It is Christmas Crazy day! Time to fly the freak flag. Here and over at Burgh Baby for maximum madness exposure.
I still maintain that there is nothing crazy about my Christmassyness. It is perfectly normal to decorate every room, have a Bathroom Tree™, own ‘Christmas killer heels’,
hello lover…
wear a homemade Mr Hanky the Christmas Poo as a hat and then immortalize him in fondant covered cookies,
Mr Hanky hangin with Santa.
Less ‘Mr Hanky’ more ‘Dirty Sanchez’ methinks…
shuddup I was drunk high on Christmas cheer…
…colour coordinate your wrapping paper with the tree decorations and consider wrapping the washing powder box in festive paper and a bow. And what about the fridge….
All perfectly normal festive activities.
Apparently ‘festive’ is relative. Apparently what I would consider ‘festive’ others would consider ‘hide the sharp shiny things’.
But there is one thing that I consider ‘crazy’ at Christmas. That is sitting down to a hot meal at 1pm on a 40 degree celcius day, sweating buckets with the aircon on high and every fan in the known universe pointing towards the table while Grandpa dressed as Santa in the winter woolies is dying of heatstroke in the corner but you cannot hear him desperately calling for water over the din of ‘I am dreaming of a white Christmas’ and some song about riding in a sleigh through the snow.
Oh and dressing dogs in Santa suits. That is just stupid.
But I digress.
Entertain me with your finds, my lovelies. Show off your own personal crazy or that of some poor unfortunate.
Regale me with your tales. Cause today also heralds the coming of the Golden Child. Hark! The herald Angels sing fuck me dead that boy is king.
Help…
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Rules of participation: Link to your post about Christmas Crazy. The url of the page that the post is on and NOT just your blog. That way people can find the post without searching and we can all share in the fun. Post the Christmas Crazy button at the top so we all know we are at the right post and link back here so your readers can come and see all the other crazy. Cause Christmas is all about sharing. And ridiculing arsehats. THAT is the best part.
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LOVE the f*ck me red shoes!
Crud, I totally forgot you are way ahead of us in hours and it’s already the 20th.
I hope it will still be the 20th in Oz by the time I get my Christmas Crazy post up!
Burgh Baby told me about this and I just had to play along. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Christmas and all the decorations!!!
OMG! I can’t get over Mr. Hanky, lol!
Love those shoes though.
Hope you and your bro play nicely
I got nuthin. We’re totally boring. *sigh*
My hanky rules. I have no Christmas crazy though. I’m hard pressed to get the lights outside.
Mine’s going up tomorrow. On the real December 20th.
(Oh, I kid. I kid because I love.)
who makes those shoes? I love them.. love anything patent leather..
The offer still stands for you to spend the next few days in Florida.
There’ll be no hot food at my christmas table. It’s all cold ham and potato salad, garden salad, mince pies,premade the day before, so no hot kitchen. Different story at the other christmas lunches I go to. If previous years traditions are followed, it’ll be cold chicken at one and barbecued fresh prawns at the other. Cold salads at both places. yum. I love your christmas crockery. Mine is plastic christmassy plates from the Reject Shop.
Love it. I hate hot food at Christmas, its all cold meat and watermelon at my house.
Got my Christmas Crazy up.
OK – blog is up and hopefully I’ve Mr Linky’d right … but if not see:
http://corymbia.wordpress.com/2008/12/19/christmas-crazy-dear-heather-and-john/
I had to blog about something slightly different than Chrissy decorations, ’cause I already blogged about our “interesting” Christmas decor here: http://corymbia.wordpress.com/2008/12/07/when-nativity-sets-meet/
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Is it wrong to want to eat one of those Mr Hanky cookies?
and I’m so glad you mentioned thinking dogs dressed as Santa looked stupid (and I swear that that bit was already in my blog before I read your blog today).
Killer Christmas shoes btw…
I’m crazier than you. *hangs head in shame*
My post is up.
And oh, those Mr. Hanky cookies… I am speechless.
HI! I love that you are so Christmas Crazy that you even decorate your poo! ROFL!
Found you by way of BurghBaby, but PLEASE don’t tell her that I Linky’d in here cuz she’ll hurt me. Really, She will! I know it! LOL! ;o)
Hehe awesome! I have had SO much fun laughing at my cat when I’ve put a lil christmas hat on him (yes I am that sad but OMG it’d fucking hilarious!!). I will post that at some point
Oh my fucking gawd! I love those shoes. but I have not worn heels since the day I slid like half a mile on the marble floor of the lobby of my 445 floor corporate office, with my feet in the air and my dress over my head, because I was too fat to be running because i was late for work and I fell. I was so embarassed by the whole thing that I never wore those shoes or that dress to work again, ever. But anyway, I do love them shoes.
You don’t dress your dog in a santa suit? I’m disappointed.
Being a fellow poo cleaner like your wonderful self. I have a few Mr Hanky’s too!
I’m back. Nutty as it may sound, it has bugged the crud out of me that somebody might, even possibly, MABYE think that I was serious that Burghbaby would hurt me or anybody else. That girl, though perfectly capable of going all kung fu on your butt and doing so if necessary in Momma bear mode, wouldn’t be truly mean for the world! Sheesh! I really need not to post comments when I’m half dead. Ok. That’s better. Now I’m taking my neurotic butt back to bed. Maybe I can actually sleep well now! LOL!
The shoes are hawt, totally. I’m surprised my mom didn’t go all “Hannukah crazy” for you. You should harass her about that.
Love the shoes and I’m jealous of them as I always am. Our Christmas craziness might just be what we try and fit on our tree. But when the little darlings bring home more home made decorations you’re not allowed to put them in the bin are you?
(picture coming)
I didn’t see anything past the mother effin’ hot shoes and legs!
I posted about my MIL’s decorating in her home in Australia and I commented on the oddness of celebrating Christmas in 40 degree heat. Not sure how you do it.
LOVE the heels. Can you believe that I do not own a pair of red heels. Must. Buy. Some tomorrow.
As a good citizen, I have to help our economy. No?
Have I told you how awesome your Christmas header is yet Kel? I’m totally jealous – even though I love pink all year round, never got around to doing ANYTHING Christmassy to my blog this year. Oh well, there’s always next year.
Just in case I don’t get back before we head off for Chrissy – Merry Christmas!!!
I love the shoes. I really, really, would love to be able to sweat on Christmas. This -35 below (wind chill) is annoying and NOT Christmas magical at. all.
By the way, I think you are hilarious.
There are some amazing posts here, well done all. As promised I have added links to all the entrants on my Christmas Page. Do you accessorize in more ways than your shoes, Kelley. I tend to wear red clothes, flashing Christmas earrings and brooches.
Nope, no Christmas crazy stories…not even crazy Hanukkah stories. And, I cannot wrap my head around it being 90 degrees with air conditioning on for Christmas…jeez, Louise…we have a -10 F windchill factor going on here….yours sounds so much better!
The only CC around here is dealing with my relatives!
Totally posted.
It’s totally crap. But, I tried my very, very hardest I swear!!!
And I want the shoes xD
I always get those Mr Linky things wrong…. hope it works. Thanks for hosting. Hairy Kriselbum to you all.
You know, I have only once seen Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo. It was Christmas Eve years ago, and someone brought it to the Christmas party and popped it in the VCR at like 2:30 in the morning when we were all three sheets to the wind. The laughing! The hysteria! I don’t think I can ever watch it again, ’cause that was such a magical experience.
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