I hate holidays. There is just too much crap wrapped around holidays. Thanksgiving is one of those holidays... I never really liked it to begin with since it represents the Natives saving the lives of the Pilgrims, whose spawn later murdered what was left after the diseases went through.

Most other holidays are really no better. The expectations surrounding costumes for Halloween, presents for Christmas, sex for Valentine's day (wait...that one isn't so bad). I just think that having plans for a holiday are bound for failure every time. Therefore, I plan to stop all holidays from this point further. Tomorrow, I will be attending a Capitals game downtown. Thursday, I will be eating a turkey sandwich without all of the fixings...because honestly I don't want the entire meal. I really like the turkey sandwich the following day.

Even with the 6 year old, it would be nice if we could cut out Christmas. Not very likely since she has done nothing but want Christmas since December 26th. She has been talking about Santa, Christmas trees, and candy canes. I think sometimes she is the leader of the elves.

I would love to say Christmas is in the tropics. Only those that can buy their way will be permitted to go.

I am sitting here watching the Eagles beat the Bears and a commercial runs repeatedly during the breaks. It is 30 seconds of irrellevance:



So, after watching that, I have to think to myself that maybe I am just too old to get it. That commercial did not make me want to join the group of people already using a Jeep. It didn't make me feel like I need a Jeep because it has something I want. It didn't even make me think at all. Fact is, I feel like I lost 30 seconds of my life waiting to see a drawing of a Jeep on white paper.

What happemed to the Jeep climbing a mountain so someone can take their snowboard back down? What happened to the Jeep commercials showing the evolution and history of the Jeep? Even if you showed me a commercial with a hot chick fawning over the overweight plumber crack guy stepping out of the Jeep with a tool belt on. NOW THAT would be a commercial that would make me consider a Jeep. The plumber picking up the supermodel because he drives a Jeep. Not only do you sell the vehicle, but it is funny.

The supermodel is doing a photo shoot outside on stairs of some historic location and shee stops in her tracks as the brand new Jeep Cherokee pulls up front. A pregnant pause takes place. She is stunned. A balding bearded overweight plumber steps out on the opposite of the Jeep, grabs his tool belt out of the back seat and throws it around his waist as it pulls down on his pants. As his walks up the stairs, the supermodel runs up to him and says " I sure would like to get to know you better. You can pick me up at 7."

Stunned, the plumber walks away with a number in hand. The supermodel looks back at the vehicle. Now THAT'S a Jeep.