1. Just a few more days and Christmas will be over! Ever wonder how Christmas traditions start? Well I found the answer to at least one, thanks to Noe Noe Girl:
Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree. Santa was furious. “I can’t believe it! I’ve got to deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours – all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike and I don’t even have a Christmas tree! I sent that stupid Little Angel out HOURS ago to find a tree and he isn’t even back yet! What am I going to do?” Just then, the Little Angel opened the front door and stepped in from the snowy night, dragging a Christmas tree. He says “Yo, fat man! Where do you want me to stick the tree this year?”
And thus the tradition of angels atop the Christmas trees came to pass……..
2. And speaking of that poor angel:
3. Those of you who have been hangin’ around the ole Vinyl Village a while (yes, you two) will recall that back in the late spring I quit smoking using Chantix–which prompted some very strange and detailed dreams. We’re talking indy-film quality stuff! Well, what I haven’t told you is I fell off the wagon a couple months ago. No good excuse why. No “trigger”. I just did. So I’m going back on the Chantix this week. Which means there may be some posts about bizarre dreams coming for your enjoyment.
4. Everyone has seen the crazy Iraqi dude toss his shoes at President Bush by now. Of course it was in poor taste, and brings up questions of security, but really…who among us hasn’t wanted to slap some sense into our elected leaders? Well, now we can: CLICK HERE.
5. Just my luck–during the month of December not only did my computer bite the dust, but I picked up a nail in my tire that, for some reason, couldn’t be patched. The main reason I got rid of my super-sexy, very fast, teenaged-girl attention getting, silver convertible with its like-butter red leather seats was economy. My car is supposed to be sensible, inexpensive to operate, fuel efficient, and all that jazz. So why does it cost almost $200 to replace just ONE of it’s tires??