I thought that maybe I shouldn't be so blatant trying to get people to vote for my blog. I guess the newspaper and the letter to Santa were a little over the top. Maybe I should be just a wee bit more subtle.
So I decided to play a relaxing game of Scrabble to take my mind off the camapign. Besides, nobody can vote until today, December the 1st anyway.
Mele Kaliki Maka, by the way. (That's Hawaiian for Merry Christmas.)
With the news that Elton John and his partner are getting hitched, I started thinking. The two of them write music, right? Well who knows, but they might decide to adopt a kid. If not for this Christmas, maybe next year, Elton could rework one of the classic Christmas songs into: I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus !
The recent news regarding Michael Irvin, sports analyst and former wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys, had me laughing about his lame excuse and explanation. Then I look back at the antics of Terrell Owens and shake my head. It makes me wonder: "Aren't you losing credibility when Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson come to your defense?" Sounds kinda like pleading the fifth or refusing to take the breathalizer. By the way I did not mean to infer in any way that either Sharpton or Jackson themselves have credibility. Before anyone tries to read racism into this, when you are out of line or wrong - you are out of line and wrong! And when your over-zealous nature turns you into a cartoon - you are a cartoon.
The women in my life lately: Miss Take, Miss Place, Miss Trust, Miss Creant, Miss Count, Miss Chief, Miss Cue, Miss Fit, Miss Handle, Miss Hap, Miss Lead, Miss Fire, and Miss Judge just to name a few.
You might still be a kid at heart:
If your most memorable scene from a movie is when Jerry the Mouse dances with Gene kelly.
If you know all the words to "Bippity-Boppity-Boo."
If you learned the music scale from Julie Andrews.
If you still own a hula hoop and can make it go.
If you wear tee-shirts with Minnie Mouse, Winnie the Pooh and the Care Bears.
Help me out here, will you? Take a look at the exposed Scrabble racks up there and tell me if you can make anything out of either rack.
You know, I feel a lot better now that I have let off some steam. It feels good to tone it down and not be so obvious that I am trawling for votes.