For everyone waiting to hear the follow-up report on the Christmas tree, the Mayo’s have a great idea for those with 1-year-olds. Hang your ornaments and lights on the top half of the tree for a whole new style of Christmas decoration. Trust me, this bare and reachable lower half, paired with the decorated but unreachable half, will make for a much less stressful holiday season for all.
I’ve been meaning to for a while, but I have to give a quick shout out to the CJ Vaughn van rolling around town. The big red ride is not only sporting and supporting The Pulse on the bumper, but (though just slightly misspelled) Brackin’s as well!
My New Year’s resolutions are the same as the past couple of years: decrease body fat, learn Beethoven’s Piano Sonata #14, read a book or two (it seems too often that the only thing I read are The Pulse and my e-mails . . .), keep my desk and car organized, love my neighbor.
Really, this year the new resolution is to not run anything in The Pulse that comes in after deadline; and deadline is the final Thursday of the month. No more accommodating, bending the rules and forcing our fabulous Pulse art director to redesign any pages or ads at a late hour.
We don’t do emergencies, and we don’t do stress. Decision made.
The American people may be more appreciative of the CALM Act, which mandates television commercials be no louder than the programming they accompany, than anything that has come out of Congress in years.
If Bart Gordon’s legacy after serving 26 years in Washington is his support of this bill, well, we’ll just say he could have done a lot worse and he should leave D.C. with his head held high.
It’s going to be a long, cold winter for the Titans, but the playoffs are just about to heat up. Let’s go with Michael Vick and the Eagles this year, sports fans. I’d like to see the Ravens and Mr. Ray Lewis take them on in a Super Bowl; that guy’s a true football player, and I want to see some defensive domination in this so-called “Year of the Quarterback.”
So maybe I’m just getting old and cynical, maybe I’m just a parent now and these things bother me more, but reportedly the quality of mall Santas has seen a decline across the board. Everyone knows these men wearing red suits in the mall aren’t the real Santa, but they at least used to be his official helpers. Now it seems the stores simply hand a carton of cigarettes and a dingy red suit to a skinny homeless man in exchange for the opportunity to grope a bunch of children all December long.
