Duct Tape, Dixie, and Me

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Children in Public

When Kids Attack
So last week in my Christmas shopping, I encountered a toddler terror. This little fella had seen too much shopping that day and was letting Mom (and us) know about it. Unfortunately for him (and the rest of the store), Mom was stuck thee-deep in line and the cashier was having to call for backup over a series of no-price-tag-items. So for a good ten to twelve (felt like 80) minutes while I shopped nearby, Little Angel alternated between screaming at the top of his lungs, sobbing/crying, and asking “But why Mommy?” when he could regain his composure enough to speak.

Oh the Humanity!
After a nine hour work day, traffic commute, and several episodes of checkout shopping drama, I was not very understanding. But enough about me, what about this mother? How was she not going insane? I don’t know given my “no kids” status, but is there a switch that is thrown in Mom’s head on the way home from the hospital with Junior so that she immediately becomes oblivious to the disturbance otherwise known to us inconsiderate single people as children’s fits?

While I’m Making Parents Mad
What is with parents “reasoning” with their toddler? We’re talking about a rugrat who can’t feed himself in an orderly fashion and your response to his screaming and throwing breakable objects at fellow shoppers is “Now that’s not very appropriate, is it? Don’t you want to act more politely now? Please?”

Stop the Madness
Even if we don’t argue discipline and corporal punishment, to me the larger issue is consideration for the people around you. While Mommy may not care that Little Angel is vocally exhibiting self-expression, she should care that Little Angel is making shoppers around her pop another prozac. My point is if you’re not going to discipline your kids, don’t drag them into a public place where everyone is held captive.

Case Study
Another non-parent had similar sentiments and posted one such sign in his café. The result is that it’s caused a huge debate over who has a say in the discipline of children. One famous dead person said something like “your right to swing your fist stops at your neighbor’s nose.” Deep. The Greek translation of that is: “in consideration of others, if you can’t control 'em, leave the kids at home.”

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

White House Christmas Cards

The Prez Is in a Pickle
Seems like W and I have a lot in common these days. I had jury duty. He had jury duty. I can’t find Christmas Christmas cards. He can’t find Christmas Christmas cards.

Yes, apparently Mr. President, too, has experienced drama over selecting Christmas cards this year. Religious conservatives are raising a ruckus that the President opted for the generic “Happy Holidays” message instead of something actually mentioning Christmas.

The Day Lee Ann Bailed Out W
I have to urge that we cut the man some slack because I’m in the same boat. Luckily for me, though, faithful readers have shared helpful hints. As I know President Bush most surely reads my blog daily, let me pass these tips on just for you, sir:

  • From Erica in Denham Springs:
    Hit Hallmark for an actual religious selection. Note: Bible verses they had were mainly NIV, so you may still catch some flack from the KJV-only crowd.


  • From Mitchell in Tennessee:
    Persistence pays. Mitch kept looking and was eventually able to find Isaiah 9:6 cards.

Thanks you guys for rescuing the President. I’m sure we’ll all get long, drawn-out thank you notes from him personally.... Or at least Christmas cards.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

The Annual Christmas Banquet

Well, boys and girls it's the moment you've waited all year for: your annual church Christmas banquet. Time for you and your ex to make up for the 12th time and get back together just in time for the big day. Here's what I remember from typical banquets:

  • Running back and for between the 2 malls all day (and spending 3 tanks of gas and $60 in the process) for a pair of shoes you'll never wear again, only to go back and pick up the pair you originally saw at the first stop of the day, but not until you've made yourself 45 minutes late for the big event.
  • Big hair.

  • The guys crowded suspiciously in the corner because banquet night happened to be on the same night your sports team played for the championship.

  • The McDonald's run after the banquet to get "real food."

  • The entire youth group walking around downtown in the dangerous hours of the night/morning because everyone refuses to go home at 10:30 p.m.

  • Somehow, 2 girls always show up with the same dress and spend the night warily moving about the room so as to always maintain the greatest geometric distance from each other.

  • And always, always, always -- somebody crying in the ladies' room.
Here's to happy banqueting to you all. May your shoe shopping be fruitful, your dress be affordable, your date (or "we-choose-not-to-define-our-relationship" friend) be charming, the banquet food be bearable, and the preacher/speaker be short-winded. Amen.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Christmas Shopping Secrets

As I type this, there are nineteen days till Christmas. I just completed my first major shopping trip. Wowsers, is it ever hard to shop after work. There’s just no extra energy. My feet hurt, my hair is making my head sore, and I can no longer remember the names of my immediate relatives for whom I’m shopping. I think this year is going to be the year of “here’s a picture of what you’re gift will look like when it arrives” as I will be doing my shopping online like everybody else.

Even Rudolph Is Embarrassed
So during my shopping, I decided it was time to pick up some Christmas cards so that this year they actually arrive no more than 2 weeks after Christmas Day. I’ve hit up a few places, and I don’t know if this year’s worse or if just didn’t hit me last year, but it is impossible to find any Christmas cards even slightly related to the birth of the Christ child. As close as I could come was an image of a dove with a “peace on earth” message or a card that looked like finger-painters had tried to recreate a picture of Christmas Mass. I’m disappointed. But then again, maybe this is just a window of opportunity for me to create my own Christmas cards. Nothing says Joy to the World like construction paper and duct tape.

What I Want for Christmas
Since I’ve discovered the limited edition purple duct tape, there is probably not a more exciting gift I can receive this season. But I guess in a perfect world I would wish for wi-fi hotspots to become as common as cell phone towers, and people around the globe to rally for an end to microwave popcorn. Yes, that and a good fishing trip and I’d be a happily satisfied Christmas recipient.

It’s Back, Baby!
Oh, but it gets better! I almost forgot, but I received another indescribably exciting gift that ranks right up there with the purple duct tape! After our annual girls’ football tourney Sunday (details to come), I made a trip by good ol’ Cold Stone Creamery. I had resigned myself to the simple but enjoyable Sweet Cream, but alas… what did I discover??? Cake Batter ice cream flavor is back! If this and the duct tape are any indications, it's going to be a great Christmas. I feel that this special gift is for my joy alone. But being the generous and thoughtful person I am, I wanted to let you in on the secret. Is the revised Cake Batter flavor as good as the original? I'm not sure yet, but that sounds like a good excuse to perform some additional taste-testing.

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