I heard it on the radio

Just some interesting stories that I heard on the radio this morning:

IN THE NEWS: There is a street in West Hollywood called "Dick St". Now personally, considering West Hollywood is, like, the Gay Capitol of the Los Angeles, I'd think that the residents would be pretty thrilled with their properly themed street name. Apparently, however, they're not happy at all and they are demanding a name change for the street - a change that is going to end up costing the city thousands of dollars. Aren't there better things they can do with that money? Like hire someone to clean Dick, or make sure Dick is well lit, or increase the speed bumps so that Dick is safer. I mean honestly people!!
Just pronounce it differently or something - emphasize the "I". Oh, wait, no - then you'd have Dyke. Oh well, nevermind.


CHRISTMAS IS COMING

More than ever before, I related deeply to Ryan Seacrest this morning. He really made me smile.

I love Christmas. Now that I've spent a few days collecting decorations and gathering my pennies to by a few holiday trimmings, I've realize how much my mother really did to make Christmas festive. We never really had to do the difficult stuff like stringing the lights on the tree or wraping the garland up the staircase. Somewhere in between Thanksgiving and Winter Break, Christmas just sorta happened around our house - complete with the smell of gingersnaps and evergreens (even though for many years we had a fake tree). At dad's house it was just the same. One weekend we'd visit and it'd be "dad's house as usual", the next it would be a winter wonderland strait out of "Better Homes and Gardens".

This morning Ryan Seacrest was having listeners call in about "difficult holiday chores" and he gave his best example.

"You know those stupid lights that go in all the windows?" he asked "Well every year we had those, and every year all of us children would run hiding at sunset."

I laughed remembering how much I dreaded turning on the lights.

"I couldn't stand having the job of turning on the lights", Seacrest continued. "We had so many windows in our house, and the lights weren't alwasy accessible, so you'd end up leaving the job with cut fingers and electrical shocks. And God forbid one of the blubs was burnt out."

I too recalled the experience. The window in the living room was the worst as it was behind a huge tree mom had in there. I knew if I struggled too much, the tree would drop leaves, creating a whole other task. I don't know why the simple act of turning on all the candle lights was such a daunting task, but apparently Ryan could relate. And I thought to myself, "Obviously the task wasn't that exciting if all the parents were pawning the job off on the kids!"