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Saturday, December 18, 2010
Bitchy Sign ala Maxine & The Stealing Christmas Game
Happy Weekend, D. D. Scott-ville!
How 'bout a little Bitchy Sign Fest with one of my very favorite Crabby Pants Divas - Maxine?
This little Maxine gem should get us off on the right path as I teach you one of my favorite Christmas Games - The Stealing Christmas Game!
First the cartoon...to get ya in the mood...
There a ton more of these holiday-themed Maxines at http://www.hallmark.com/online/maxine/
And now for The Stealing Christmas Game! Here's how it works:
***Note: You must have a family that's not a bunch of prim and proper, nicety-nice people. If ya got that kinda clan, the game ain't gonna work. You've gotta be blessed with several real witches and jerks to share this kinda luuuvvv. LOL!!!
Okay...so here's how to play:
1. Each person invited to your family Christmas festivities should bring a wrapped gift (either from their basement Maxine-style or in the $10 - $15 range or whatever dollar amount y'all choose) without a name on it.
2. Put the gifts under your tree.
3. Make slips of paper with the number of people you have and have each person draw a number from your favorite hat or bowl
4. The person drawing the #1 will rule this game. So whoever has #1, gets to go both first and last in this game, and soon you'll see why.
5. #1 person picks his or her choice of gift from under the tree, un-wraps it for all to see then sits like a nervous twit and waits for #2 to rear his or her nasty head.
6. #2 can either "Steal" #1's gift or choose to pick one of the other gifts under the tree...keeping in mind he or she must make the decision before picking a gift from under the tree and un-wrapping it. So, to get this straight...#2 either Steals #1's gift first and passes on his or shot under the tree of additional gifts OR lets #1 keep his or her gift and goes for any other package they want under the tree. Then #2, like #1, un-wraps the gift for all to see (if they've gone back under the tree).
7. #3 can then "Steal" #1 or #2's gift or let 'em both keep their gifts and take their shot under the tree...again, un-wrapping the gem if it came from under the tree
8. Get it so far?! See why this won't work if you're family is too damn nice?! LOL!!!
9. Now this goes on until the last gift is taken from under the tree.
10. And here's why you sooo want to be #1...'cause when you're all done, #1 can "steal" any gift they want from anyone else since he or she was the poor sucker who had to go first!!!
How fun is this game?!
And here are a couple of tips from my family to yours:
A. Starbucks Cards make for great thieve-worthy gifts
B. Buy something you won't mind keeping for yourself and hope you get a chance to steal it back!!!
Happy Holidays from my family to yours!!!
Sexy Sassy Smart Stealing Christmas Wishes --- D. D. ScottLabels: Being a Gutsy Girl, Bitchy Signs, Donkey Butts and Witches
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Youth sports or adult "living vicariously through the kids" frenzy
Let me get this off of my chest. The Cubs are out of it. The Pack lost. Peyton pulled another one out of his hat. One for three would be a decent batting average, but I'm still ticked. OK, 'nuff said.
I would be P.O.ed if I was a parent with a child in athletics or some other type of activity. Is it me, or has the stuff gone over the top? It is 8:30 PM on a school night. I can hear the high school marching band still practicing. When are the kids supposed to eat supper and do homework? It seems that the adult leaders of these activities are living their fantasies through the kids. There is such a push for excellence in sports, etc. that the recreational aspect, or fun, has been taken away from the kids. Overzealous adults expect too much of the young individuals, searching for their own satisfaction. Let the kids have fun. It seems that the youth do not participate in the activity, they are expected to BECOME the activity. Nothing scalds me more than to see some donkey-butt parent acting (actually I don't think it's an "act") like a fool at the events. Living vicariously through their kid is the M.O.
I understand that there is a lot at stake on the high school level regarding college scholarships for those who are good enough. Unfortunately, the kids need to start being very competitive at very young ages so they are ready for the high school "sport-a-thons". I acknowledge that this is a tough issue. Parents that either can't, or don't want to save for the education of their children, try to push the kids to break their necks and give up their childhood in an attempt to get a free ride to college. I wonder what the stats are on how many actually get college scholarships out of the literally ten's of thousands of high schoolers that participate in sports or other activities every year.
Obviously, I have no answers. I just think that sports and other activities have become too competitive at to young of an age.
SMLabels: Donkey Butts and Witches
Monday, September 22, 2008
Bring on the Flowers...and Witches!!!
Was it Barbara Streisand and Neil Diamond who sang one of my Mr. Microphone favorites..."You Don't Bring Me Flowers"? Well...the song was great...and Streisand and Diamond are still two of my favorites...but Sweet Man proved the lyrics of that classic tearjerker melody waaaayyy wrong today.
Talk about a crappier than crap Monday...mine started at 4:30 a.m. when I received a less than heart-warming blog post from some meddling, misinformed Glenda the Good Witch Gone Bad. And following that broom ride, the day was just a typical bad butt Monday up until 3:00 pm when Sweet Man picked me up at work.
'Course he looked all muscular spectacular in the black, "The Rock" T-shirt I brought him from Alcatraz during my July San Francisco trip for the Romance Writers of America national conference. Between that shirt and the one I found for him proclaiming he's my research assistant, he's looking good. LOL!!
Okay...sorry for the digression...back to him picking me up from work...anyway...when he pulled up, he had this sweet, sexy grin to match his bulging biceps and handed me a gorgeous bouquet of huge Gerber Daisies. His voice kind of caught in his throat...and he dropped his hot-as-all-hell, couple-days-away-from-the-razor, stubbled chin and said, "There's my Sweetie. I thought you could use these today."
Planting the softest kisses of kisses on my lips, he told me how much he loved me and reminded me that at the end of the day, "all that matters is you and me".
I still can't get used to living and loving my real life hero. But Sweet Man makes the adventure as rich and wonderful as a big 'ole bowl of tiramisu for two.
And as tasty as the tiramisu and just as delightful, I learned how to moderate blog posts so Glenda the Post Witch would know just what to do with her broom. LOL!!!
If you can't laugh at peoples' misinformed, asinine cruelty what good are they?
Sexy, Sassy, Smart Wishes --- D. D. ScottLabels: Donkey Butts and Witches
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