Have you ever, just once, heard someone complain about the usage of, 'Merry Christmas.' I'm an atheist and I say, Merry Christmas. It's f-ing Christmas!
Why do old people shop at Piggly Wiggly? Do they get a huge discount, or, free stuff? I was waiting for a bus the other day and watching old folks crawl, creep, and scooter drive into the store. 95% of shoppers were over the age of 70. I kid you not! Why? I was really tempted to take a survey but the mechanical Santa was hogging prime space.
Unlike Pelosi who says she hates no one, I can say I detest many- mostly the members of the Republican party who voted, "No," for impeachment. Something is so very wrong, here. Also, Elizabeth Warren is falling in the polls. No one wants actual statistics or a reality check. Her plans are not being well received. Change costs money. Hang in there, Elizabeth.
Okay, now something very personal. My family doesn't read my blog anyway, but what I'm going to write might make you think less of me. Anyway, my younger sister's husband died last week. There will be a memorial service for him tomorrow. I don't plan on going. I didn't like him. He was lazy. He never washed himself. He abused his kids when they were younger. The last five years or so he had been in an assisted living facility because he was too lazy to take care of his health issues. I think it was when my older sister and I overheard a conversation he was having over the phone with his wife. We could hear him loud and clear. He wanted to move two hours away to a facility to be closer to his brothers who have never bothered to visit him. My sister always had to drive her husband to family events. So, hubby also wanted my sister to buy a new car so she could drive back and forth, a four hour trip, several times a week. He had no regard for what he was putting her through, plus the fact they don't have money. As my sister listened to him without anger or rage, I was incensed. I don't know if he had her brainwashed or she was just damned tired of it all, but she didn't seem upset by the fact he wanted her to do his bidding. She wasn't going to, still, how do you live with a useless, ungrateful pig? I'm relieved he's gone. Maybe my sister can have a life now.
Ending on a lighter note (maybe) I need your opinion. I know I'm weird, but how weird is over the top, moving into crazy land? A few years back my sister sent me these two little rubber hero dolls which she got from some company advertising their name, blah, blah... so I privately sent her funny pictures of Fred and Derf, swimming, getting into general mischief. Going through my Christmas decorations I found them and posted on fb pictures of them (see below) again. Do you think I should stop this nonsense and grow up. Is it creepy weird? Hmm, maybe that wasn't a lighter note.