A Christmas Wish

December 4, 2009

It’s been over a year since I posted anything. Not that it matters since nobody reads this anymore, but that’s OK. The links on the right are still some of my favorite haunts, and I’m still around whether I post a comment on one of those sites, or make some arbitrary post here…   But I don’t know if I’ve just grown out of the “blog” craze and moved on to the “Facebook” craze (for a while anyway), or just tired of the getting into my blog mindset of posting odd links and stories. The blog was always for me to spout off childish rantings, and nothing else. By that, I mean I wasn’t looking to be Little Green Footballs, but I could goof off anonymously. But now it just makes no sense to continue any of this. I’ve been off for over a year, and had no desire to post anything. So more than likely this will be it. The last post. The final rant. The blog will stay of course. It’s too full of nutty goodness to delete, but I just don’t see any reason to put effort into a site I really don’t care about. So…..


It was a good 3+ year run. Lingo, Peekah, PJ, Kami, Sam… You are all good people, and I’ve been damn lucky to know a little bit about all of you. This post goes out to you.


I posted this two years ago, but it never hurts to relive the old things.


A Christmas card for you:

http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=0263168021

And a poem that sums up the true meaning of Christmas:


Dear Santa,


Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away


I bend to gently kiss you,
when I see that on the floor
there’s a letter, neatly written
I wonder who it’s for.


I quietly unfold it
making sure you’re still asleep,
It’s a Christmas list for Santa
one my heart will always keep.


It started just as always
with the toys seen on TV,
a new watch for your father
and a winter coat for me.


But as my eyes read on
I could see that deep inside
there were many things you wished for
that your loving heart would hide.


You asked if your friend Molly
could have another Dad;
It seems her father hits her
and it makes you very sad.


Then you asked Santa
if the neighbors down the street
Could find a job, that he might have
some food, and clothes, and heat.


You saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away,
“Dear Santa, send them just one thing,
a place where they can stay.”


“And Santa, those four cookies that
I left you for a treat,
Could you take them to the children
who have nothing else to eat.”


“Do you know that little bear I have
the one I love so dear?
I’m leaving it for you to take
to Africa this year.”


“And as you fly your reindeer
on this night of Jesus’ birth,
Could your magic bring to everyone
good will and peace on earth.”


“There’s one last thing before you go,
so grateful I would be,
If you’d smile at Baby Jesus
in the manger by our tree.”


I pulled the letter close to me’
I felt it melt my heart.
Those tiny hand had written
what no other could impart.


“And a little child shall lead them,”
was whispered in my ear
As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve
while Santa Claus was here.


–Author Unknown–


May the spirit of Christmas follow you throughout your life and may your troubles be few.

Merry Christmas, y’all!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BY8yPJVogUs&feature=user

Random junk with a touch of love.

1. It’s like Donkey Kong Jungle Beat with Weezer.

Or something like that.

Enough games! Back to the evil that is V-Day….

2.  No girlfriend? No wories! There’s always porn. Or for those of you that are too stupid to find porn on line, you can porn your page.

Kinda safe for work

3. The saying goes “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Actually, that’s a bunch of crap. The way to a man’s heart is wearing sexy clothes and lots of dirty talk. And if you can’t manage that, try some dirty sounding food.

Some personal favorites include Jussi Pussi and Vergina beer

4. And finally, the joy and wonder that is love brought to life by the great poet Peter Wolf… What? You wanted a sonnet from Edna St. Vincent Millay or Shakespeare? Think again!

Love Stinks

(P. Wolf/S. Justman)

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
Ya just can’t win


And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It’s gonna make you cry
I’ve had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing’s for sure Love stinks


Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love’s gonna find you yes it is
Ya just can’t hide
You’ll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It’s gone that’s all


I don’t care what any Casanova thinks
All I can say is
Love stinksLove stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks

Love stinks yeah yeah

I’ve been through diamonds
I’ve been through minks
I’ve been through it all
Love stinks

Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

Love stinks