I used to be the type of Christmas nut that drove everybody crazy cuz I'd pull out the holiday music before Halloween. My favorite song of all time was We Need a Little Christmas by Johnny Mathis. My children would decorate the tree, and as soon as they went to bed, I'd rearrange the ornaments so they hung in a neat and patterned fashion. I didn't do that this year. The unbalanced bulbs didn't make me mental like usual. Its hard to believe that I have been known to throw Christmas in July parties a time or two. Yep, I'd get the tree out and everything.
So in comes yule 2008 and I can't get Hard Candy Christmas out of my head. Ol' Dolly is a lyrical genius as far as I'm concerned. I no longer see what's fun about running from store to store or baking for this, that, and the other. I finally slapped myself across the face and realized that my kids will survive if they don't get Mario Kart and it's no big deal if I get nothing original for my dad. I mean really, there's no rule that says he can't have a different nascar shirt for every day of the year.
It hasn't helped that I'm holding onto a virus that I'm convinced has to be somewhat of a sister to the bird flu. I coughed so hard that I pulled a muscle around my middle ribcage. It hurt to even breathe. I can't remember the last time I called in sick to work because I was the one who was sick, but I've called in two different days in three weeks time. At least the Halls and Ricola assembly line workers don't have to worry about losing their jobs now. I've bought enough throat drops to keep them working for several more years.
On Thursday, I made a big mistake by presuming I could be amongst others without inadvertently hawking my left lung at them. I went to Walmart to catch up on shopping and in true Sam Walton tradition, they still had one checker running the show. Honestly??? It's Christmas for bells sake. Would it be so difficult to teach the floor waxer/wannabe zamboni driver to jump on a register once the line hits neverending?
Lucky for me, we're also getting a white Christmas, meaning that my kitchen floor needs constant wiping (which I neglect) and I am once again regretting not going into debt for a garage addition. No need to fear as my children are keeping things jolly around here despite my grinchitis. Brooksie just couldn't wait to give me this gingerbread necklace he made me at school. I've been wearing it nonstop because it reminds what the season is all about.




Think of all the schooling you and the brutha have put your wives through. I think you guys got masters degrees just so it was official that you were smarter than us. It's just a piece paper.
Think of your hexing. Okay, I honestly have no idea what you're doing here and though I find it a bit creepy, it just may work.



Even though its been a little while since he's been able to pillow fight, Emma will never forget all the battles they had together. He took many a nitroglycerin when the pillow wars were over.
Four generations of good men-
Sweet Grandpa holding my Sweet Boy-
We'll desperately miss Grandpa asking Emma & Brooks if he can have Tug. He was providing laughs to the very end.
Grandpa, give Lana & Kent a hug from us. Hopefully you'll also get to meet Trav, you will like each other. We love you and we will miss your repeated stories. I will personally miss being minus one strong democrat in the family. God be with you until we meet again...