Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Video)

(To the tune of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”)
It’s the most horrible time of the year.
Politicians are yelling, then about-face telling you, “Be of good cheer!”
It’s the most horrible time of the year.
It’s the crap crappiest season of all
With black Friday seething,
then stomping and beating on people who fall.
It’s the crap crappiest season of all.
There’ll be family you’re hosting
And black eyes from boasting
And people thrown out in the snow.
There’ll be mean sober Lori,
Then sloppy drunk Lori
From holidays long, long ago.
It’s the most dreadful time of the year.
There’ll be much mistletoe-ing
And fear will be growing when uncles come near
It’s the most dreadful time.
(I think I might drink myself blind.)
It’s the most god-awful time of the year.  

90’s on 9

Satellite radio is my latest addiction. I blame all of you for not persuading me to get it sooner. In addition to a 24/7 stand up comedy station, there’s a channel called 90’s on 9, and it is a major blast from my middle/high school past.

I’d like to share with you a few of the gems I’ve heard lately.
This video was the inspiration for Simon Cowell’s fade.
I was not aware that Nate Dogg was no longer with us. It’s a good thing all doggs go to heaven, yo.

Wilson Phillips. No explanation necessary.

My favorite part of this video is the fried chicken buffet at 3:13. Prison food looks good, licky boom-boom down. 


Storm of the Century

We were warned about it for days. It was to be the first winter storm of 2010 for Nashville. Every grocery store in middle Tennessee was ravaged and raped of milk, bread and toilet paper, but in the end we only received two or three inches. It was, however, enough to close schools for a couple of days and gave everyone a little something to play in.

Being eighteen months old, it was the first snow that my son, Luke, was able to really enjoy. That alone made it special. When he awoke from his nap on Thursday the ground was finally covered and we suited up to head outside. Unfortunately, most of our winter gear was in my car, which Brantley had taken to work…so we improvised.

I ultimately decided that A) if you wear enough layers you don’t really need a big coat and B) tube socks pulled up your arms is a fine substitute for mittens. Luke didn’t seem to mind. Just compare his state of happiness in the photo of him wearing socks on his hands versus real mittens. No contest.