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This entry was posted on 12/26/2005 3:45 PM and is filed under uncategorized.


     So this is the post where I wait to title it until after I've written it because I have no idea what I'm going to ramble about yet.



     Exciting, huh?  The suspense is killing me.



   So we had a great Christmas around here (it's not quite over....we haven't seen the whole family yet) and so far everyone is quite happy with the gifts they received.  Especially Short Round,  who has to be coaxed away from his new train table to eat and bathe.  I have to admit, it's pretty damned cool.



   I got the treadmill I asked for and the kids got me the best gifts evah.  Homegirl got me the new Rachel Ray book and my son got me Chicken Soup for the Dog Owner's Soul.  Yes, I do believe that normally the Chicken Soup books are cheesy treacle (ew) that eat your brain..but this one was about dogs!  Remember? I love the dogs? Remember?



  So far we've scored big time on kids' gifts, but we'll see if we batted .500 when my stepsons come later this week.   I'm gonna tell y'all what we got the older one and y'all tell me if you think he'll like it, ok? 



  Spiderman Undies!  I mean, what 15 year old young man wouldn't love that? Huh?



  Ha. I bet you really thought I was gonna tell what we got you, huh Andy?   I am much too clever for that!  I'd never tell you that we got you an automobi...oh crap!  Heh.  Ok, so at this point I'm only amusing myself, but for the 4.95 a month I pay to have this blog, realistically, how many people can I expect to amuse?   



   So.  How'd everyone make out with the giving and the getting?   



  What's the best gift you ever got?  And from whom?



   How about the worst?  Again, who gave it to you? (Don't worry, you can tell me. They'll never know.)



   I'll go first.



  Best gift is easy peasy, baby.  My daughter was born on Christmas Day 16 years ago yesterday.  It just doesn't get better than that.   I guess God and my uterus conspired to give me that gift. Those crazy kids.



  Worst gift would probably be the year my dad sent our gifts about 2 months late and I got a baby doll.  I was not a baby doll kind of girl. I really needed a new baseball mitt and instead I got a doll.  It's not so much about the doll as it was how my dad didn't know me well enough to know what kind of kid I was. He assumed that because I was a girl I would want a doll. (I know, I'm getting a bit deep. Sorry. I'll stop now)



   So. Best gift and worst gift! Get typing!




 

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    • 12/26/2005 4:27 PM Pookie wrote:
      I have to say that my best gift ever was 15 years ago. Pookie Junior, it seems, was quite an acrobat in the womb. He managed to crawl back around through the umbilical cord and tie a perfect overhand knot in it. During labor, the knot tightened, blood pressure went up, and we went into emergency c-section. The EKGs showed damage to his heart, so the next day he was rushed to the Children's Hospital, 130 miles away. This is a hospital of world renown when it comes to neonatal and pediatric cardiactrics. We learned all sorts of new terms, like "coarctation of the aorta", "septal ventral defect", etc. They prepared us to expect open heart surgery within a day or two. On Day Two, they told us surgery could probably wait a week, but he would be spending the first six months of his life in the hospital. On Day Three, they told us we could possibly go home after a month, and then come back for surgery at six months. Day Four, we were told to expect a couple of weeks' observation, and surgery before the age of two or three. Day Five, they discharged us. "Go home," they said. "Come back in a month for a checkup." We made the long drive home, and arrived in town just a few minutes after our church's Christmas program was starting. We slipped quietly into the back pew, but things didn't stay quiet for long when the pastor saw us. After monthly checkups, then three month checkups, then six month checkups, the doctor finally said, "Why are we still seeing you? His heart shows no evidence that there was ever anything wrong with it!" Pssst, Junior... StepContrary didn't really get you Spidey unders. I told her you're more a Mutant Turtles kind of kid.
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    • 12/27/2005 4:48 AM Andy wrote:
      well, i don't really have anything related to birth/infants/miraculous healings. (though i guess the story above kinda applies to me too :p. i don't remember much of it) i would have to say my grandfather's coin collection(plus various other things he's collected over the years) that he'd been building up since shortly after WWII. most of the stuff in it were things he actually found, like Korean bank notes from during the war there. the coolest stuff in there is some of the memorablia from when he worked on the Ajax/Hercules SAMs after the Korean War, both in Japan and the US. The missiles at the time weren't accurate enough and were too expensive to shoot one at each bomber, so they just stuck a nuke on it and shot it in the general direciton of the incoming air fleet. cool stuff. (is my pyromania showing?) i still have to inventory it so we can get it insured. that'll be a job for a good three-day weekend.
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    • 12/27/2005 4:49 AM Andy wrote:
      btw, Jr. #2 is a spongebob tightie-whitey type. just a FYI. :p
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    • 12/27/2005 3:33 PM Andy wrote:
      btw, i'll be downloading AIM tomorrow, i'll e-mail dad my screename once i get it set up.
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    • 12/29/2005 9:04 AM jojothedogfacegirl wrote:
      Best- freedom .... long story involving my Thelma ... worst-red wool knee high socks- my class gift when I was in kindergarten... i got to watch my mom be "polite" and tell the lil girl's mommy who'd brought the socks... what a wonderful, pratical idea. I wanted to stomp my mom's toe. Well, up until we left and she let me know that she was being nice and knew it wasn't a "good" gift. What gave it away? The way I sat there with a pair of socks on my desk... spinning them around, watching the other kids play with their $1 crap.... the other kids blew their $1 bubbles, broke their cheap necklaces, and rolled their cheap lil cars... felt like the bastards were taunting me... maybe just my perception at the time... or was it the smirk that miss perfect jennifer had on her face. Perhaps... I'm not much of a poker face... I can only imagine at age 5, I was even less of one. Know what lesson I learned from this? Not a damn one. I still hate red socks to this day.... not that I'm bitter... cause I'm not. really.. I'm way over it. Not sure who I wanted to punch worse though... the lil girl who actually brought socks as a gift... or lil jennifer. Again... i'm not holding a grudge or anything... that would be petty... right?
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