So did anyone see the Christmas In Rockefeller Plaza special on NBC last night? If you missed it, I envy you. It Stunk, with a capitol S! First of all, just about ever single female artist was wear a big fur coat (Don't ever let me catch you wearing a fur coat, I will not be happy). What's wrong with fleece and snow jackets? Those are much more festive anyway. And don't give me crap about leather coming from animals. My sneakers are not to show off how much money I have, believe me. That's why Secret Sneaker is the place for me. Anyway, I got off the subject. You would think, since this was a Christmas Special with a Christmas Tree that there would be Christmas Carols (not Carol Vessy carols either, despite the lack of Ed). But NOOOOOOOOOO. Instead I had to suffer thru songs I hear on the radio by Jessica Simpson and her lover Nick Something-er-other, un-intelligible songs by Enrique Eglasies and dancing Hoochie Santa Babes (I'm not complaining about the Hoochie Santa Babes, I'm just trying to make a point). Anywho, the only decent song was sung by none other than American Idol Kelly Clarkson. I figured she'd just sing something called Miss Santa-Dependant or something like the rest of the artists who wrote their Christmas Songs about 30 minutes before the show started.

Oh well. It was a nice time at the Brady House anyway. I keep doing told I should be doing crafts for Christmas Gifts. It's obvious these encouragers (*cough * Julie Brady * cough*) have not seen my "artistic ability." I've seen 3rd graders with more talent at crafts than I have! But, let me tell you, when it comes to video games, I walk ALL over them! That's right, BRING IT ON LITTLE KIDS!