traditions

If you've never seen or heard of a pickle ornament, I apologize. That headline has got to be one of the weirdest things you've read in quite awhile.

This news will be received differently depending on your household. At my house, there's a woman that I'm married to that is not going to be happy about this, while at Joe Dredge's place, he'll have to work hard to hide his glee at a potential turkey shortage.

Does anyone anywhere really send their "true love" all the items from the song? And considering what would show up if you did--would your true love be happy about it?

And, by "this" I mean dyeing the Chicago River bright green.

A few of us were sitting around the office wasting precious company time planning out the remainder of the week, when the topic of Christmas traditions came up. One staff member says it's not Christmas unless they line their driveway and sidewalk with their annual "lumineria," or, to put it more simply, lunch-bags with candles and sand in them. Others had different ones. Like, "Hide

As a kid, there was nothing I enjoyed hearing more on the cusp of a holiday than "Hey, kids! Let's learn something about (fill in the holiday)!" Really? I'm off of school for a few days! I'm not supposed to be learning things! Is this some sort of trick?

Due to cultural shifts, expectations of personal space, and of course, a harassment lawsuit, I wasn't too worried about being pinched if I didn't wear the color green today. Getting a good pinch for making the poor sartorial choice of non-green clothing was a standard punishment back when I was in school, but now it appears that tradition has gone the way of the dinosaurs.