World Peace through Soccer

I get six local stations on my car radio. 


Daily, as my son tries to tune out static, he laments, 'Why does your radio have to suck?'


To which I reply, daily, 'I don't know.'


Yesterday, after a short battle with Dylan over control of the dial, I landed on an APR (American Public Radio) story about fighting in Bethlehem. The reporter was British and spoke over background noises where people were shouting and things were getting broken. As the story progressed, we learned this wasn't a street skirmish as I assumed it would be, but a brawl between clergymen in the Church of the Nativity. 


Right on the spot where Jesus was born! 


'Really?' I pondered aloud. Then to Dylan, 'seems un-cleric-like behavior to me.' And he responded, 'un-Christian-like as well'. The reporter went on to say these punch-ups are not uncommon. Here's a link with video. (I couldn't find an APR link. This is Huffington Post.)


When the story played out, I turned the volume down and told my young son that it would be un-Christian-like for us to judge these men's moronic and counterproductive actions. So, together, we devised this possible solution for the next time one of these clerical punch-ups arise ~ how about tossing a soccer ball in the middle of the fight? Whichever side scores ten points first wins.


Glory Be!
Corky

Social Catalog

This morning at 2:57:40, I received this personal invitation to join a very elite online group:

You're in!

I'm excited to invite you to join Pinterest, a social catalog. I can't wait to have you join our little community.

blah blah blah

Happy pinning!

- Ben & the Pinterest Team

It says right there, 'little community'. I feel honored. Truly. And excited. (Why wouldn't I be? Look at all those exclamation points!) Just in time for endless Christmas lollygagging.

Woohoo!
Corky

Christmastime Priorities

Setting priorities certainly is not my strong suit. It's more like my Santa suit ~ ill-tailored and totally not my color. Still I feel the need to share my top priority setting tip.

Do the easy stuff first. 

Sure. Good results are desirable but not even necessary because you can, if need be, blame a poor outcome on Christmas stress. These decorations, for example, are not great and the burned out bulbs probably would have gone largely unnoticed if someone hadn't taken a picture and posted it on their blog. Otherwise...


Lights up. Check.

Items you want to get right:

* Eggnog recipes (unless your goal is to make poisoning your in-laws look like an accident)

* Regifting (be certain NOT to give a gift back to whomever gifted it to you in the first place)

* Travel (be safe!, don't put all your trust in GPS and I'm jealous)

As the picture says 'Happy Hulnays'!

Corky

More pictures from my virtual Christmas light tour are available on my facebook page. 'Check' them out.

Men's Night Out

I've never heard of a Men's Night Out before. Have you?


Maybe it's a grown up version of Boys' Night Out. Where men drink ale instead of beer. Wear collared shirts instead of t's. Play backgammon or polo instead of darts or pool. 


Maybe?


I'll have a chance to see for myself because Men's Night Out is coming to our little town! Tonight! At 6 p.m! 


Thank you, local drinking establishment, for sorting out the men from the boys so Lola and I won't have to. 


Cheers,
Corky

Up on the Housetop

Click click click,
Corky

Holiday Squeeze

Poor Santa, trapped inside a plastic bag. 

His expression clearly saying, 'Please let me out so I can finish my Christmas shopping.' His tiny hands raised in pleading, like a child wanting to be lifted. (I won't even mention the odd red tail hanging between his legs.)


No one, apparently, is immune to the squeeze of the holiday season. There's always so much to do and so many plastic bags to get stuck in.

What I find most interesting about Santa's predicament ~ I don't think he realizes he's a 'punchball critter' and that things are only going to get worse for him once he escapes. 

Poor Santa,
Corky

Instant Login

Mistyping my password into Facebook has become so common place that they now immediately send me this note.

facebook
Hi Corky, Sorry you've been having trouble logging into your Facebook account. Get back on Facebook now You can also get password help or login help on Facebook. Thanks, The Facebook Team Instant Login

Which is nice. I guess. 


I don't particularly care for the Get back on Facebook now command. Seems a bit controlling, wouldn't you agree? Still, I know if it were a person who had to hit send every time someone like me uses the wrong password, someone like me would have already been banned from the network. So. 


Hope you have a wonderful Friday! Keep in mind ~ tomorrow, December 10th, is historically the day when most parking lot thievery takes place.


Ciao (gotta get back on Facebook now!)
Corky


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Dyslexia for Christmas

My friend Ronnie LOVES (young) Elvis. You know, the vibrant, handsome, Black & White Elvis ~ the one before the rhinestone jumpsuits and the heavily weighted eyelids one. 


So you can imagine how excited I was to find her this book for Christmas!

I carried the dang thing around Half Price Books for a good 15 minutes before I realized that says 'Necessary EVILS' not 'Necessary ELVIS'.


Explains the picture of the capitol on the cover.


Still shopping,
Corky

Enlarged to Show Detail

My mother bought these cookies for my son because she thinks he's too skinny.


She's not as concerned with my figure. Which, now that I think about it, is in direct conflict with her matchmaking advice. 


Go figure, go.


Anyway. Some great conversations can take place between a mother and her teenage son over cold glasses of organic milk and some bad-for-ya snacks.


For instance...

We pondered and questioned this label for almost an entire minute. Legally, how tiny of a percent does a company have to enlarge something to be able to say 'Enlarged to Show Detail'? Is it the Oreo that's enlarged or the picture of the Oreo? If it's the picture that's enlarged, is it the angle or the lighting that makes the real Oreo appear to be the same size as the one on the package?


The very next minute, Dylan quashed the discussion by scarfing down the last cookie in one bite. One bite! Someone help me out here ~ what's the best way to eat an Oreo?


Middle first,
Corky