Can you believe that this is the only way I can get gifts into the house without my kids knowing about them? I don't care what they say about how light-weight those new iPads are, they get heavy after carting them around on your head for a couple of hours.

Can you believe that this is the only way I can get gifts into the house without my kids knowing about them? I don’t care what they say about how light-weight those new iPads are, they get heavy after carting them around on your head for a couple of hours.

This is a busy time of year, no matter what you believe or who you are.

  • Adults of all faiths (from Aladurists to Zoroastrianists and more than a bazilllion Amazon-Dot-Commerists, too) are preparing for some festival of impoverishment followed by an abundance of unnecessary items requiring batteries and instructions more complicated than diffusing a bomb. The festival also entails overrnourishment followed by lethargy while reminiscing about disasters of the past  year.

    Keep looking. I know little Jimmy is under here somewhere.

    Keep looking. I know little Timmy is under here somewhere.  Where’s Lassie when you need him? Good Grief, we lost him, too!

  • Children (those resource and energy drainers between the ages of 0 and 40 still living with you) are scanning the internet to add to their “wish list.” They are also bemoaning any of your attempts to “simplify” the holidays this year by invoking the dreaded guilt-laden word: “tradition.”

    Please let my parents be hearing this. They don't want a super big tree this year or  any lights to outline our house and every single bush in the yard. That's just wrong. Grandpa, you're in Heaven, right? Can you please tell then how sad you'll be if they don't go all out this year? Thanks. Amen.

    Please let my parents be hearing this. They don’t want a super big tree this year or any lights to outline our house and every single bush in the yard. They’ve also mentioned giving to charities instead of buying me presents. That’s just wrong. Grandpa, you’re in Heaven, right? Can you please tell them how sad you’ll be if they don’t go all out this year? Thanks. Amen.

  • Your pets are trying not to get roped into those daffy holiday costumes for those silly holiday pictures.
    grumpy cat

Let’s face it. Everyone is busy. And stressed.

I sense you need a break.

The last thing you need is another blogger, like me, bombarding you with posts every other day or so, right? I thought as much!

In a totally selfless act, I have again decided to skip town without my computer and give all of you a much-needed break from me. I know, sometimes even I can’t believe how kind I am!

Yeah, well, my halo sometimes needs a bit of adjusting...

Yeah, well, my halo sometimes needs a bit of adjusting…

This time, I’m not headed west. Have you seen the weather out there since I left?

I was looking at condos in the Portland area just recently. This is a nice second-story unit. The view is quite literally breathtaking.

I was looking at condos in the Portland area just recently. This is a nice second-story unit. The view is quite literally breathtaking.

This time I’m headed south. To the Bahamas. I’ll be there plenty of time to give you a good respite from having to read my posts. You’re welcome.

Me in Maui. I just wanted you to know what I look like on vacation while on an island. I'm standing under a very large Banyan tree, which they probably don't have in the Bahamas. So I'll have to stand under something else shady instead...

Me in Maui. I just wanted you to know what I look like on vacation while on an island. I’m standing under a very large Banyan tree, which they probably don’t have in the Bahamas. So I’ll have to stand under something else shady instead…

In case you want to do another treasure hunt, I did two guest posts on Sunday. For the one about lessons I learned as a college professor, Click here. I wrote it for The Mature Student Hanging in There.    Click here for one about my suspicions that I might be mentally ill.  I wrote that one for my Sunday gig over at Legends Undying.

I know it's a lot of work--all that clicking and going over to other blogs, but grab a mug of mulled cider or spiked eggnog and relax. Just don't let the boss catch you!

I know it’s a lot of work–all that clicking and going over to other blogs. Hey! I have a thought! Grab a mug of mulled cider or spiked eggnog and relax while you sniff out my other posts. Just don’t let the boss catch you!

I’ll catch up with you all when I get back!