The list of delights in working from home periodically is nearly endless: blue fuzzy robe, snowmobile slipper socks, safety from cubicle-lurkers, etc. One of the more prominent benefits, however, is easy access to the 7 large canisters of Christmas treats sitting on the kitchen counter. I have written a song in praise of this particular boon:Ten Little Christmasy Treats
One little, two little, three chocolate 'tater chips,
Four little, five little, six Oreos chocolate-dipped,
Seven little, eight little, nine chocolate pretzel sticks,
Ten Christmas treats for Vonda.
One little, two little, three little bobbles there,
Four little, five little, six 'cuz I wouldn't share,
Seven little, eight little, nine dimples, I don't care;
Exercise plan starts Monday...
Seriously, 'Butt and Thigh Sculpting' Pilates video, here I come. (Sorry, TMI guys). I didn't say WHICH Monday though. Is 1/1/09 on a Monday? Which Christmas treats make YOU not care about bobbles?
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7 little, 8 little, 9 little persons of indigenous American descent . . .
Wish I could work from home. Oh wait a minute, I live on base.
Since Ed has made reference to the more than slightly shady history of this song, I'd like to clarify that I've changed the words ON PURPOSE... This site encourages and condones nothing of the ORIGINAL message of this little ditty; just blatantly stole the tune. Thanks for understanding!
Rob... Not quite the same, eh?
Okay, you're the second person in two days to write a christmas ditty off of some other one and doing so from work...am I the only one who doesn't have time for christmas ditty's at work?? And fuzzy slippers and robes...that makes me just feel oh so aweful about your 8 little bobbles!! haha. (I'm not resentful...really I'm not)
I am one, two, little Indians - that is what I have been called do not call me anything else and after recovery and eating Christmas cookies it may look like 2 American Indians on my couch!
Wow - we've got some spunk going on tonight!
Val: Christmas treats help with holiday pettishness; from your loving older sis, please have some more. :-) And it's 'awful' - no 'e'.
Bren: thanks for setting us straight! :-) With that, for the record, my disclaimer was more in reference to the original lyrics (about people getting eaten and shooting each other) than the use of the term 'Indian'. Good to know though...
Ed: Nice try, love. :-)
Wikipedia has the largely offensive lyrics that date back to the 1800s...(scroll down). Ugh.
I will check that out. Thanks for the laugh tonight! Wish I had your Christmas treats!
P.S. Val: 3 bobbles. Not. 8.
maybe I'm outa line here, but I also waxed a little poetic today about fudge; Yard-fudge that is...
"I gotta poop but please don't look'; the breeze made me shiver till my legs and balls shook. The windchill makes frost condense on my hole; I wish I could poop in the house, in a bowl."
Oh yeah, I should mention that it's from a dogs' perspective.
Ya... thanks, Swamp; I'd have mentioned the perspective piece if you didn't... Cheryl doesn't stick you in the 'dog house' that often. ;-)
Glad we're all feeling so nice and comfy out here!
don't try to correct my spelling, it's useless. I used to be the punk kid who wrecked the curve on all the spelling tests due to my high intelligence of spelling. Then I learned Spanish, and it makes so much more sense that all my English went out the window, and I adopted phonetics. I've also lost a significant amount of English vocabulary. A student asked me what aprehend means today and I couldn't tell them. I just said I don't speak English.
with that i say: having three bawbels is ahful.:)
Ha! Val, with your humble response, I must confess, I was hoping you were going to catch my error from a couple few posts ago (I forget which, but it was recent). I've ALWAYS spelled 'awful' wrong, and just double checked tonight for the purpose of obnoxiously correcting you! My excuse was going to be that I spelled it wrong intentionally before, just to mislead you! ;-)
P.S. It's apprehend.
You and your "bobbles," V. I never heard of bobbles until you. Not that I don't HAVE them, mind you. Just didn't know they were called that...Anyway, don't fred about 3 bobbles, OK?
You would...I shall no longer post anything on your blog due to my lack of intelligence being discovered and hung by my sister!!! just go back to your cookie eating, bobble making job!! kidding...:) maybe I'll have to come over and make some bobbles with you during Christmas break since I ACTUALLY work during the week!!
shouldn't work be "werk" like "jerk", wouldn't "work" be like "stork"...duM.
And Swampy, that's quite the poem. Good thing you clarified that it's about a canine or I might have wondered about you...
I still wonder about him...
...about ME?...yeah, that actually makes sense.
I'm sure there are plenty of Mondays in June. You go ahead and eat for two. You've earned it.
I love your Christmas song. Smiled all the way through.
Like the song, Vondi. I went to a cookie exchange last night with 5 dozen bobbles of my own and came home with 7 dozen. Uh oh!
Perhaps I can interest you in a 10K this summer, my little jackrabbit?
noothername: let's see how "sculpted" my butt and thighs get before then... And a 2.5 K sounds much more manageable (is there such a thing)? This time, you can be the jackrabbit so I don't kill myself. ;-) Love you, friend!
I am happy to hear that you'll be addressing your bobbles. Although, I've never seen them and I might trade any day to look as great in a two piece like you do.
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