Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

So this year, listening to the Christmas music, I found myself very annoyed with one song in particular. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer just does not make sense. Let me explain.

You know Dasher and Dancer
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid
And Donner and Blitzen.
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?

Umm, yeah.  Why is he asking if I remember the most famous one?
Yeah.  I do remember Rudolph.  In fact if you asked me to name only one reindeer,
it would be Rudolph.  There is no way I cold even name all the others.

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Play in any reindeer games

Ok, so the songwriter just took what he knew from human nature and applied it to reindeer.
Humans will bully and ostracize anyone not like themselves.  Ok, I get it.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
Then all the reindeer loved him
And they shouted out with glee
"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
You'll go down in history!"

Ok, so if we are assuming that the songwriter was using what he knew of human nature
to write the song, this is where it breaks down.  When the person that is usually picked on
is singled out for an honor I'm pretty sure all the others would not immediately LOVE
them or even be slightly happy.  Much less yell out with glee that they
will be remembered in history.  

Ridiculous

Hanukkah

This was Conrad's first Hanukkah since he has been Jewish. Ok, ok, since he KNEW he was Jewish. I have no idea where my hanukkiah is so, we created a makeshift one. It worked. It made me happy, and in my opinion made it a legitimate Hanukkah.

Christmas Pressies

So, this year I made aprons for Forest and Katrina's family for Christmas! I think I have made a decision about the gifts that go to Dull Rd. Here is the decision. For their birthdays, they get something personal or something silly like fairies or pirates. For Christmas they all get the same thing. Last year it was TOMS shoes. This year it is aprons. Girlies get butterflies and boys get smiling crabs.


And T-Rex....he is too little to have an apron. He just eats, so he gets a bib.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like....

...Christmas!!

On Sunday we got our Christmas tree, and decorated it on Monday. It smells very nice and makes me happy.



And the finished product of my stocking project. Christmas can be a nice time of year, but I think I enjoyed it much more as a kid. I can't seem to find my Hannukiah. Anyway, Merry Christmas to you all and Happy Hannukah too!

New Apartment Happy Discoveries

How hectic are those days when you have to run errands all over town. Dropping off books at the library, mailing packages at the post office, buying vegetables at the farmer's market, voting at the fire station, requesting a restraining order at the courthouse, and dropping off cookies at the police station just to kiss ass, pick up Persian food at Javan's restaurant, and catch the Rocky Horror Picture Show....

But the good news is that I can do all of those within 5 blocks of my new apartment. I think I am in love with my new neighborhood.
Sunday morning goods from the Farmer's Market. I almost shut the kitchen window for a better picture, but I am so excited that I have a window and my kitchen is not a dark hole that I had to leave it open to drench the picture in sunlight!

...btw, I have never gotten a restraining order or taken cookies to a police station....

Halloween 2010: The Final Chapter

The original reason we decided to go out on Halloween was that Ernie suggested it. He wanted to hang with us and go see people in costumes. Once mentioned, Conrad and I ran away with the idea. We invited several friends and planned to all meet at the house for a snack and then head over to West Hollywood to participate in the largest Halloween party in the world. For many years I had heard of this party, but had never considered going. Since I am lately trying to live by the motto, "Do what makes a better story," I decided that this was the year to make it happen. A few hours before the event began, Ernie decided he could not make it because he got all insecure about finding and wearing a costume. Considering we planned the whole thing at his suggestion, I told him off, threw a few well thought out insults his way and ultimately rescued his attendance.

Finally the evening began and we actually had some trick-or-treaters. They did not actually knock on our door, but we threw candy down to them.


Shortly afterward, the boys went to the store and I was quite delighted to see the similarities between my boys and the trick-or-treaters. I think it is the youthful expressions.

Me and Ernie

The whole gang starting from the house, Jennifer, Vampire Cody, Morton Salt Girl, Dr. Hitchcock and Chef Ernie.

Once in West Hollywood we met up with another friend, John and Conrad's brother Trev.






On the cab ride home. This was one of my favorite pictures of the night. Conrad was leaning through the window in the cab telling the driver to listen to me, that I knew the way home. I like hearing someone say, "Listen to the lady!"

All in all, it was a very fun evening...

The Pradas

So, back when Conrad was shooting the reality show he happened to borrow my Prada sunglasses. They did not come home with him. He asked around Melissa's house and no one saw them or remembered what happened to them. Conrad made a bit of a stink and apparently Joan got wind of it. She declared that she would send me some glasses from her own collection to make up for my poor lost Pradas.

This week these came in the mail.....

Courtesy of.....

The funny part is that Conrad found the Pradas in his coat pocket hanging in the closet a few weeks ago.... But thank you Joan for the lovely gift and note. I mean, really....who gets sunglasses in the mail from Joan?