A good friend of mine has graciously agreed to let me post her wonderful, often hilarious and typically cat-oriented Christmas Carols. (She's a cat person, so cats often are the source of her humor and writing.)
I will be finishing up posting her carols through the rest of this week as the holiday season winds down and the time of Janus pondering approaches.
Please do not copy or use her stuff without permission. And she would love to hear any feedback about her carols. (You can send any feedback to me, if you don't have Blogger permissions to comment this blog, at cganders1@yahoo.com.)
Here's the last one! ...and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog.
Given the amount of post holiday shopping across the globe, this one seems appropriate to finish with...
Enjoy and hope your holiday season was phenomenal! The best is yet to come.
Dashing Through the Mall
(to “Jingle Bells”)
Dashing through the mall, as we swiftly go insane.
Through the stores we go, with our feet in pain.
Children’s screaming rings, in our ears all night.
Oh what “fun” it is to shop for Christmas gifts tonight.
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day
Hear those bells they ring and jingle all the night and day!
A gift for Mother here, and one for Father there.
Frantically we search: here, there, everywhere.
And each gift must be, the perfect thing—just right.
Oh, what “fun” it is to shop for Christmas gifts tonight.
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day.
If those bells don’t quiet soon, I think I’ll run away!
Christmas Eve is near, but still we roam the malls.
Seeking that last gift, onward through the stalls.
Still those children scream, and still those bells they ring.
Oh, what “fun”—Help! I’ve gone deaf! I can not hear a thing!
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day.
Christmas shopping’s done—I hope—It’s Christmas Eve today!
Rachelle Coe
Aha! Blogolicious! Musings and Meanings of Non-Sensical Events...and Canada? In the past, it focused on music reviews, humor and satiric editorials. Now, it will concentrate on cartoons, art, and comic strips: Hypocrisy Fleas, Time Travelin' Dogs, DC Kids (with Purple Girl) and Dark Farm.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
and if you're curious about the Janus comment
January was named after Janus, the god often portrayed with two heads. The word's taken on an darker meaning these days, meaning two faced, etc., but it also meant that Janus looked both into the past even as he looked forward into the future. Both were important and equal.
So for January, after the kitty carols are finished up. I'll be doing a look back at the best of music/dance/etc that I've reported on on this blog (in my opinion, the best...) even as I look forward to the future and all the talent still waiting to be discovered and written about.
And I'll be finishing up the Galaxy Gal adventure storyline...for those reading it, Galaxy Gal and her entourage were just about to confront the current descendent of Bill Gates about the needed piece of the puzzle that will help them save the Universe from the rampaging, out of control, slightly buggy Google Death Ray...
...for those not reading the 'cereal parody' (check out the name of the AI...), none of this will make much sense. Then again, it doesn't make a lot of sense on a good day anyway...but I've never let a little logic stop me. I've spent too much of my life dealing with logic, facts and unfortunately, not many but still, too many nitpicky (insert swear word) types that like to make other people feel small in order to pump up their own egos. 'Pleeb' is dedicated to all those types that take themselves, others or life too seriously or worse, feel that they are somehow superior to the rest of us and are therefore free to lash out at anyone they choose for any reason in any manner.
Unfortunately, there's too many of them in the world currently for comfort--not just the ones we foolishly elect into office but all the wannabe's that don't even manage to accomplish that much and take it out on those around them! Don't be one of those people, please.
Janus is an important month and an important lesson. Look back. Look forward. Think. What have you regreted so far? What challenges are ahead? What are you afraid of? What can you do to make the world (and therefore yourself as well) better?
The only regrets we ever have, when we look back, aren't the things we tried and failed...but the things we never even tried. Make 2007 a year with no regrets. Don't let your fears stop you from at least making the attempt.
Bye for now. Talk later, the next and final kitty poem in a day or so and then the Janus review.
CG
So for January, after the kitty carols are finished up. I'll be doing a look back at the best of music/dance/etc that I've reported on on this blog (in my opinion, the best...) even as I look forward to the future and all the talent still waiting to be discovered and written about.
And I'll be finishing up the Galaxy Gal adventure storyline...for those reading it, Galaxy Gal and her entourage were just about to confront the current descendent of Bill Gates about the needed piece of the puzzle that will help them save the Universe from the rampaging, out of control, slightly buggy Google Death Ray...
...for those not reading the 'cereal parody' (check out the name of the AI...), none of this will make much sense. Then again, it doesn't make a lot of sense on a good day anyway...but I've never let a little logic stop me. I've spent too much of my life dealing with logic, facts and unfortunately, not many but still, too many nitpicky (insert swear word) types that like to make other people feel small in order to pump up their own egos. 'Pleeb' is dedicated to all those types that take themselves, others or life too seriously or worse, feel that they are somehow superior to the rest of us and are therefore free to lash out at anyone they choose for any reason in any manner.
Unfortunately, there's too many of them in the world currently for comfort--not just the ones we foolishly elect into office but all the wannabe's that don't even manage to accomplish that much and take it out on those around them! Don't be one of those people, please.
Janus is an important month and an important lesson. Look back. Look forward. Think. What have you regreted so far? What challenges are ahead? What are you afraid of? What can you do to make the world (and therefore yourself as well) better?
The only regrets we ever have, when we look back, aren't the things we tried and failed...but the things we never even tried. Make 2007 a year with no regrets. Don't let your fears stop you from at least making the attempt.
Bye for now. Talk later, the next and final kitty poem in a day or so and then the Janus review.
CG
Kiddie/Kitty/Tree/whatever Carol: The Perfect Tree
A good friend of mine has graciously agreed to let me post her wonderful, often hilarious and typically cat-oriented Christmas Carols. (She's a cat person, so cats often are the source of her humor and writing.)
I will be finishing up posting her carols through the rest of this week as the holiday season winds down and the time of Janus pondering approaches.
Please do not copy or use her stuff without permission. And she would love to hear any feedback about her carols. (You can send any feedback to me, if you don't have Blogger permissions to comment this blog, at cganders1@yahoo.com.)
Here's the next one! Only one more to go and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog. Tree carol, rather than kitty carol this time. (I like the 'toes are frozen' part, myself.) With the weather we are currently having in the Pacific Northwest, uncharacteristically ice and snow bound, it fits...though the folks in the midwest have it worse, I think.)
Enjoy!
The Perfect Tree
(to “We Three Kings”)
Out we go in search of a tree.
Fit to deck for all to see.
Up the hills and down the valleys.
Seeking our Christmas tree.
O‑oh tree of wonder, tree of light.
Hung with shining tinsel bright.
Onward searching, ever seeking.
Hunting for the perfect tree.
On we search through deepening snow.
Toes are frozen, still on we go.
Here’s a tree, it looks so lovely‑‑It’s
lopsided, on we go.
chorus
Slipping, sliding, onward we seek.
Through the gathering gloom yet we peek.
There it is, at last we’ve found it.
This is the perfect tree.
chorus
Now at last our perfect tree’s home.
No more searching out will we roam.
String the lights and hang the candy‑canes.
Christmas too soon is flown.
chorus
Stand we now, admiring our tree.
Beauty there for all to see.
Still the best was wandering, searching,
seeking the perfect tree!
chorus
Rachelle Coe
I will be finishing up posting her carols through the rest of this week as the holiday season winds down and the time of Janus pondering approaches.
Please do not copy or use her stuff without permission. And she would love to hear any feedback about her carols. (You can send any feedback to me, if you don't have Blogger permissions to comment this blog, at cganders1@yahoo.com.)
Here's the next one! Only one more to go and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog. Tree carol, rather than kitty carol this time. (I like the 'toes are frozen' part, myself.) With the weather we are currently having in the Pacific Northwest, uncharacteristically ice and snow bound, it fits...though the folks in the midwest have it worse, I think.)
Enjoy!
The Perfect Tree
(to “We Three Kings”)
Out we go in search of a tree.
Fit to deck for all to see.
Up the hills and down the valleys.
Seeking our Christmas tree.
O‑oh tree of wonder, tree of light.
Hung with shining tinsel bright.
Onward searching, ever seeking.
Hunting for the perfect tree.
On we search through deepening snow.
Toes are frozen, still on we go.
Here’s a tree, it looks so lovely‑‑It’s
lopsided, on we go.
chorus
Slipping, sliding, onward we seek.
Through the gathering gloom yet we peek.
There it is, at last we’ve found it.
This is the perfect tree.
chorus
Now at last our perfect tree’s home.
No more searching out will we roam.
String the lights and hang the candy‑canes.
Christmas too soon is flown.
chorus
Stand we now, admiring our tree.
Beauty there for all to see.
Still the best was wandering, searching,
seeking the perfect tree!
chorus
Rachelle Coe
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Body of missing dancer may have been found
Body discovered as authorities continue search for missing Cowley College dance team dancer/Ark City Dance Studio teacher, 19 year old, Jodi Sanderholm. (Arkansas City, Kansas)
Here's the link to the story:
http://www.komotv.com/news/national/5140997.html
Be careful out there everyone. There are too many dangerous types that don't care about who they hurt out there.
CG
Here's the link to the story:
http://www.komotv.com/news/national/5140997.html
Be careful out there everyone. There are too many dangerous types that don't care about who they hurt out there.
CG
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Christmas Carol: The Night Before Christmas
A good friend of mine has graciously agreed to let me post her wonderful, often hilarious and typically cat-oriented Christmas Carols. (She's a cat person, so cats often are the source of her humor and writing.)I will be posting her carols now through December and maybe beyond if I'm not through them all--there are several of them.
Please do not copy or use her stuff without permission. And she would love to hear any feedback about her carols. (You can send any feedback to me, if you don't have Blogger permissions to comment this blog, at cganders1@yahoo.com.)
Here's the next one! Only two more to go and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog. Kiddie carol on this one rather than Kitty carol.
Enjoy!
The Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
near the tree, bright with tinsel and ornaments there.
And all of the presents were placed by the tree,
so there in the morning, the children would see.
The cookies were baked and the garlands all hung
A moment--or two--of peace, surely we’d won.
But up in the bedrooms arose such a clatter,
that we leapt from our chairs to see what was the matter.
And what to our trembling ears should come clear,
but two little voices, “Is Christmas now here?”
Then small feet came running, to the top of the stair,
“Is it Christmas Day yet? Is Santa Claus there?”
But quickly we stopped them, returned them to bed,
“It’s not Christmas Day yet, so lay down your head.”
So back to our chairs, now quite ready to rest,
and think thoughts of Christmas and hope for the best.
And yet, once again, came those small voices clear,
“Is it Christmas Day yet? Is Santa Claus here?"
Once more up the stairs, as the children paused there,
and we picked them up quickly, and ruffled their hair.
Then we hugged them, and kissed them, and put them to bed,
“It’s not Christmas Day yet, so go back to bed.”
Now back down the stairs, to our chairs we did fly…
…Came those two little voices, “Has Santa been by?”
Rachelle Coe
Please do not copy or use her stuff without permission. And she would love to hear any feedback about her carols. (You can send any feedback to me, if you don't have Blogger permissions to comment this blog, at cganders1@yahoo.com.)
Here's the next one! Only two more to go and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog. Kiddie carol on this one rather than Kitty carol.
Enjoy!
The Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
near the tree, bright with tinsel and ornaments there.
And all of the presents were placed by the tree,
so there in the morning, the children would see.
The cookies were baked and the garlands all hung
A moment--or two--of peace, surely we’d won.
But up in the bedrooms arose such a clatter,
that we leapt from our chairs to see what was the matter.
And what to our trembling ears should come clear,
but two little voices, “Is Christmas now here?”
Then small feet came running, to the top of the stair,
“Is it Christmas Day yet? Is Santa Claus there?”
But quickly we stopped them, returned them to bed,
“It’s not Christmas Day yet, so lay down your head.”
So back to our chairs, now quite ready to rest,
and think thoughts of Christmas and hope for the best.
And yet, once again, came those small voices clear,
“Is it Christmas Day yet? Is Santa Claus here?"
Once more up the stairs, as the children paused there,
and we picked them up quickly, and ruffled their hair.
Then we hugged them, and kissed them, and put them to bed,
“It’s not Christmas Day yet, so go back to bed.”
Now back down the stairs, to our chairs we did fly…
…Came those two little voices, “Has Santa been by?”
Rachelle Coe
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