First there was a Man. Then a Woman. Then in quick succession, two cats, a confused dog beast, and two kids. I stay at home with them. I'm the Man

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Please don't heart me and Christmas Magic

So I've been seeing this a lot lately <3.  In blog posts or emails or what have you.  I learned that when you type that into facebook, it becomes a heart.  I do not have a facebook account, but the Peanut Man does, and mad chicks are always heart-ting him.

But it's not a heart when you type it other places.  When you type this: <3
in other places, it's a set of testicles.

I don't mean to be snarky.  I just don't want to feel like I'm getting tea-bagged every time I read your message.

So please, stop putting your e-balls on my e-face.

Thank you

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I have a new (to me) piece of Christmas trivia.  It seems that in Panama, children don't address their Christmas correspondence to Santa.  They address it to : Baby Jesus, c/o St. Peter.*

I like that they aim high.  Why write to Santa for a bike when you can write to the Baby Jesus for a set of wings or a bike that can read minds?

I don't like that it's c/o St. Peter.  Baby Jesus can't read his own fan mail?  He just let's his manager send out form letters.  "Dear your name here,
Thank you for the letter!
B-Jeez appreciates and loves each and everyone one of his fans.  After all, without his fans, does he even exist?  Many regards blah blah blah etc.  "  And then an obvious signature stamp.

And St. Peter. ?  He has to work the door, keep the lists, and answer the fan mail.  And probably do the taxes and fill out the insurance forms.  Poor St. Peter.   Eternity's bureaucrat.

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We're trying to have Chanukah and get ready for the P-man's b-day sunday and Christmas next week.  So I've been trying to stay organized.  With the two babies and everything else, I've been making todo lists.  Today, I crossed off laundry.  And then I just laughed and laughed.  Two babies.  Laundry is never done.

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We went to a local Zoo tonight.  Every year they put up a ton of Christmas lights and they have rides and Santa and live reindeer.  Which the Peanut got to pat.  Awesome.  I should have pictures eventually.
She would not pat Santa.

With the Holiday spirit,

Homemaker Man

*I can't speak to the accuracy of this.  I got it off the Christmas music channel on the tv.

13 comments:

  1. The heart thingy is genius no?!
    The zoo trip sounds so delightful...hope you can post some photos one day...
    Santa still freaks me out sometimes...childhood trauma, still trying to heal!

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  2. As a fellow SAHD, I laughed to myself when you crossed laundry off of your list. Then you redeemed yourself by noting that "finished laundry" is an oxymoron. Nice save.

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  3. So, um, if Santa letters are addressed c/o St. Peter, what happens to the letters that are simply addressed to Baby Jesus? And who reads them? And what are they about?

    That's creepy

    Oh yeah and this is for you <3

    ...it's a carrot for goodness sake!

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  4. S.C.-I know, right? They must import it.

    L--Well, the reason I don't have pics already is because I forgot our &*$%! camera. So we have to rely on someone else. As always, I'm a moron

    A.H.A.U.-You know he totally makes St. Peter separate out the green M&Ms. Even though he could just turn all of them green himself.

    N.D.-Hi! Thank you for commenting and following.

    T-A carrot with balls on top?

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  5. I must not have anyone that hearts me, as that <3 thing is news to me. Although, I did splutter and studder yesterday to come up with an age appropriate reason that I refuse to buy white asparagus.

    My husband's favorite gripe? "You're always doing laundry, can't you just do it all and be done with it?" Usually he asks this question when I am holding my reflux baby, because, at least *I* can appreciate the irony.

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  6. You could just wash one out of every 3 things of your husband's. then you get less laundry and he gets a fun new game. Fortunately for me, Tumblweed is pretty understanding about the laundry.

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  7. Sweet! I kinda like that. Pretty sure that paired socks will never be washed together again.

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  8. I have this constant feeling that I'm ALMOST finished with the laundry, but your post confirms it. With 3 kids and a man who runs marathons...I will
    NEVER
    be
    FINISHED
    with
    the
    LAUNDRY!!!
    (heart)- just kidding!

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  9. I'll never look at the heart thing again without thinking of testicles.

    Now I really AM a pervert.

    Thanks a lot!

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  10. LOL!!! I laughed out loud when I read this! I just loved it! Why write to St Peter when it's St Nicholas who is the patron Saint of Children?
    Or Santa Clause, depending on where in the world you live.
    I take it that you have read my post! I'm English through and through, except for the branches of the far flung family that live in America and Australia, but I lived in America myself for a while, well, if you can call 10 months a while!
    I am the one to blame for using LOL quite a lot, but I have never, ever used <3 before! I don't think that I'll ever look at it in the same way again now!

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  11. You said "tea-bagged." I nearly fell off my chair laughing...

    And "Eternity's bureaucrat"?? Complete winner.

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