With more than two weeks until Thanksgiving, I was already seeing the “It’s Merry Christmas, NOT Happy holidays!” memes on Facebook. There are probably hundreds of blog posts written on this subject every year, including several explaining that “holiday” derives from “holy day,” although, to be fair, the meaning and use has changed over centuries. I won’t even go into the whole “Can we wait until after Thanksgiving to even start thinking about Christmas?” thing on this post.
So this popped up on my TimeHop app yesterday, and I reposted it:
Then, I posted this as an additional comment. (Well, okay, mostly this. I have edited it just a bit.)
Someone may say “Happy holidays” out of respect [for your unknown-to-them beliefs]. A stranger does not know what holidays you celebrate, and they can’t see your Facebook posts. Just smile, say “Merry Christmas” if you want, and go on with your day. No outrage necessary. If someone else can “take the Christ out” of YOUR Christmas, you have bigger problems than which greeting someone uses. [And, really, it’s a little arrogant of you to assume they care whether Christ is in your Christmas. They probably only care about theirs.]
I just can not understand getting angry and offended because someone offered a sincere greeting. I can’t. Unless you’re wearing a sweater with “Merry Christmas” on it (and please don’t – but Ugly Christmas Sweaters are another post altogether), a complete stranger has no clue what, if any, holidays you celebrate. I have people of many (and no) faiths on my Facebook list. In six years on Facebook, I have NEVER seen one of them complain about someone wishing them Merry Christmas.
So, as I was trying to figure this out yesterday, it occurred to me that maybe people get offended by a simple greeting because they don’t realize that there are other more important things they can be offended by! So I thought I’d help them out. Feel free to share this list with others who enjoy being offended. Continue reading 25 Things More Offensive Than Saying, “Happy Holidays!”
This post is a departure from my regular posts. I have decided to use this platform to allow rape and domestic violence survivors to tell their stories. These posts are not censored or edited, but come straight from the survivor. Some survivors need to tell their story in a safe place, and many others need to know that they are not alone, nor are they to blame. It’s important to me to provide that connection. I chose #itsourstory to spread the word for two reasons: no matter how isolated you feel, you are never alone and this is part of our culture, our society, and it belongs to all of us. If you would like to contribute, you can find more information here.
Always one for adventure, I jumped at the chance to travel across the United States to see one of my dearest friends when the opportunity presented itself. Needing a chaperone for her kids soon to travel home after a visit with their father across the country, she volunteered to pay for my ticket if I was willing to accompany them. In late July we made the trip from West Virginia to Montana without incident. The lack of wi-fi and patchy cell phone service, I indulged myself in the chance to crochet and read and leisurely play cards with the kids and some new friends. Through time and distance, strangers become friends and the close proximity bred a strange sense of familiarity between people whose paths may otherwise have never crossed.
Three days after our journey began we arrived in Montana, none the worse for wear. Two weeks passed in both spectacular and ordinary ways. I fell in love with Glacier National Park, faced my fear of being eaten by a bear and braved the heights of Going-to-the-Sun Road to take in some of the most breathtakingly beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. When my friend returned to work for several days on end, I settled into the very ordinary kind of routine I have at home. The last morning in Montana, I got word that my son had a car accident that left him unharmed but totaled our family van. I had grown tired of being out of my own bed and was anxious to get home to my family.
B: I’m tired.
Me: Go take a nap.
B: Not that kind of tired. I’m sweaty. That kind of tired.
Because playing Minecraft is sweaty work.
B: You know why I haven’t been wearing my tennis shoes? Please don’t be mad at me. It’s because they have quicksand all over them.
Blake kept asking questions like, “How old will I be when you’re twenty?” and “Will you move out as soon as soon as you’re twenty?” Jack finally told him, “Don’t worry about that stuff for years. Just enjoy being able to be weird in public without being arrested.”
B: Daddy and me are going to the Waffle House.
Me: Okay. Have fun. I’m going to have some oatmeal.
B: Don’t start a fire.
Me: I’ll do my best.
B: You’re a high level of cook.
Apparently not, if my 6yo thinks I’m going to start a fire while cooking oatmeal. Continue reading Kid Quotes (10/31)
B: We have to just get Jack a new computer so he can have Minecraft.
Me: Well, it’s not that easy. Computers cost money.
Blake, after a little more discussion about computers: Well, it’s a good thing we have unlimited money from Daddy’s job.
Ah, to be six again….
(Note to potential thieves: Daddy’s job doesn’t produce anything close to unlimited money.)
B: Hey, Mama. I’m sure Bigfoot likes rainbows. And if he sees a unicorn, he’d just kill it like a big jerk.
Blake, taking a shower: Gotta get my armpit…now my kneepit…
Blake, talking about the story he wrote: So he upgraded Bambi, apparently.
J: Wouldn’t you know? You wrote the story.
After some discussion of Blake’s story, I realized that he had never seen the movie. Jack said he didn’t remember seeing the whole thing. So we popped some popcorn and watched Bambi.
Jacky, after Owl’s “twitterpated” speech: What was he talking about? Sounds like he’s talking being torn apart by a pack of wolves. Continue reading Kid Quotes (10/13)
Heard in a group of moms of kids with special needs: I’m so glad I’m not the only one who does that!
Heard in a group of social entrepreneurs: I’ve been trying to figure that out, too!
Heard in a group of homeschooling moms: So my kid isn’t the only one who does that?
We hear it all the time, but I’m not sure it really sinks in for many of us. It just hit me yesterday, after spending a couple of hours with several homeschooling moms, a few of whom I had never met. We have more in common with those around us than we realize. We are not alone. Continue reading It’s Not Just You
As homeschoolers, we all do those things that may be a little off-center. You know what I’m talking about. Those things that are normal to us, but may make others look at us and say, “You may be a homeschooler…” So link up and tell us what you did or said this week that made you or someone else say, “You may be a homeschooler…”
So, as I’m on Facebook making arrangements to meet a homeschool mom in a parking lot to sell her a textbook, it occurs to me that it’s the second time I’ve done so in the past three months.
You might be a homeschooler if you conduct curriculum deals in parking lots like some kind of confused drug dealer.