw/s1600-h/xmasfunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrdu4fKBFWtXt-wFEoYGsRlz3L1vmf_KOdJf8N57ZU7fb_kbTgF6QiFCz7Zz_cBDylGWXUTMC_8HttzFibFai8D_QD_WY7s1CMYTTM-Ge-Sajrjaj3_GmmOpnJGHtRf1ypYhWtw/s400/xmasfunny.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I have had you furrowing your brow now for five days straight. It is time to relax and enjoy the lighter side of Christmas, with these Christmas jokes! (Ahem: some of these jokes are for when the kids go to bed! I have Asterisks next to those jokes so you can skip them if you are trying to stay pure.)<br />
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What does Father Christmas suffer from if he gets stuck in a chimney ?<br />
Santa Claustrophobia ! <br />
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Who delievers cat's Christmas presents ?<br />
Santa Paws !<br />
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Why does Father Christmas go down the chimney ?<br />
Because it soots him !<br />
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Who delievers elephants' Christmas presents?<br />
Elephanta Claus !<br />
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***Why are women's breasts like a train set a kid gets at Christmas time ?<br />
Because they were originally made for children but the father wants to play with them.<br />
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***What do the female reindeer do when Santa takes the male reindeer out on Christmas Eve ?<br />
They go into town, and blow a few bucks.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Once upon a time, there was a fellow who was down on his luck, and as he was looking through the classifieds, he saw an intriguing ad offering a ten million dollar reward to the person who could find and retrieve, intact, something called a "tis bottle."<br />
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Having nothing to lose, he calls the man who placed the ad. "I absolutely must have this bottle, and there are only three surviving in the world," the wealthy man tells him, "one is in the heart of the deepest jungle, one is at the bottom of the coldest, darkest sea, and one is at the top of the highest mountain. I will pay your expenses for however long it takes to bring me one of these bottles, as well as giving you the ten million."<br />
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Being an adventurous fellow, he decides to accept the offer.<br />
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First, he gathers a retinue of guides and hunters to go with him into the jungle. He studies for months to prepare, and when he is ready to survive, he sets out to get the bottle. Into the jungle he goes, and after many close calls, and much loss of life, he finds the bottle.<br />
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As he is on his way out of the jungle with the bottle well packed and padded, he is attacked by wild animals, and not only is he badly mauled, but the box with the tis bottle goes flying, and box and bottle shatter.<br />
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It takes some time for him to recover from his injuries, but when he's well enough, he begins preparations to retrieve the bottle at the bottom of the sea. He takes diving lessons, hires the newest and best deep-sea diving equipment and crew, and takes to the sea. With little trouble, they managed to get the bottle, but on the way up, they are attacked by sharks, and have to rush to the surface. In the hurry, the fellow not only gets the bends, but the bottle falls and breaks on the deck. More time in the hospital later, recovering slowly, he's more determined than ever to get the third and final bottle.<br />
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He spends over a year learning mountain climbing and survival, becoming accustomed to low oxygen and heights, and planning the ultimate shatter-proof container for the bottle. He hires a crew of experienced guides and begins his climb. By the time they reach the top, they're low on supplies, weak, and frostbitten, but he will not give up. The bottle is packed and secured, and the group begins the descent. When they reach the bottom of the mountain, the fellow again has to spend time in the hospital recovering from his injuries, but he keeps the bottle with him and in sight at all times.<br />
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Finally, he's ready to present it to the wealthy man and collect his reward.<br />
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He goes to the wealthy man's house, and carefully unpacks the "tis bottle" and hands it over. The wealthy man inspects it joyfully, and hands the fellow a check for ten million dollars.<br />
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"Thank you and good day, sir," he says, dismissing the fellow.<br />
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"Wait!" The fellow cries, “I was attacked by wild animals, suffered the bends, and lost fingers and toes for this bottle.<br />
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I've spent years looking for it, and almost as long in the hospital from trying to get it. Aren't you going to tell me why it's so precious and what it's for?"<br />
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"Um, it's a little embarrassing, actually. Why don't you just take the money and go?"<br />
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"I'm not leaving here until you tell me what this bottle is for!" Shouts the fellow.<br />
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With a sigh, the wealthy man motions for the fellow to follow him. They go into the back of the house, and the wealthy man presses a hidden button to reveal a secret door.<br />
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Behind the door is a small room with another door, behind a strong gate. The wealthy man unlocks the gate, unlocks the door, and opens the heavy vault door behind it with a combination. Inside the vault are thousands of bottles lined up neatly, wall to wall and floor to ceiling, with one vacant spot labeled "tis". Gently the man places the bottle in its spot, and declares "There you go."<br />
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"Oh, come on," the fellow replies. "There has to be more to it than that."<br />
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With a sigh, the man picks up a delicate, padded mallet that hangs nearby and gently begins striking the bottles, and a tune emerges.<br />
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"'Tis the season to be jolly..."</span><br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;">"Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall." ~Larry Wilde, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Merry Book of Christmas</span></span></blockquote>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-87388262843585314472011-12-17T00:00:00.000-05:002011-12-16T18:29:46.402-05:00Advent - Day 5<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cPz5EwLmIG6JWo-SDRMkQEvk_47_knMKiAOmOMnammLEiT7z7yrwvinYuBKzynS2JpPXRLN93ENHYiVvSpJtuhZ5D7RoOzK9Nf7mr7-24A-InyX4U4f9SF2_Pr4Gs34xCpC_pg/s1600-h/hawsan.jpg" style="font-family: arial;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141963458291630258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cPz5EwLmIG6JWo-SDRMkQEvk_47_knMKiAOmOMnammLEiT7z7yrwvinYuBKzynS2JpPXRLN93ENHYiVvSpJtuhZ5D7RoOzK9Nf7mr7-24A-InyX4U4f9SF2_Pr4Gs34xCpC_pg/s400/hawsan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">[In 2007, when this Advent originally ran, Day 5 fell on December 7th. Don't Hate on Hawaii: PRETEND!]</span></b></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Today is Pearl Harbor Day. What does this have to do with Advent? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">The original Advent meant preparing for the return of the Lord. As in the Second Coming. The people preparing were supposed to be readying themselves for a time when they were not going to be there anymore. They didn't know when this day would be (and still don't); they were only to be ready.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">No matter what your end-times beliefs, imagine those people in Hawaii, now 66 years ago. Though snow did not cover the ground, and people were more accustomed to surfboards (not sleds), they were still preparing for Christmas. The Civilians were waking up that Sunday morning, perhaps preparing for an Advent Sunday, maybe to do Christmas decorating afterward. Soldiers on duty were perhaps daydreaming of a furlough back home to Kansas for mom's Christmas dinner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">And then in a heartbeat, everything changed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I'm not trying to make you all doomy and gloomy. But make no mistake: we should not, we dare not ever forget those people. Not only are they our honored dead; sacrificed in the opening salvo of a horrific war to come, but they illustrate so perfectly why you should be living in the moment and enjoying this holiday season.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Maybe you're sure (whether you should be or not) that you there in Palookaville, USA are safe from all enemies foreign and domestic. But honestly: you can't be sure you'll make it to Christmas. There are car accidents, bad tickers, and Full House Marathons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">So, please, enjoy every minute that you can, especially this season. Don't miss an opportunity to just sit and talk with your family, no matter what needs to be done. Take the time to look at your tree you put up: else why put it up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I know you're busy, everyone is. But do you think the people of Honolulu might wish they'd spent their last week a little differently? Take a lesson, and eat some cookies now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">And just so we don't end on a downer, here are snowmen dancing to </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Mele Kalikimaka</span> (Hawaiian for "Merry Christmas.")<br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kWiDo08-NthpQ6vYloVQ9d9RWXzqbA42BDArA74GRFGg3MiATccHN-pNcW2piYqZJyCpA5O0Ii9h_s2AU-kIapPjF_ab0-xL_u7kfSpvhed2VtvOS85b1KXBVBEggHrnb7qXaw/s1600-h/WCFieldsQuotes.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280747518044903698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kWiDo08-NthpQ6vYloVQ9d9RWXzqbA42BDArA74GRFGg3MiATccHN-pNcW2piYqZJyCpA5O0Ii9h_s2AU-kIapPjF_ab0-xL_u7kfSpvhed2VtvOS85b1KXBVBEggHrnb7qXaw/s400/WCFieldsQuotes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 313px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we'll be seeing six or seven."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 180%;">~W.C. Fields</span></blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-63981551763075742422011-12-16T00:00:00.000-05:002011-12-16T18:26:29.038-05:00Advent - Day 4<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Advent - Day 4<br />
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"That First Tingle"<br />
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In <a href="http://internationalday.blogspot.com/2007/12/advent-day-3.html">yesterday's Advent</a>, I talked about the Christmas Season coming earlier and earlier, and admonished those who would carp about such things rather than take advantage. I wanted to approach the idea from a different angle. When I read my family the Advent, I asked them what are the first signs of Christmas that give you a tingle down your spine, that little extra rush.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbrCny4rNicOf4huqL2CZD8rZ8COJaYmiGYeyWGN1jyQaCz4IGDimeJHGpXpYk3hiF1etwnS6hhxcvyZyepEL54dye7E-CvU1KQw1wtHgzxF4sNiZA49vXyiysAGYmRewwUqYKQ/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140782123241898130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbrCny4rNicOf4huqL2CZD8rZ8COJaYmiGYeyWGN1jyQaCz4IGDimeJHGpXpYk3hiF1etwnS6hhxcvyZyepEL54dye7E-CvU1KQw1wtHgzxF4sNiZA49vXyiysAGYmRewwUqYKQ/s400/tree.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>Here are a few that I came up with:<br />
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Holiday M&Ms - I know it's hokey (especially now, as they do it for EVERYTHING, but it used to be we'd get a special green/red only holiday M&M package in December, and somehow seeing that in the stores always sort of made Christmas real.<br />
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Holiday Specials - I'm specifically thinking the classics, like Charlie Brown, Miracle on 34th Street and It's a Wonderful Life. They are always an extra reminder that it's Christmas soon.<br />
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Ceramic Decorations - My mom lives for snowmen; there are always hundreds around the house. However, most Christmas decorations only come out in December, like the little ceramic tree with all the small colored lights that go in the holes, or the ceramic nativity set. Whenever I see those around the house, I finally know it's Christmas.<br />
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How about you? What are the triggers out there to let you know it's getting close to Christmas?Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-51309161730186655232011-12-15T00:03:00.000-05:002011-12-14T23:40:27.337-05:00The 12 Quotes of Christmas - #3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylOL2FW1I4ISjS4e0IwPSSQhKGztU4kNeQ6cFAtCQxnxQ1O_Wy3gvajqpa88GzsWZPe0IxHJl6Y6aL0A0sfjQZVgDHFpS8cSVhHfAtyYTacY-kgPwLbRtsSWvB4mT7sl3vX0NIg/s1600-h/ChristmasStockings.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280332140144516690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylOL2FW1I4ISjS4e0IwPSSQhKGztU4kNeQ6cFAtCQxnxQ1O_Wy3gvajqpa88GzsWZPe0IxHJl6Y6aL0A0sfjQZVgDHFpS8cSVhHfAtyYTacY-kgPwLbRtsSWvB4mT7sl3vX0NIg/s400/ChristmasStockings.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 238px;" /></a><br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The one thing women don't want to find in their stockings on Christmas morning is their husband."</span><br />
- Joan Rivers </span></blockquote>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-35259943998340677992011-12-15T00:00:00.000-05:002011-12-14T23:39:58.154-05:00Advent - Day 3<div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Advent – Day 3<br />
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Assault of the Santa<br />
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</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfC3qH7onFtiaq_bXWUNMQBtfh_EfmOwiW_LNGW6vy8pUfvdMuSAEzvhe4-GDOwJ1mE0IQLBjcVRn7AlH5abSpqTT1eXkL8R1OypLTFzDvpPIjAueRZgSQwooBkoVmquc3s99Iw/s1600-h/santa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140552097678426034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfC3qH7onFtiaq_bXWUNMQBtfh_EfmOwiW_LNGW6vy8pUfvdMuSAEzvhe4-GDOwJ1mE0IQLBjcVRn7AlH5abSpqTT1eXkL8R1OypLTFzDvpPIjAueRZgSQwooBkoVmquc3s99Iw/s400/santa.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">One of the things people complain about the most is how earlier and earlier the Christmas Season comes. Traditionally radio stations started playing their Christmas music the second week in December, but more recently this has rolled back, to where some stations had reportedly gone to the all Christmas format as early as the end of Halloween. (And let us not even get started on the stores….) </span> <span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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We could make an entertaining case for the obvious Conspiracy Triumvirate of Big Retail, Big Greeting Card and Big Candy, but in a Big-Picture sense, it is understandable this push to “extend” the Christmas season beyond the borders of December. There is a natural inclination to be in the “Christmas Spirit” as long as possible. Say what we will about holiday stress, for many, the Christmas Season is a time to go shopping for loved ones, attend parties, bake cookies, and pull out our favorite decorations and all that other fun stuff. Strangers tend to be nicer to each other around Christmas, and it is no great sin that some would look to make that feeling last as long as possible. </span> <span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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What I do not get is the vitriol heard in opposition. People act as if they are physically assaulted because radio stations go Santa a few weeks early. As if red and green banners at the mall are somehow causing seizures. Yeah, I get it: they want us to buy more to help their bottom lines. I got news for you: you are in a freaking mall! You have already lost any argument you could make about pleas for your dignity and attempts to snatch at your pocketbook.<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: arial;">In case you still are confused, I developed a little formula to help you out:<br />
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<div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">You inside a retail store = you not poor = shut your whiny yap<br />
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</span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">Or, put another way, if this is what you are complaining about, you really do have it made. So they put up Christmas a few weeks early. Is it really so awful to hear familiar carols a few more times? Is it going to kill you if Main Street puts up their big candy canes on Veteran’s Day instead of a fortnight later? </span> <span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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And maybe, just maybe, will the Christmas trappings remind you to be a little bit kinder to the people around you? After all, you may have to put up with the horror that is hearing Silent Night one more time, but they have to put up with you.<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Lesson #3: Choose to focus on the positive aspects of Christmas that make you feel good rather than complain about something that really isn’t that big of a deal. </span>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-48817809376986306202011-12-14T00:02:00.000-05:002011-12-14T23:39:26.977-05:00The 12 Quotes of Christmas - #2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjM_b_xMTjWrUudJ9BCV6G2a3qhGk_WQ4qfRrBSIxeq6ok3ljIt-PJNMdNOec1g6711H4x9TSt13t_7VCkrm0D3Grpz5u5tCs28fq_IU5HacdZPTsKbuh4nU8Njo0B6y5tG9wxA/s1600-h/DaveBarryChristmas.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279965149861206210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjM_b_xMTjWrUudJ9BCV6G2a3qhGk_WQ4qfRrBSIxeq6ok3ljIt-PJNMdNOec1g6711H4x9TSt13t_7VCkrm0D3Grpz5u5tCs28fq_IU5HacdZPTsKbuh4nU8Njo0B6y5tG9wxA/s400/DaveBarryChristmas.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 175px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">"In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'"</span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">'<br />
~Dave Barry, <span style="font-style: italic;">Christmas Shopping: A Survivor's Guide</span></span></span></blockquote>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013544.post-13160478793216912562011-12-14T00:00:00.000-05:002011-12-14T23:38:35.565-05:00Advent - Day 2<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />
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"Rollin' with the Punches"</span><br />
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I was so proud of myself. I had my Day 2 Advent all written, and was ready to put it up. I took a break to watch a movie, only to find the Internet connection down when I returned to computer.<br />
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Accchhhh!<br />
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I was disappointed, but it reaffirms one of the central themes I'm going for this month: if you are alive, you're doing okay.<br />
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Whatever happens to you today, tomorrow, the rest of the month: as long as it doesn't kill you, you'll survive. In fact, if your attitude is right, you can even make it work for you.<br />
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Here I was set to write about Christmas Music, but Life (in one of its vagary disguises) got in the way. So, I'm turning it into an object lesson, and by doing so, making one less Advent I have to write! (That's a double-dub AND an okie-doke!)<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Lesson #2: you can't always control what happens to you, but you can choose how you react.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Enjoy the Season!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">"Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don't quite know how to put our love into words."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">- Harlan Miller </span></span></blockquote>Hyperionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09918089288365164048noreply@blogger.com0