I hope everyone had happy holidays. We had a pretty good Christmas. My boys got me a margarita machine (they obviously know what Mom likes). I have had several “what was I thinking?” moments. The first one stems from buying my youngest son a harmonica. He follows me around and wants me to play name that tune. I have just started naming outrageous songs. He keeps telling me “No Mom it’s not Free Bird, it’s jingle bells.” or No Mom it’s not Metallica, it’s here comes the bride.” Santa also provided his oldest brother with a guitar. Santa obviously forgot the tylenol for my stocking after a “hot jam session”.

We went out and did massive amounts of errand running and ended up with lots of snack foods because I was shopping hungry. My youngest asked about New Year’s Eve while we were shopping. I told him we had lots of snack food and unless we end up going somewhere we would just stay up and eat that stuff. He then asked where he and his brothers would be if Mom and Dad had somewhere to go. I told him they would go to Grandma’s and then he said “You suck.” Thanks son and I love you too!

If I don’t get a chance to post before then have a safe and happy New Year!!

Here is the classic song rewritten with Peoria in mind. Feel free to sing a long.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ten developers wheeling and dealing, nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me eleven crack pipes piping, ten developers wheeling and dealing, nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the twelveth day of Christmas my true love gave to me twelve cars a thumpin’, eleven crack pipes piping, ten developers wheeling and dealing, nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

In Sydney, Australia Santas are no longer allowed to say “ho ho ho”. They are now instructed to say “ha ha ha” because that is less offensive to women. If the department store Santa says “ho ho ho” and you get offended then you probably are a ho. Aren’t there greater things in this world to be concerned about than this?