I don’t even have an ox, do you? You do? Well I didn’t ask you, did I? I did? Well, is this your blog? Okay, then shut up. Now where was I? Oh right…
January 26 kicks off the Year of the Ox. I say we kick it to the curb. I mean, there are plenty of other nouns worthy of Year-ing. And many are more prevalent than a silly fictional blue animal that accompanies a giant man with an axe.
I submit we petition for a new New Year object. It’s been the same 12 animals in the Chinese Zodiac rotation and it’s monotonous. Don’t you think it’s time for a change? Here are some suggestions and please save your questions until the end. I can’t have you interrupting me all the time:
Year of the Jennifer
Jennifers are more prevalent than oxes (oxen? oxi?)… at least in the blogosphere.
Bartender! A round of links on me for all the Jennifers in the blizog hizouse!
Jenn Thorson at Of Cabbages and Kings
Jen of Happily Ever After Land
Jennifer Harvey of Thursday Drive
Jennifer of Amongst Other Things
Jen at Red Head Ranting
Jenners at Life With a Little One and More
Jennifer D at Playgroups are No Place for Children.
Jennifer Lawson of The Bloggess
Jenny at Bits & Pieces
Jen W of Serenity now
Jen Warren of TuTu’s Bliss
Jennifer of Tales From Our Crib
…just to name a few.
Year of the Goat
Yes, there is already a Year of the Goat, but the next one doesn’t happen until 2015, which is after the End of the World in 2012 (please see my previous post regarding the upcoming apocalypse). Why can’t I have one more Year of Me before we all bite the asteroid dust? Also, I currently share my year with the Sheep and the Ram, and quite frankly, I think I deserve to have my own year.
Year of the Indecisive Garden Gnome
If I had a nickel for every one of these on my lawn, I’d have three dollars and forty-seven cents. It would have been $3.55, but Indecisive Garden Gnome Gomer and his partner, Stan, had an unfortunate meeting of my anger management issues and the next door neighbor’s pink flamingo collection.
Year of the Yo-Yo
I just like how this sounds.
I realize we’re creatures of habit and just who do I think I am, an insignificant American, trying to muck up thousands of years of Chinese Tradition, but I don’t have an ox, do you?
(Paid for by The Goats Against Year of the Ox)