Changing It Up

For those of you who read my blog (thanks Mom), you may have noticed that the title has changed. Yay changes!

I was never particularly fond of "Carling's Chapter", a little cutesy with the alliteration, and had a definite lack of creativity.  

Course Language hit me like a ton of bricks a few days ago.  

"Course" is my last name.  A name I had to earn, not one I was born into.  I love the name (minus the occasional d-bag who reminds me not to call my future child "Inter".... really? You think you're a genius because you put Inter and Course together? Really?)

Course Language seemed to fit where my blog has been heading... a little rough around the edges, but (I hope) witty none the less.

And the tag line comes from a moment on that same day when I was liberally applying my black eye liner at 8AM and started to wonder if there was ever a time when black eye liner was innappropriate. (The answer - no.)

Blogs are an interesting thing - they are a gateway into your life that might not be there otherwise.

I love writing mine, and I love it even more now that the name reflects more of who I am.

Prepare yourself for continued important opinions.

The Song that Killed Christmas

Can I get "Old Lady Prude" on you all for a moment?

Today I was in the mall doing a little Christmas shopping.  

I'm in the mood, I'm happy, I'm getting all "jingle bell rock" up in here. 

I had finished putting up my Christmas village in the house earlier in the day, and was happy it was Christmastime!

And then.... I heard this song on a store's speakers.

Excuse my text lingo profanity but.... WTF.

Can I just take you through some of these outrageous lyrics?

Light me up, put me on top, let's fa-la-la-la-la-la-la
(I'll never look at the star on the top of our Christmas tree the same again)

The only place you'll want to be is underneath my Christmas tree
(Actually, the only place I want you is far FAR away from underneath my Christmas tree - it's clean under there, let's keep it that way)


Ho(e) Ho(e) Ho(e), under the mistletoe.... yes everyone knows, we will take off our clothes.
(Sigh, it was only a matter of time before Santa's greeting turned into hooker slang, and please, keep your clothes ON, this is a family party...)


My Christmas tree's delicious.
(What? Gross.)

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When did Christmas become another word for sex?

I was actually embarrassed in the store because I had just finished having a lovely conversation with a lovely (read untainted by all things unholy) older woman, and then I had to endure the "taking off your clothes" nonsense while she was still in the same aisle. It was unbearable.


Please Lady Gaga, stop the crazyiness. 

Time to Silent Your Night.