Every year I get bombarded from all my Facebook “friends” with happy birthday well wishes. It’s only because because Facebook reminds them. This year I’ve taken a different approach. Months ago I turned off permissions on my timeline so no one other than myself can post there. I turn off posting from others because it’s like someone coming into the living room of my home and saying whatever they want without my approval. I also have to verify every post that I’m tagged in. It’s a bit of extra work that I don’t mind.
I’ve also made my birth date hidden on my profile so that only people who truly remember my birthday will send send me a message. They are forced to either send a private message, a text message (to those who know my phone number), or at a bare minimum send a greeting card via the postal service. For those who really care about me, they can purchase something off my Amazon Wishlist.
Found these fall cards at target
So I guess we’ve slid down the slippery slope far enough that we are now making up holidays just to sell greeting cards.
What an insult to such a celebrated Christian Holiday. It’s now been reduced to a fowl that eats it’s own feces. In fact, I believe that deer was served at the first Thanksgiving. But I guess it’s not as funny to say happy venison day.
Yes another attempt to climb the corporate ladder and suck up to your boss. I guess the thinking behind this is: Let’s give a gift to someone who keeps track of how poorly we do all year and then give us just enough of a raise so that we don’t quit.
Reformation Day is celebrated on October 31st. Most pagans know this as Halloween. I fail to see any cards to celebrate this day in our history.
I’ve never seen such an egregious attempt at marketing fall as much as the media, Starbucks, Blue Moon and every other company with their aggressive force of shoving pumpkin scents and flavors into every one of our olfactory orifices. I used to love fall, but these seasonal effective marketing campaigns are about to ruin it.
Tonight at dinner my seven year old daughter asked a tough question. “Daddy, I’ve been thinking about the Ten Commandments but wasn’t sure about one of them. What is adultery?” My wife was a bit shocked, and said maybe we could answer that when you get older. However, I thought about a book I read recently and how we should explain things in a context that the audience will understand. I explained it something like this.
Well, let’s say you have some sugar at home. Your sugar is enough to bake any item or create a sweet dessert that you could ever need. Now your neighbor has some sugar as well, but since we have our own, then we wouldn’t need any of theirs. They might offer you sugar, but you would say: “No thanks, I’ve got plenty of sugar at home and this extra sugar would ruin my recipe.” To drive the point home even further I also told her. “Jesus says if you even look at the other sugar and have a desire for it, it’s just as bad as taking the sugar and using it.”
Feel free to use this analogy when discussing this topic with your kids. Also, if they ask “Where do babies come from?” You can say “The Hospital”.
Camera Comparisons. Them: “Why did you decide to buy that camera?” Me: “Because I liked it” Them: “But there is a better one.” Me: “I know, but I like this one.”
The aggressive DirecTV people who ambush you at Best Buy. It’s enough to make you quit shopping there. Sam’s Club is now allowing this shenanigans, thus why I’m canceling my membership.
The needless sharing of photos on Facebook. If people wanted to find their long lost relative, there are plenty of more expeditious methods than flooding my news feed with your poorly written sign. On a side note. You shouldn’t have to get a million likes so that your children will clean up after themselves. You are the parent, make them do it, or put them up for adoption because you are failing them.
When you unsubscribe from an email list and they send you one more email letting you know that you’ve unsubscribed.
When people pull out from a side street causing you to lock up your brakes and there are no cars behind you.