Sunday, December 30, 2007

Get Behind me Satan

Nothing says merry christmas like getting rid of your devilish area code number, eh? Myself, I love calling the local Papa John's because the last part of the phone number? 666. SATAN'S PIZZA! No wonder it tastes so dang good, all covered with the mark of the beast...

We briefly looked at a house for sale with the house number "666"... we decided against it because, cute as a button, it was built out of asbestos. Nope. Even though I'm sure that would provide ample protection against the hellfire and brimstone, I was not interested in living in a possible carcinogenic abode. Recently, though, I drove by and noticed that the new owners had had the number changed to 669. Hmm. Interesting choice, is it not? Apparently Satan was no good, but spicy sexual practices? Right on.

Anyway, I was listening to the BBC the other night and heard this report about a town in Louisiana that struggled for FORTY years to get their area code changed from the dreaded prefix "666." Now residents can opt for the placid, non-Antichrist summoning "749." Yawn.

Their mayor explained that after four failed attempts, they are just so glad to have the new number because ""This is a good town. ... We're good Christian people.".

Monday, December 24, 2007

Happy Holidays


Christmas memories...
...lying under the Christmas tree, staring up into the branches and thinking it was like a little forest of lights, a magical world...
...the painful burn of hot peanut brittle under my hands as I stretched it, pulled it, making thin little threads of sugary goodness...
...dim-bright mornings, waiting for my sister to finish putting on her makeup so that we could open our presents...
...the first year I played Santa, staying up till 3 am wrapping and getting everything ready... and my son's eyes when he saw all the presents...
...candles in church, the hot wax dripping onto the circular cardboard protecter...

I hope you have a wonderful holiday.