I have always loved the family Christmas party where all of the musicians bring their instruments and jam for an hour. I especially love listening to Jason plays a short solo on his tenor saxophone. He has a great on-stage presence. When you watch him perform, you can tell that he is really enjoying what he is playing. It makes me wish that I had been able to develop that same passion for music at a younger age – I might have been a great musician by now!
Christmas is supposed to be the season we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Instead it has become a season of pure craziness from ‘Black Friday’ on. I hate to shop on ‘Black Friday’ but I must admit you do find some awfully good bargains then.
I hated that they called the Friday after Thanksgiving ‘Black Friday’ but I found out why it’s called that. It’s the day when the stores hope to finally get out of the red and into the black or start showing a profit. That doesn’t sound so bad to me then.
Some idiots on Facebook are trying to convince people that “Black Friday” is called that because back in the days when slavery was legal, the slave markets had a big sale on slaves that day, trying to get them all sold before the cold weather set in. That’s ridiculous, and I found that to be very aggravating that people would start stupid rumors like that!
Have you ever entered online contests? I used to do that a lot many years ago, but I never won anything except a ton of spammy junk email and additional telemarketing telephone calls (which I would guess is the consolation prize!) That is one reason why I have stopped answering my home telephone number! And why I have created an email address that is essentially only used for times when I think that providing my email address will result in lots of spammy junk emails!
I recently decided that I would go ahead and enter a contest to Win a phil&ted’s stroller with the thought that if I win the contest I’ll give it to my niece, who is pregnant for the first time.
I don’t know if I will win or not, but it sure would be great if I did – I know that my niece needs a stroller, and I would look like a very generous aunt if I gave her something as great as this one!
Guest post by my good friend Linda Bradshaw:
I can remember when I lived in Maine, how hard it was for me to find ways to keep warm when I was sitting at my desk, or when I was having to do things outdoors. I especially disliked how long it took for the interior of my car to warm up when I had to drive to work! I couldn’t afford to let the car idle in the driveway for twenty minutes for the interior to warm up! And my feet were always cold, no matter what I did! Most people don’t believe me when I tell them that I wore thermal underwear for ten months out of the year, but it is absolutely the truth! Maine is a cold state!
I really wish that the Internet was more advanced back then – I would have found out much earlier about the twitter sphere and social media and would have learned about the Cozy Winters website where they sell so much great stuff to help people (and their pets) cope with cold weather! I would have been a lot more comfortable back then! I would have clothes that keep me warm with batteries, foot warmers under my desk, seat warmers for my car (and a seat warmer for the bleachers that I had to sit on to watch my son’s soccer games!) In fact, I would have bought seat warmers for all of the kids to sit on when they had to sit on the bench waiting for their turn to play! It got so freakin’ cold!
Tonight is Halloween. Poor Michelle still get’s a little scared of some of the costumes but I have told her over and over that they are just kids in the neighborhood and there’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Mommy would never let anyone hurt her or take her anywhere anyone could hurt her. Then Frankenstein walks by and she’s hiding behind my legs.
Everything is all better once she hears the sound of candy hitting her pumpkin Trick-or-treat bucket. Then she’s ready to knock old Frankie down to get to the next door. Kids are so much fun! It’s a shame her father can’t be here to see this but that’s his fault and not mine.