Malaysian Booty

No, not taut, sweaty, pumping Malaysian buttocks.  That's already been done.  These are the things my friends brought me back from Malaysia after visiting relatives for the Chinese New Year.

Soon brought me back two ornaments.  Or at least that's what they are now.  They went into the Christmas tree storage area so they make it onto our Christmas tree.  Baby Jesus would approve I think.


Here's the other one.  I really like the knotting on this one, and the dragon on the other one.  However, the threading hanging off the bottom of this one reminds me of the two colors of beads your earn in the Boy Scouts.


And he brought Eryn a craft project.  So I made the first one.  I apologize that part of his hat is on backwards in this photo.  Soon said they're the Fu Lu Shou.

Fu Lu Shou (simplified Chinese: 福禄寿; traditional Chinese: 福祿壽; pinyin: Fú Lù Shòu) is the concept of Good Fortune (Fu), Prosperity (Lu), and Longevity (Shou). This Taoist concept is thought to date back to the Ming Dynasty,[1] when the Fu Star, Lu Star and Shou Star were considered to be personified deities of these attributes respectively. The term is commonly used in Chinese culture to denote the three attributes of a good life.

I could have used that Good Fortune one last year prior to the accident.  Hopefully he'll do me some good this year.  But Soon said the one I built is definitely not longevity, so I better get on it.  I don't really want to be prosperous, lucky, and dead.
 

And Ming, Ming brings me food.  Which is very cool.  I haven't tried any of it yet.  I've sort of been saving it for sometime special.  Like a Durian and biscuit/cookie coffee break when Kyle comes over.  We can sit around, drink a big, steaming cup of sugared, creamer-laden, durian goodness and reminisce about that time we saw Jean Luc at that cafe' in Paris.  I thought about dropping in "durian" for vanilla in the Jean Luc commercial, but I'm too lazy for that, and they'd probably sue me for use of something that's not under creative commons. (Hey! Giles is a sexy Nescafe coffee guy!)

Soon Ming.  They won't sit there for a year.  I promise to try everything.

The Death of Christmas

At one time, I considered photographing all our ornaments.  But there are a lot of them.  Too many.  We add 3+ per year, so there isn't enough time. Ever.  However, I will be keeping track of those ornaments that die a horrible death during each season so they can be remembered forever.  Their passing may be due to broken strings and no standard eye to rethread.  Broken or shattered bits.  Plain old ugliness.  Or a failure to ever remember why they were sentimental in the first place.  If you gave us the ornament and you're irritated that it has been retired, remember, the cat broke it.  It wasn't our fault.


It looks fine, but all the edging is worn off.  You wouldn't give a present wrapped that way to a friend, so you shouldn't hang it on your tree.  All you think about is a shabby Christmas.

 

Poor jigsaw Santa.  His hat defined him.  Now he's just some fat man trying to hug children without their permission.

He probably should have died 20 years ago.  He was just persistent.  He's been punched in his eyes made out of coal so many times they've become diamonds. Who puts legs on their snowmen?  That's not even in the Frosty cartoon or Doctor Who Versus the Snowmen.  Maybe I should have painted icicle teeth on him and added a snowglobe nearby and told Eryn it was a Doctor Who theme.