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Esther
Thanks, Magics!! She was really something..... ;- b— December 13, 2009 1:31 p.m.
Esther
I just read your older blogs, PP. Jesus. My apologies for the pre-safe-sex comment. I'm a little older than you, and we did not use anything but the pill. CF - it was 1984. I may have made our experience living there sound more idyllic than it really was. Many of our friends got killed in auto accidents or died of drug overdoses. Our mother was scared to death everytime we went out the door. We could not wait to get the hell out of there.— December 13, 2009 12:36 p.m.
Bah humbug!!!
We use the holidays as an excuse to eat and drink too much. And laugh about my brother-in-law's brisket. The guy cannot cook a brisket to save his life. So, Anti, as I was forcing my hand to write the check for $100.00 toward my newphew's Lego Star Wars Death Star that cost $500.00, all I could think was, "this kid is not even going to own this thing by next year". I hate when people ask me if I done my cards yet or finished my shopping. I'm like "what shopping?". It's like they are pressuring me to participate in something I really don't care about. I buy a gift for my husband and chip in for the two youngest kids and that is IT. We use to be expected to buy a gift for everyone and then schlep them 140 miles away, not mention my family, who live all over the place. My husband and I don't have kids, so we would spend hundreds of dollars and get maybe a cutting board or something. Not that I care. I hate gifts. I don't have any place to put any more crap. Now we do a gift exchange. Even that kind of sucks because I also hate to shop, but it's an improvement and it's cheaper and less wasteful. Actually, my husband has taken over that responsibility the last couple years since it's his family. In my family, my sister and I made a pact years ago. We just said "f*** 'em". I don't work as hard as I do to spend my precious time and money in a mall. They caught on after a few years of whining, but now everyone is much happier.— December 13, 2009 11:09 a.m.
"Jesus is the ONLY reason for the season" Billboard
"Jesus is the ONLY reason for the season" strikes me as exclusionist reasoning as well. Really, what they are trying to say is that Christians are the reason for the season, and all you other heathens can just crawl away to your dens of iniquity. Subtle as a sledgehammer. I will be celebrating Hanukkah with my husband's family today. He has a big family and we always have a great time. On Christmas we all go to the movies and out to dinner, Jews and Christians and otherwise alike, because his family respects that everyone is different but all the same and wants everyone to celebrate their version of what the holidays mean to them. And we don't say to anyone "you can't come".— December 12, 2009 8:37 a.m.
Requiem for the Vampire
Anything with onion rings!! So, Vlad's piano is referred to as the "parlor style", which is the room in the house where, in the old days when people bought the big one at home rather than a hospital, they viewed the body. Before funeral parlors became the norm. My grandmother still calls the living room the parlor. Gives me the creeps. Pete, I have to know, and don't lie (not that you would), but did you drink those beers floating around in your pee soup? I'll bet you did. Hosed 'em off and chilled 'em right back up. Don't disappoint me. Good luck, Pike. I hope you get the job.— December 11, 2009 3:55 p.m.
TRAILER TRASH???
http://www.missouritrailertrash.com/4-sale.htm Worst trailers, ever.— December 11, 2009 12:32 p.m.
Esther
Thanks, Pistol!! Things were a LOT more fun in the pre-safe-sex era, huh? CF, I left as soon as I was able. My mom and stepfather moved to San Jose after we graduated. I never go back. Once, years ago, my sister and I were visiting our mother and we went wine-tasting around that area. We took a drive through Gilroy to get to the winery, and we were like, oh my GOD, can you ever believe we lived here? I did not keep in touch with a single person from high-school.— December 11, 2009 11:16 a.m.
Esther
Thanks, CF!! XOXO.— December 11, 2009 10:52 a.m.
Bah humbug!!!
I don't know what to say anymore. I was at a "holiday" party yesterday, and it was awkward, everyone patting each other on the back and saying "happy holidays". A few bold folks ventured a hearty "merry Christmas!", almost as if they were making a point. So I guess that's what it's become. I am just grateful for my time here on this earth, regardless of religion.— December 11, 2009 10:46 a.m.
Poultry and Cosmology
natch, AG would get this!! That soup recipe looked really good and really LONG.— December 9, 2009 6:53 p.m.