whew.

I'm finally done with our knitting orders. The cookies are baked, the goody bags made. Now all I have to do is knit christmas gifts for my family and do some shopping. Hopefully I'll get done by the 24th. Ugh.

News Flash: Mary was a whore.

I watched a part of some show called 'The Mystery of Christmas' the other night. There were a few religious scholars trying to explain the immaculate conception. Apparently, Mary had premarital sex with Joseph and to cover it up, someone (maybe it was Caesar) came up with the virgin birth idea and spread it around. I didn't get the whole story, but I thought it was amusing. There were several explainations, but that was the gist of it. OK, so Mary wasn't a whore, per say, but she did like the nookie Joseph was giving her. And Jesus was an illegitimate child. Sweet.

Festivus for the rest of us

Since, technically, I'm an aetheist and this year has just been too hectic to celebrate the over commercialized holiday known as Christmas (which is actually is an observance of the winter solstice and not really Christ's b-day), I have decided to celebrate on Saturday with my local friends (what's left of them, anyway) a holiday called Festivus. Yeah, it's something imaginary from the mind of Seinfeld or Larry David, but it works for me. I have no idea where I will have this soiree-I'm sure I'll decide at the last minute. I'm also sure, as usual, that a few people will back out like they always do. I've become numb to all of the excuses people give for not wanting to go out. Really, there are only 2 excuses, ones people never tell you because they are too embarrassed or think you don't want to hear the truth. One is, basically, that their significant other doesn't want to go out/doesn't want their companion to go out, so what one decides is the others decision also. Two is that they have things they would rather be doing than go out with you. Like stay at home and be bored with the person who doesn't want them to go out. You see where I'm going with this. Why do people have to be stuck up each others assholes when they are dating or married to someone? I don't get it, but whatever... It's not all couples, but most of the ones I know or have known. And I don't mean it as an insult-but, damn, I just don't understand the concept of not wanting freedom. Just because you're in a relationship doesn't mean you can't go have a beer with your friend or go shopping alone. As long as you're not fucking someone else, who cares? OK, I'll shutup now. I'm going to bed.