Category Archives: Holiday merriment

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…

Hap-py birth-day to me-e-e-e-e-e. Happybirthdaytome.

I’m not even going to pretend to blog today. I am, instead, going kayaking. Submit your birthday presents in the slot below, and go out and celebrate your own selves.

A reminder: Tomorrow, I’m guest-hosting John Dankosky’s show, “Where We Live” at 9 a.m. on WNPR. The topic is atheism and humanism. Listen! Call in! Heckle!

Ramadan and the working girl

This is how this Muslim convert figured out how to do Ramadan.

And thanks, Rabia, for letting me steal this from you on Facebook.

Ramadan Mubarak!

To all Muslims, everywhere.

And for the non-Muslims, here’s a guide in how to greet your Muslim friends during this holy month.

It’s the summer solstice tonight!

How are you celebrating?

Me? I intend to be at the town beach, dipping into the town Sound, precisely at 7:09 p.m. It’ll be a baptism, of sorts, but mostly it’ll be a quick way to drench the sweat from this 90+-plus degree day.

(And don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. In fact, I intend to start wearing my hair this way on land, too.)


A little more reading with Sunday’s column…

You can read the column here. Merry Christmas.

Black Friday madness!

And thanks, Tucker and Jeff. You actually didn’t give this to me, but I stole it from you on Facebook, which is far more fun.

Now off to find the Fancy Boy Lip Glitter and the Hair Dye for Newborns.

Reality bites

Or, as Mike the Heathen, who sent this, says: “Ho-ho-hold on a second:”

At the Charles W. Howard Santa Claus School in Midland, Michigan, would-be Jolly Old St. Nicks are being trained to help children downgrade their Christmas expectations. According to the New York Times story, the recession has resulted in:

…a Christmas season in which Santas — including the 115 of them in this year’s graduating class of the Charles W. Howard Santa Claus School — must learn to swiftly size up families’ financial circumstances, gently scale back children’s Christmas gift requests and even how to answer the wish some say they have been hearing with more frequency — “Can you bring my parent a job?”

While I appreciate the notion that children shouldn’t view Christmas as a non-stop me-session (I don’t think children should be encouraged to make Christmas lists — unless those lists are the things they intend to make or buy others), there is something heartbreaking about telling a child “No.” And I say this as someone who, as a mother, was skilled at saying no — except maybe at Christmas. Maybe I’m getting soft. Or maybe I think the recession shouldn’t affect Christmas.