Fighting the Current

Nike Air Jihad

The title is something that my uncles were saying just now at dinner. They are always making jokes and things. They were making fun of that unsuccessful shoe-bomber. And making fun of the security guards who let a 6-foot guy on the plane wearing platforms. ("He can't be a terrorist, he's just plain weird.")

I finished making my gifts tonight. I was down in the basement hot-gluing velvet bookmarks (don't ask). My index finger is burned. Not badly at all. Just a little blister. I leaned in slightly cooled hot-glue with another finger on that hand and at first I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on my or a shooting pain or something, so I ignored it. I looked down my finger was in the glue. It's not like they really hurt though.

I just heard one of my brothers say "I K.O.ed Mary, okay?" I look over and there's a little plastic robot in the nativity scene with laser-swords crossed. It just completes the look we have with the three wisemen on 2 keyboards and a drum set. We have these little raffia angels with musical instruments and little raffia angel singers, so our nativity band is complete. We're still coming up with a name for them.

Well, Merry Christmas to all the people out there who celebrate it. Happy 25th of December to everyone else.