annieology

Friday I took a flight.  My seat was stolen by none other than a CPS worker.  She played the pathetic orphan card.  She had failed to arrange the seats properly for her and her four charges so she disrupted the whole plane getting them all to sit together.  She was in my seat.  And I got the joy of sitting in her seat, next to the gum smacking granny who couldn’t hear her loud self chomping on her gum because she was wearing her Bose noise reduction headphones, that she never turned off.  Luckily her blatant disregard for keeping on her electronic device did not cause the plane to crash.  Because right now my husband would be sifting through the  CPS workers body parts and I would be burning in Hell because she can’t figure out online check in.

While we are on the subject of air travel.  Don’t try to push your way past me in security because your flight leaves in “five minutes” and you have to stop by immigration.  You aren’t going to make it.

I have convinced several of the many small children that parents are not allowed to buy toys between now and Christmas because we don’t know what Santa has picked out for them.  Judge me for lying to them, but if I don’t lie to them then Santa doesn’t exist in the first place.

I think we are over Santa.

Let’s talk Santa v. God

We know Santa does not exist.  We made him up.  Now, I believe God exists, but cannot prove it.

Why is it ok for me to tell my kids that Santa exists when I can prove he doesn’t, but not ok for me to tell them that God exists when I cannot prove it?

I never have understood that.  When Dagan was little I had this very fight with my boyfriend who was really into the whole Santa thing.  He didn’t believe in God and thought it was cruel that I would withhold the fantasy of Santa from my daughter.  Yet he never did understand why I wouldn’t want to introduce the possibility of God to her.

I am having one of those days when I am hungry.  Doesn’t matter what I eat I feel hungry.  Hungry and full.  Does that every happen to you?  I think it is strange.

I found a pair of leggings last week that cost $540 – I’m not kidding.  $540 for leggings.  Wondering if they can turn you into a six foot leggy blonde.  For that price, they’d better.

Yesterday morning I woke up and had over 1,000 hits and it wasn’t even 9 o’clock.  It turned out to be the best day ever.  And it had been nearly a week since I wrote a post.  I guess I should wear annieology shirts to conventions and airports more often.

The natives are getting restless, so I guess I should do something about that.

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