OK, this is the absolute freakiest crucifix I have ever seen. I have been in so many different Catholic churches in my life, I can't count them all, and I have never, ever seen a crucifix like this one. Now perhaps that's because all the churches I've been in are in the United States and this particular one was in a church in England.
But holy cow! This looks like Jesus was starved for months, has a horribly misshapen ribcage and then was thrown on a burning pyre for about 20 minutes before being haulf off and nailed to the cross. I mean, dang!
If I hadn't seen the photo, I would have thought people were overreacting when they said children were scared of it, but after seeing the photo, I think it's going to give me nightmares.
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Hmmmmm ... what to say, what to say? It's a nightly struggle, because I can't say everything, you know. But I will tell you about one little tragedy that befell me tonight: I burned my tongue on my soup. Ain't that sad? 
You know what I think is creepy? When animals in movies or photos have people faces. One of the freakiest parts of the original "The Fly" was when David Hedison's tiny little face was put on the fly's body and he was calling out, "Help me" in that tiny little voice. 
shudder
I saw "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman" is out in a boxed set of all seven seasons. I loved that show when it was on and never missed it. I especially liked how it featured strong, competent female characters (something you don't see on TV very often) and drew a lot of storylines directly from history. I really was sad when they canceled it. But now I'm going to buy it for myself because I want it. Oh, and my parents sent me money for Christmas, so I'm gonna spend it on something frivolous that I will get years of enjoyment out of.
So back to work tomorrow. Honestly, it's time for me to go back. I spent time this weekend cleaning out kitchen cupboards, getting an electronic dart board hung in our downstairs, getting the house all calendared up for 2009 and assorted other minor chores, which strangely, included a fair amount of cleaning and decluttering. You know when I've been driven to that, it's really time to get back to work because I'm bored!
On top of all of that, I made macaroni and cheese from scratch (using real grated cheddar stirred into a homemade white sauce and so on), which is, IMO, the only mac & cheese really worth eating. It was delicious. But it's such a homemakerly thing to do, it kind of freaked me out. So it's back to work I go tomorrow when I shall be free to once more say, "Oh, I'm just too tired to do (add chore of your choice)."
The one thing I'll miss is lazing around in bed all morning, because I love doing that. I've been nestling down in the flannel sheets and it's so cozy. I love when it's time to put the flannel sheets on.
Time to get my Hulu on for awhile. 
Everyone scoot on over to Adamdarling's blog and wish her happy birthday. Just don't be too loud or stay too late, because she's an old woman and needs her rest. Go on now!
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What I think is weird are the people who have these blogs and are pretending they are just regular blogs, but really are just advertising one thing or the other. It's obvious they get paid to post what is basically an advertisement. That's OK -- everyone is entitled to make money. I just think it's dishonest and skeevy to pretend to be blogging about something honestly when in reality they're getting paid for it. That's called not having ethics, people because, really, are you going to write something about a product or service if you're getting paid for said writing? Uh ... no.
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Is anyone else laughing their heads off over the "free" heaters that are being "given away" encased in $200 mantels constructed by Amish carpenters who are working feverishly to keep up with demand so great, they've had to impose a two-heater limit per family? I die every time they show the Amish people hammering the mantels together in their workshop wearing fake beards. 
Let's see here. Went to a movie today with hubby. He refuses to go to the ticket window and buy the tickets. Know why? No, of course you don't.
He's reluctant to go and ask for one senior and one regular admission. The senior age limit is clearly spelled out on a sign right there: it's 55. Hubby is 56. He obviously qualifies for the 50 cent discount and -- let's face it -- in these trying times, 50 cents is nothing to sneeze at.
As we're walking in from the car, we usually sort of take an assessment of who has the most cash to decide who gets to buy the tickets. Today it was hubby's turn and when I reminded him to ask for the discount, he handed the money to me. So I got to the ticket window, asked for one senior and one regular admission and all was well. He told me he's convinced they'll ask him to show his ID and prove his age, and I told him he definitely looks 55 and no one is going to question him. I don't think he was too happy with that but if it makes him feel better, I'll continue to do the movie ticket buying.
But since Utah kicked Alabama's ass in the Sugar Bowl tonight (I mean, kicked up that football field and back down again), he was happy again, so there's peace in the valley once more. Heh.
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It's so nice to see John McCain turn back into John McCain again. Losing that election was the best thing that could have happened to him. What those people turned him into during that campaign was a cryin' shame. Welcome back, John.
About pity parties: You know, everyone needs to wallow in self-pity sometimes. (As I typed that, in the background, I heard Dean Martin crooning, "Everybody needs to wallow in self-pity sometimes" to the tune of "Everybody Loves Somebody (Sometime).")
But really, we do. It's just that you have to know when to snap out of it and you have to know when to quit sharing it publicly or when not to share it publicly at all. (I'm at the point that I've just become so suspicious of "Munchausen by Internet" that I hardly believe anyone anymore.)
And if you can't snap out of it, you need to go get professional help. Clinical depression sometimes requires medical attention, but certainly can't be cured by posting on the Internet or complaining in a chat room.
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Hubby and I were talking about "Flipper" tonight and then, of course, we started trying to imitate Flipper. And the more we did our horrible imitations of that incredibly clever marine mammal, the more we laughed because they were ridiculous. Just do your own Flipper imitation and try to keep a straight face. 
With just about 20 minutes left in 2008, I'll say I hope 2009 is better and Happy New Year to most. I just really can't say "all" because that's how I am. You should know that about me by now.
It was fun spending the East Coast New Year with some old pals in BW chat. Good times, people!
Thanks to Jim for the expertly mixed Sloe Gin Fizz, to lijebeck for sharing her bottle of sparkling wine with us, to AD for the cute balloon puppy (even if it did get popped by holliday's balloon giraffe) and to Bette for singing along with my smaltzy and slightly inebriated version of "Auld Lang Syne." I love that song but I absolutely can't sing it without crying.
"We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne." 
I wasted a lot of time tonight. My excuse is, I got lost on the Internets, so it's not my fault.
And I've been thinking that President-elect Obama should always wear sunglasses because -- day-um! -- that man is hot in shades. Just lookin' at him, I never think he's anything to write home about in the looks department (give me Joe Biden for that any day -- mmmmm, silvery hair) but when Obama has the shades on, he looks both cool and hot.
Check out this one and this one from the cover of Ebony and this one from a stop in Bozeman.
Now that's what I'm talkin' about. 
Just another day in paradise.
Anyone watching "The Deadliest Catch" marathon? I'm getting all psyched up for the new season. I wish I were strong enough to do that because I'd love to make $50,000 for a couple of weeks' work. It says something about how few people can cope with that kind of work because they are always breaking in a new greenhorn on every boat. I don't have to feel guilty because the only crab I eat is Dungeness and they don't catch that in Alaska. (It's mainly caught commercially in Oregon, though we always caught it in Washington.)
I've seen some nice Dungeness in the stores in these parts for $3.99 a pound, so I think that might be our New Year's Eve supper. We have an invitation for dinner that night, but we're leaning toward staying home, at least to eat. We'll see.
I talked to my sister on the phone tonight for an hour and 20 minutes. Good thing I just got that new-to-me cell battery because I didn't have any problem with the phone going dead.
Speaking of phones, our landline rang this morning. When we don't recognize who's calling, we screen it. This time it was some guy who had dialed wrong (we get a lot of those) and thought he was leaving a message with his dentist's office, going on about his insurance and so on. I picked up as quickly as I could to tell him he'd gotten the wrong number because I wanted to make sure he really did end up talking to his dentist.
I'm always a little weirded out when we come home from work and find a doctor's office has mistakenly called our number and left messages for someone who doesn't live here. It's happened several times and I wonder just how many wrong numbers they call in a day.
While watching one of my "Starsky & Hutch" episodes last night, I saw in the credits, the name Jean Hagen. I knew she was someone famous, but I couldn't place her until I looked her up on IMDB. Dang, I couldn't believe she was Lina Lamont because she didn't look familiar at all. I loved her in that movie. In this S&H episode, called "The Hostages," she plays a madame. The ep also guest stars a very young John Ritter and a youngster named Kristy McNichol. Sadly, Hagen died not too long after doing a couple of guest-star spots in the '70s. 
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While I do think it would be pretty embarrassing to have a monkey tail when no one else did (I can't forget how mortified the kid was in "Jumanji" when he ended up with a tail), I do think it would be pretty useful to have one. So it's too bad that tails aren't standard issue for humans, because it would come in mighty handy to have a tail that could be used to grip so you could hold on to things when your hands were full. We'd probably never have to worry about falling because monkeys seem to be able to hang from their tails indefinitely.
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Hope you had a great Thanksgiving! 
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