Loading ...I had to help KK decorate the tree tonight. Whoopee. But with mom back in the hospital I needed to suppress my holiday scrooginess for a while so this child could have a tree. KK didn’t want to wait, and she was also bored because she was out of school sick today, and you know how kids get when they’re out sick.
All the while I was decorating, I thought about how nice it would be to be decorating the Tahitimas tree, which is surely a palm-tree. I got to thinkin’, which one of us is going to climb that tree to paint the coconuts?
You may be wondering what the hell I’m doing up at this hour, or you may not. Prolly not. But I was awakened by the song American Pie playing in my head, really really loudly. Not like regular ear-worm volume, but I mean loud. Thankfully it was not the rancid Madonna cover, but the original Don McClean.
And while I was up I started thinkin’ ’bout other holiday stuff, and what I might do to make the holidays more bearable. Cuz you know, I have a certain amount of xmas hatage that needs to be channeled into something more positive. I’m thinking about volunteering somewhere. I’ve done that sort of goody-two-shoes stuff before, you know.
And did you know the phrase “goody two shoes” comes from the title of an 18th C. children’s story. There, the tidbit of the day.
Anyway. Volunteering. Its a thing I’m thinkin’ bout.
And back to KK. While there’s nothing worse than people who talk about their kids, or someone elses kids, she was quite amusing tonight while watching House. When they showed the surgery part, she started yelling “Eeeewwwwww… eeeeewwwww… oh eeeewwwww”, and making gagging noises and hiding her face. Then when the show was over she said, “Can we watch that again next week?”
And speaking of KK, she needs to be at school early in the morning for tutoring, so I’m gonna have to get my ass out of bed in a few hours. Best get back to sleep.
Buy me a beer!
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i used to know that about “goody two shoes”. but now, when i hear the phrase, all i can think about is the evil dead.
i’m okay with that.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke. What do you do?
Oh thank heavens! Finally. I can comment at least. Can’t post, though. Seems that only Safari works. Not Firefox. Oh well. Maybe it will soon!
Hey, if any nuts need paintin’, I’m your guy! Oh, coconuts. Nah, not climbing a tree for those.
KK sounds fun. ‘Girly’ on the outside; devil on the inside. Sort of like Che, but without the girly part.
Oh, thanks! Now that Adam Ant song is totally in my head.
Good luck with the volunteering. I have considered something similar if I can ever get my life in order, and IMHO, a couple of good sites are voluteermatch.org and idealist.org. Of course, there are other local sites but they do vary.
Back to work for me…
I haven’t had much luck finding something nearby that doesn’t require me to wear something other than pajamas, but I’m looking.
One year I volunteered at a homeless shelter serving food. For the thanksgiving dinner, someone had donated a big plate of caviar hors d’ourves. The lady in charge of the kitchen said, “Lets have one of these before we put them out”. So I did and she did, and then she said, “Lets have another of these before we put them out.”
ate half the damn plate before the homeless ever got their share.
See, now there’s my kind of volunteering. The foodly kind.
Hey Richard, were you there with me? I don’t remember eating caviar at the homeless shelter with you, though I think you were at the habitat for humanities thing, where we stood around looking like people who should never be allowed to hold a hammer. Or was that Sherman?
Not General Sherman, but Truman. Remember Truman? My mother loved him, but she always called him Sherman.
Homeless shelter caviar indulgences, generals or presidents for friends, volunteering with free food?! I have not been living the right kind of life.
You ain’t livin’ right!