In a manger, a baby was born and the word spread throughout the world.
God has given the Earth his only son.
The wise men traveled to bring him gifts. The little drummer boy played. All the world rejoiced when Walmart ran their “Black Friday” sales, in celebration.
The people, gathered the day after their great feast, to show the world what Christ means to them.
They pushed their fellow man for a camera. They shoved little children for an Elmo. They, in great recognition of the Messiah, trampled store employees to prove their devotion.
There was no person they wouldn’t harm to get a better deal on electronics. They must show their love for the chosen One by storming Circuit City in great hordes.
They gathered their bounty with great pride. Telling of the great department store battles. Bragging how they snatched products from the hands of the elderly. Recalling, with amusement, how they knocked an employee to the ground to be first inside the store.
In their descriptions and tales it was apparent – no American holiday is sacred.
Thanksgiving, the truly American day of feast, is disrupted with mothers and fathers going shopping. At the very least – eating early, to rise earlier on the day after, to pillage the stores.
Christmas worship is begun by fighting fellow men for discounts.
We lament of the “good old days” and how “it used to be”. Then we set the example for our children, not even Thanksgiving or Christmas is sacred.
They are just days of greed celebrated by material possessions.
A baby was born in a manger.
If the celebration of his birth is not sacred – what is?
To diet or not to diet that is the question.
The answer is……….. not yet!
I starved myself for three weeks so I could indulge in eating turkey with all it’s compliments for Thanksgiving. To most people that may mean a 24 hour period. To me it’s the whole four day weekend.
I ate roasted turkey on Thursday. Friday and today I will eat cold Turkey sandwiches. Tomorrow will be the rest of the turkey, on bread, with lots of hot turkey gravy.
It may seem like a lot of turkey to some people to me it’s like welcoming home an old friend
So Monday will start my diet. I will hold to it strictly for one reason.
I want to be ready when my old friend visits for Christmas.
I am up early to cook a bird. Not just any bird but the ever so delicious turkey. If you are reading this with no idea on how to make a Thanksgiving dinner remember we have recipes for all you favorites on clubhusband.com
We are glad we could help.
I would love to stay here and blog the morning away hopped up on coffee and donuts but I have work to do.
Yes Thanksgiving is the one day of the year I rise and do actual work. I prepare, stuff and roast a turkey. It’s a tough job but it has great rewards so I don’t mind.
By the way, just for the record, I also make gravy and watch football.
Must be why I fall asleep right after dinner.
Too much hard work!
This Thanksgiving I am thankful for;
Dale Earnhardt Jr
Memories of Dale Earnhardt
My riding lawn mower
Oprah’s head is too big for Mount Rushmore
Soap Operas are not on during the night
Patrick White plays for West Virginia
My father taught me to cook
My Mother didn’t teach me to cook
Sarah Palin is still governor of Alaska
Brett Favre is proving there is life after 39, even in New York
Bobby Cox still manages the Atlanta Braves
Danny Ainge turned around the Celtics
George Bush is soon leaving the building
Pumpkin Pie provides a diversion for my kids from my apple pie
Soft tacos (can you tell I am hungry?)
Grass doesn’t grow in Winter
I was getting a little stir crazy from sitting at my desk. I made the mistake of wandering into the living room. My wife is home and she had Doperah on the television. No, not literally on our set – it has a weight capacity of one ton metric.
This pontificating bag of warm wind was again telling everyone how great she is. She was reading cards people wrote her thanking her for being Oprah the Magnificent.
This woman should be a ride at Disney World – no not because she is larger than Space Mountain but because she loves people to jump on her fat butt and kiss away. Yes I agree this would be a disgusting ride but it would still be less irritating than It’s a Small World After All.
Julius Caesar, Alexander the Great and Hitler looked modest compared to the queen of mindless housewives.
She gives narcissists a bad name!
If you care who won Dancing with the Stars you already know it was Brooke Burke and Derek Hough. Brooke was our favorite although she disappointed us greatly with her final dance. Not that it wasn’t good – it was, she was fully clothed and doing a waltz.
I don’t tune into this show to see her or Julianne Hough dressed and they both were last night. We like it when they wear their Latin attire or something just as scant and wiggle their hips in time to any song on the planet. It can be Happy Birthday for all we care!
Warren Sapp the terror of the NFL and the Teddy Bear of ABC, finished second. Notice how his partner, Kim Johnson and Brooke Burke had the best shakables of the top three?
Last night Dancing with the Stars mentioned Julianne Hough will no longer be on the show.
That will free up a couple of hours a week for me.
I would guess it is because of her Nashville career, so maybe I will spend my new found time watching CMT.
Brooke Burke and her partner Derek Hough are the favorites to win it all tonight. The Dancing with the Stars duo made a statement when they finished the night with a perfect 30.
Their free style dance started a little slow but when Brooke peeled off her dress things heated up fast.
The other finalists, Warren Sapp and Lance Bass kept it close with their dancing but I am guessing it will be no cigar for them.
Brooke Burke and Derek Hough, brother of two time champion Julianne Hough, have been the class of the field all year with the exception of a rough dance last week.
Warren Sapp and Lance Bass have large fan bases but Brooke has other things things that draw votes and they will earn her the mirrored ball trophy.
Is getting some one’s wife to show up to a cold practice funny?
Three Card Monte – USA wins world championship
The United States government has won the Three Card Monte Championship. Unfortunately the U.S. tax payer lost.
If you are not familiar with the game Three Card Monte, it is similar to the shell game. A player bets on where a certain card is while a deal moves three cards around face down. In other words a dealer takes, let’s say, two kings and a queen, shows you the where he places the queen then begins in rapid movements to move all three cards around. You then pick where you think the queen is and if you are right you win.
The U.S. government plays the game with auto executives and bank presidents. They call three auto executives up to capital hill. The U.S. congress grills them for two days. Asking them everything from their pay structure to how much their private jets cost. In return the congress agrees to consider giving them 25 billion dollars in financial help.
The American tax payer becomes enraged. We write blogs and op ed pieces derailing the bailout of Detroit. While we are busy being angry they give Citigroup Bank another 20 billion and guarantee 300 billion of their bad debts. I say “another” because they already received 25 billion from the TARP bailout money.
Detroit was, like the dealer shows the cards, held up for all to see during regular business hours on a week day. Citi was handed the money behind our back, on a Sunday evening, just like the money given to AIG.
It’s funny how banks and insurance companies get money on Sunday while Detroit gets turned down for insufficient paper work on a week day.
Round and round the bailout money goes where she stops nobody knows.
I am against bailing out Chrysler, Ford and GM but if we can find over 300 billion in resources to save one bank can’t we find a way to save our auto makers?
I think one way to save them would be to tell Citi if they want their money there is one catch. You must finance cars. Any new car bought by any American. We would of course allow them to slide their interest rate depending on credit risk
But not too much!
Say one per cent for great credit to ten per cent for bad credit. There are many who would say this is too low. Remember if you are saying this, essentially Citi would be loaning us OUR OWN MONEY.
If they don’t want the deal maybe they have a better offer.
Maybe they and congress could earn it on the streets of New York or Washington.
After all, they are champions.
There are two kinds of people who read me on Mondays. One group reads me because it makes their weekend seem better to hear about mine. The other group reads me because my trials and tribulations bring a smile to their face.
Whichever group you fall into, I am glad I can help.
Mondays are the worst. Every weekend I promise myself I will rest and start Monday fresh as a mountain stream right before the bear does his business in it. I always break that promise. I end up wearing myself thin watching football, NASCAR and an occasional LPGA event.
Do you know how tiring it is to spend all day on a couch watching grown men and women in short skirts compete? Sure it doesn’t sound hard but when you think, I also have to dip my own chips into the salsa, then it becomes clearer.
Then you throw in a pizza for dinner and a lunch of chicken wings and you can see why Mondays find me exhausted.
This weekend was especially difficult.
I had to help Patrick White lead the Mountaineers to victory over Louisville. I was summoned to help Paula Creamer fight back illness to finish third in a million dollar tournament. All from the comfort of my living room!
Then I had to do the unthinkable. Live a weekend without NASCAR!
It had been 10 months since I had to endure such pain. Sure the guys take a weekend off here and there but you still have Nationwide racing. It may not have the excitement of Sprint Cup but it beats mowing the lawn any day of the weekend.
So now you understand why it’s noon and I am just getting around to spewing my nonsense onto the World Wide Web.
I am exhausted!