tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post8490228058822769900..comments2023-06-27T06:10:59.459-05:00Comments on Blog to the Bone: On The First Day of Christmas...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03656235714427761274noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-85910235259025286892006-12-28T04:13:00.000-06:002006-12-28T04:13:00.000-06:00Ahh it's alright Amy - cards, and pretty much Chri...Ahh it's alright Amy - cards, and pretty much Christmas, didn't happen for me this year either. Here's to spending next Christmas in the USA, instead of alone!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-80826332848814941812006-12-27T16:45:00.000-06:002006-12-27T16:45:00.000-06:00You guys are so nice to me.
You should see my mo...You guys are so nice to me. <br /><br />You should see my mom's feet and legs! Wow! She's lost ten pounds overnight just from getting all that water out of her. <br /><br />Lisa, it's nice to hear you talk about Christmas at my house. One of my favorite Christmas memories involves you. We had gone down to Dorothy and Jim's for Christmas eve, and I was tired so I came home. You and Cynthia stumbled in around midnight, giggling and shushing each other. I fell right back to sleep. <br /><br />I woke up about 3:30. There was a lump on the couch, snoring. Naturally, I assumed it was my mother, but I wondered why she was sleeping on the couch and how she looked so much thinner. I looked under the tree, and there was a skateboard next to my head. I was pleased. <br /><br />I got up and went to nudge my mom to get her to stop snoring. As I bent down to look, it was you! Boy, was I surprised. So I grabbed a chocolate ball which had magically appeared in a bowl on the end table and went and sat in the kitchen, thinking I'd just wait for everyone to get up.<br /><br />Right about then, my dad got up to pee, and he found me in the kitchen. I told him I'd just wait for morning, but he said no and dragged me to bed with him and my mom. I was sure I wouldn't go back to sleep, but I did.<br /><br />It was nice to have you at our house for Christmas. Remember the real candles on the tree? I always loved it when the tree had pine cones in it, too.<br /><br />Anyway--<br /><br />Kath, thanks for the thoughts and prayers. Sorry I didn't get a card to you. Only one household got a card this year. I'm terrible. I'm thinking I should shoot for Christmas and hope they're there in time for New Year's.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03656235714427761274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-65704801335707756432006-12-27T08:23:00.000-06:002006-12-27T08:23:00.000-06:00Always wear nice underwear, it's not just talk.
...Always wear nice underwear, it's not just talk. <br /><br />I'm sorry that Christmas was not the merry event you worked so hard to pull off. Thank God it wasn't forever the day your mother died either. I hate to think of what would have been if she had been home alone. <br /><br />I loved Christmas at your mother's house as a child and all the things your mother made and did to make it the hap happiest time of the year.<br /> <br />Cynthia tells me your mother is doing well and was in good spirits on Christmas day. I am thinking her best present was you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-5557547290272948722006-12-27T02:42:00.000-06:002006-12-27T02:42:00.000-06:00Hey hon. Sorry to hear about your Christmas drama...Hey hon. Sorry to hear about your Christmas dramas. Thoughts and prayers heading your way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com