Dirty Dirty Santa…Parties

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I normally post about five times a week. After last week, especially Friday, the wind was totally sucked out of my sails and then I had to work all weekend. Which was good for me as I am much happier busy than idle. I had time to think of some funny for you so after much research-here are my ideas for that fun Dirty Santa or White Elephant Christmas party you have to go to!

These are the parties that you go to where you choose a number, then choose a gift, unwrap it, look excited then trade it for something you like better.  Stealing the popular gift can make enemies. There are rules :  1.  Never steal the cute holiday plate set from the top sales agent in the office.  Especially if you are new.  2.  Never steal the bottle of Grey Goose and Makers Mark from the nicest agent in the office, especially if you are a vendor visiting the party and brought a crappy vendor logo cooler no one wants. 3.  If you hate your gift, don’t keep yelling about it and begging people to take it.  This is obnoxious, and makes the giver of that crappy gift feel even crappier.  4.  Even though they usually have one or two extra gifts for the losers who forget to bring one and want to participate, at the very least drop a $10 in the bucket and you will be good.

There is always one or two that are NOT white elephants that everyone is jonesing for. Usually brought by the most insecure person in the room looking for validation and more friends. I call them the Dirty SantaHOLES. They make you feel bad that you wrapped up that Claxton Fruit Cake in reused Christmas tissue paper when they brought the designer tree skirt everyone is stealing from everyone in the room. So let’s get creative!

What I found this week:

FARTING SANTA

Christmas Toilet Seat

I've ALWAYS wanted to sit on santa's face...eBay

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to sit on santa’s face…eBay

Santa Troll Doll

Nothing like a TROLL that ends up under your tree

Nothing like a TROLL that ends up under your tree

Penis Pasta

Ahhhhh, ALFREDO!

Ahhhhh, ALFREDO!

I Love My Vibrator Coffee Cup

Now, ALL your coworkers will know! Avail on eBay

Now, ALL your coworkers will know! Avail on eBay

Men’s Christmas Thong

Get that Elf off your shelf and into your boudoir!

Get that Elf off your shelf and into your boudoir!

Monkey Butt Powder

Available at Amazon...

Available at Amazon…

Lady Gaga Singing Tooth Brush

There are just no words...

There are just no words…

I went to one of these events yesterday at my office. Since it was co-ed, the case of Guinness beer (along with a framed photo of the gifter) was the big hit.  There were also some people who took ‘dirty’ Santa literally.  There was a Fifty Shades of Grey CD, a sex board game, a mask and whip set, and sanitary booties. Okay….

I’m thinking there was a theme here…

Happy gift giving, from the Mermaid!

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Where Were You? Hating the ‘Quiet’ After 9/11

Painting by Jane F Beebe @Copyright Jane Finn Beebe

That’s the question every is asking today. It’s been 11 years.

We are still in a war in Afghanistan.

We have troops all over the world.

Airplane travel is not what it used to be.

Every time there is some outbreak of some weird disease, or West Nile, or Hantavirus, or flesh-eating bacteria, you can’t tell me that you don’t raise your eyes just a teensy bit at that kind of thing.

My family was in New Jersey in the 70s and 80s. We lived in a quaint small Jersey town on the Erie Lackawanna commuter train. Mom would take dad to the train every morning . Dad would ride the Lackawanna in to Hoboken and then take the PATH into the World Trade Center stop. He worked for AT&T at 195 Broadway for years. We used to love going in and meeting him for lunch. We would watch the fish mongers at South St Seaport. We toured the WTC many times. Dad was there when that guy walked on a tightrope between both of the towers.  It was a great experience and left wonderful memories of growing up ‘Jersey’.

Labor Day weekend 2001 BC and I went with friends to Manhattan for the weekend to see the US Open and enjoy a kid free, restaurant and touring filled long weekend. On the Saturday of that weekend our plans were to go to the top of the WTC as our friends had never done that and then enjoy a drink at Windows on the World. We arrived at a subway stop and walked up the stairs only to hear that the subway was not going all the way downtown because of repairs, and that you had to take a bus. The lines were ridiculous. So we decided–‘We’ll get it on our next trip’.

My how life changes in 5 days.

Where was I?  I was getting ready to go to the barn and ride my horse that morning after I dropped off (then) 6 at kindergarten.  BC was down in the man cave on his computer, natch.  I was watching the TODAY show and when they came on looking quite confused talking about a possible small plane going in to one of the towers, I called down to BC and told him to come up and see this.  He came up and was watching, and then said, “I don’t think that was a small plane, honey.” A while later we actually watched the other plane go in.  The feeling in my stomach was horrible.  BC is ex-Air Force and commented quietly, ‘This is not good…”

The rest of that day and week was spent watching the  TV and listening to the radio.  Driving around, even here in Atlanta, was a surreal experience.  The quiet was palpable in stores, in schools, everywhere.  Almost eerie.  That  is what I remember.  And it didn’t go away really fast.  It took some time to get back to normal.  If you even call it that.  It’s just different now.  How different, I don’t know, but it is.  Loss of innocence.  I guess.

We were coming back from a Christmas trip to Brussels Belgium in 2010.  We traveled on Christmas day back to Atlanta.  BC was flying the plane.  About an hour before we were to land, the first officer came on the microphone and told us that the FAA didn’t want anyone up, in the aisle, or un-escorted to the lavatory for the last hour of the flight. OK, I think to myself, this is unusual. One of the flight attendants husband who went with us immediately got on his smart phone and told me that there was some incident going on at the Detroit airport – the underwear bomber.  No one really knew what was happening, but there was that quiet again. 

I don’t ever want to hear THAT quiet again.

There are many posts and stories told today-even around the world.  I just needed to add mine.