There is no part of the holiday season I hate more than being inundated by stupid television commercials. At present the one I hate the most is a diamond commercial where a “hearing boy” gives his deaf girlfriend diamonds but first he shows her that he knows how to sign Merry Christmas.
Naturally she’s over come with silent excitement and enthusiasm over his split-second hand gestures; like he just spent a year learning to speak perfect Chinese. Seriously, she’s hearing impaired not stupid… although her boyfriend might be since signing 2 words appears to be a difficult and complicated feat for him.
Let me just say…barf.
The one I hate the second most is yet another diamond commercial. Mom rocking baby in the middle of the night, Dad gets up in his t-shirt and gives her a diamond. I imagine her saying, “Oh, honey I can’t wait to see what it looks like on my hand cleaning a dirty diaper!”
Seriously, she doesn’t want a diamond, she wants him to take the baby and say go get some sleep.
The third most hated Christmas commercial is the perfume commercial with a couple ice skating to I’ve Got You Babe. Naturally she can skate well and he keeps falling down, but he is sincerely trying to meet her in her world. It’s about as stupid and trite as that scene in New Moon where the writer wanted to depict a happy future for Bella and Edward by dressing them in white and showing them running through a meadow. It’s vampire fiction not a Julie Andrews film.
Once again, let me just say…barf.
Here’s a commercial I did like! Anyone whose raised a daughter over the last decade knows this commercial is pitch perfect. From the beat, to the dance to the gestures…its all girl.
And another that made my Holiday Like List:
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Christmas was difficult last year because it was Alexa’s first Christmas since her father died. This year promised to be easier but then her pet Chinchilla died last night…ccertainly didn’t need that. Nonetheless, we are looking forward to a very laid back celebration this year…no turkey and gravy and all that work this year I’m baking a ham because it’s easier. I even briefly considered using paper plates to avoid dishes but felt guilty leaving my beautiful Spode Christmas china unused for another year.
This year we will eat, drink, play Raving Rabbits on the Wii, open gifts and most of all we will be together…just waiting for Ben!
Happy Holiday’s, I hope its a good one!
My mother once dreamt that she was eating jelly beans, ones with a funny taste. In the morning she woke to find her ear plugs in her mouth.
If she reads my blog this week I’ll be the one who’s crucified.
Several years ago we had Easter dinner with my mother. When we arrived she handed me a box of Peeps and said “here, I remembered to get these for you.”
Bewildered I replied, “I don’t like Peeps.” To which she said, “sure you do don’t you remember last year you said it just isn’t Easter without Peeps.”
Naturally I snorted, never having given the non-biodegradable foam a second thought let alone finding myself unable to celebrate Easter without them, “amusing, but I never said that because I really don’t like Peeps.”
In the end, my mother never did recall who said, “it just isn’t Easter without Peeps” but the phrase stood the test of time and has become a standing bit of Easter humor. Each year when we walk past the Easter displays someone invariably sighs and says, it just isn’t Easter without Peeps.
So this year and for every Easter to come remember…it just isn’t Easter without Peeps.