And So It All Starts Again, or Things I Learned on My “Holiday” Vacation

New Year’s Day: Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. ~Mark Twain

We all have good intentions, don’t we? In fact, this past week, I intended on seriously focused time to recharge and reconnect. In reality, I managed one trip to a yarn shop, one nice lunch, getting the tree and Santas down and finished one hat. The list of things I didn’t get to is longer than a city block.

This year, when told “Happy Holidays” at whatever store I’d just visited, the obvious recipient’s cringe of “Merry Christmas” was more often than not replaced by a smile, a thank you, and “a Merry Christmas to you as well.” I have no statistics, sexy graphs or smokin’ video to back up my claim. Just simple observation skills. No eggnog was involved in this informal survey.

Lou Holtz is quickly becoming the ESPN version of Ozzy Osbourne. Either he needs his dentures refit or a speech therapist. I wonder how long it will be before he gets his own reality show where he mumbles and stumbles about a mansion filled with dogs and petulant, tattooed teenagers?

No comment on Dick Clark.

Also no comment on the Dawgs.

History does repeat itself.

Really? Really? Just because you’re mad at the mayor, you let people die?

A Georgia Democrat beclowns himself. Then at a press conference where he was not apologizing for his remarks, his “protection” assaulted a Macon Telegraph photographer. Then the “protection,” who may be related to the State Senator, is charged. Calling for at least a statement of some type from the state Democratic machine, progressives turn on each other (Warning: Comments NSFW!). Stay tuned, this is almost as good as Days of Our Lives.

And yes, MOTUS, there is NO shame. None whatsoever. Eye-bleach, please.

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