tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post7980069625136506324..comments2008-12-09T23:27:55.860-05:00BlondeBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05914759722134808069blondeblogger@soablondewalksintoareview.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-36850675295046920852008-12-09T23:27:00.000-05:002008-12-09T23:27:00.000-05:00My mother knew I was into "old-fashioned" things when I was a teenager, so she just KNEW I would LOVE one particular present she found for me. <BR/><BR/>Unfortunately....The "old fashioned" sun bonnet set was so wrong. The sunbonnet swallowed my head. The matching apron barely covered my hips. The set was brilliant purple with large checked ruffles. The style was bad enough, but the "Barney purple" color was awful!lisawonbighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814350988174767723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-49838458286042233022008-12-09T22:49:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:49:00.000-05:00I used to love the Christmas season and was completely consumed by it. After I got divorced, my passion for the holidays has decreased year by year. I think I need to read this book.artmarciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979062061412848620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-36174282844284893562008-12-09T22:33:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:33:00.000-05:00Once when I was a about 12 , my grandmother ( a massive control freak amoong other things) came to our house and pitched a fit until I changed from a perfectly nice dressy shirt into a turtleneck . I hate turtlenecks . <BR/><BR/>Shw would do things like that all the time, like not let me wear a nice dress my mother made until it was so tight the seams strained, and make me wear shoes that were two sizes too small when she took me to church but this time was especially embarassing because she did it on a holiday in front of other people.<BR/><BR/>ladycat713@yahoo.comladycat713http://ladycat713.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-15176559192489100052008-12-09T21:39:00.000-05:002008-12-09T21:39:00.000-05:00I almost got hit by a Tow Truck last Christmas!<BR/>That same Two truck ran the same red light a month &amp; 10 day later &amp; died.<BR/>How creepy is that?ZESTYWONDERLANDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04649168487546276542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-67787076752271361322008-12-09T20:56:00.000-05:002008-12-09T20:56:00.000-05:00I tend to hide presents all over the house before wrapping them. Well, last Christmas, after we'd opened everything and cleaned up, I remembered THREE OTHER PRESENTS that I had hidden and forgotten. I wrapped them real quick and back we went. haha.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725136834679936700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-47670717670980706042008-12-09T19:17:00.000-05:002008-12-09T19:17:00.000-05:00A family member gave us a canister of cookies that was made with way 2 much baking soda and had pecan shells in them. they were yucky! :(ty 4 the entry!masonsgranny59http://www.blogger.com/profile/14270630133069323504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-15593692594954545522008-12-09T18:13:00.000-05:002008-12-09T18:13:00.000-05:00Does getting a hair removal system from your boyfriend in front of your entire family that were thinking I was getting a diamond count as most embarassing?????jo1brathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239791324342370261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-20409649996431422672008-12-09T18:11:00.000-05:002008-12-09T18:11:00.000-05:00I blogged here:<BR/>http://jo1brat.blogspot.com/jo1brathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239791324342370261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-1056405359431806522008-12-09T11:05:00.000-05:002008-12-09T11:05:00.000-05:00One Christmas Dinner our uncle Chester who was obese passed gas. Tommy our four year old nephew loudly exclaimed "Somebody farted. Daddy it's you. Wheewed."purangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736445079133017408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-3020760646060254542008-12-09T10:09:00.000-05:002008-12-09T10:09:00.000-05:00Christmas Day happens to be my sister in law's birthday. As a result my in laws always try to insist that we must spend Christmas day with them, and not with my family. Last year in a heated debate with my husband over our plans, I said, "I don't care who's birthday it is!". When my 8 year old daughter chimed in, "Mommy, it's Jesus birthday". I instantly felt horrible.blown96cobrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992086316265843407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-77615768467581714272008-12-09T07:07:00.000-05:002008-12-09T07:07:00.000-05:00I blogged <A HREF="http://a-nut-in-a-nutshell.blogspot.com/2008/12/pick-your-prizes-dec-67-edition.html" REL="nofollow">here</A><BR/> <BR/>doot65{at}comcast[dot]netblueviolethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317292371408846962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-27530874425435748172008-12-09T07:06:00.000-05:002008-12-09T07:06:00.000-05:00I remember when I was in 9th grade my french club had a white elephant gift exchange and I had no idea what that was so I asked my mom. She told me and she suggested that I give these memo pads which were the remainders of coupon books my brother made and sold (like Entertainment books). I was leery but I thought ok, that's what you do, I guess. Well, when I got to the party I saw that everyone had purchased things and it wasn't looking good for me. When the girl opened it, she had such a stunned expression and rolled her eyes and just started laughing and making fun of it. I was humiliated beyond belief.<BR/>doot65{at}comcast[dot]netblueviolethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317292371408846962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-66876618512671914782008-12-08T22:46:00.000-05:002008-12-08T22:46:00.000-05:00The saddest Christmas was when the hospital called on Christmas EVe to say that my uncle Vern died. <BR/>Another great Christmas was when my husband bought some pants for me as a gift. He bought size 2x pants. I wore a size 14. Boy, did I feel fat!<BR/>skstigger (at) hotmail.comtigger210http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764210355890934260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-58724129742624208292008-12-08T08:32:00.000-05:002008-12-08T08:32:00.000-05:00The worst Christmas ever was the year my ex daughter in law was sailing the Christmas tree(ornaments &amp; all( down the driveway on my arrival. She was throwing a tantrem as she didn&#39;t get enough gifts! It made for a rather tense Christmas.pms3237http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895561580900256142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-42752367655066046432008-12-08T03:17:00.000-05:002008-12-08T03:17:00.000-05:00This isn&#39;t anything recent, but happened when I was little. My grandfather always told us that the stew my grandmother was cooking was reindeer stew and he told us certain stories about Santa Claus. In grade 1 I wrote a story called &quot;The Day Santa Died&quot;, lol, &amp; my teacher called home &amp; had to have a meeting with my parents.bathroombloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632635224161216813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-61890763449253261672008-12-02T23:48:00.000-05:002008-12-02T23:48:00.000-05:00cdrury@gmail.com<BR/>gave my boss a cute little sign about organization -well he didnt get and took offense and gave me reindeer poop as a present - geeze some people have no sense of humour!!!!cdruryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843192984789251052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-73298983452362837292008-12-01T19:04:00.000-05:002008-12-01T19:04:00.000-05:00every december for the holidays my coworker throws a dirty panty party. Each guest brings a pair of panties wrapped up. we pick numbers for the order to select our gift or steal from another person. I had recently gained some weight due to a medical situation and I got this teeny tiny thong. I was so embarrassed as this would never fit. I work at a health club and everyone was so fit and thin. Needless to say i dont go to the panty party anymore.okaathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10982967778913692349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-65461335496449443462008-11-30T22:59:00.000-05:002008-11-30T22:59:00.000-05:00I was at a party reently and bit into one of the appetizers. I made a face and put it on my husbands plate. Then someone told me the woman who was standing in front of us talking to me as I did that had made them. Talk about embarassing ...I went and got another kind of her appetizerss and ate that one and told her how much I likes it.rosannepmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111587898505317849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-26040872736544589002008-11-28T00:55:00.000-05:002008-11-28T00:55:00.000-05:00My aunt was making fudge and dropped her bottle of prescription medicine in the candy batter. Instead of throwing it out, she finished the drug-laced fudge and gave it to my mother for Christmas.Jenndiggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188145350168583816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-45560465877964929152008-11-25T19:45:00.000-05:002008-11-25T19:45:00.000-05:00My husband doesn't really like to go with me to pick out the tree. He always pulls out a few and says look at this one It is perfect. In the lot it always does look good but when we got the one home last year it looked like the leaning tower of Pisa. I kept thinking it was going to fall over. We all kind of leaned over to make the Christmas pictures look good.Mia J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12448156900359337329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-82748320503316300352008-11-25T19:17:00.000-05:002008-11-25T19:17:00.000-05:00Omgosh<BR/><BR/>In Canada the day after Christmas is called Boxing Day (and other places probably too)<BR/><BR/>When I was growing up my parents had an Open House every Boxing Day where the liquor flowed and the food was abundant!<BR/><BR/>Dad owned a local business and all of his employees would drop by and they were also known for their drinking. <BR/><BR/>One year, the house was full of people; I think I must have been around 11. My siblings and I usually hung out in my room to avoid the "weird" adults.<BR/><BR/>I was elected the person to go out and get us some food and drinks. I made my way into the kitchen and found a very drunk guy, sitting at my parents kitchen table, trying to eat an ornamental gourd!<BR/><BR/>I don't think I'll ever forget!<BR/><BR/>Thanks<BR/><BR/>nancyrobster@gmail.comAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316296139043835879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-14918354283270874542008-11-25T17:01:00.000-05:002008-11-25T17:01:00.000-05:00forgot to stuff the turkeymvernohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626711920030160550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-41994649284042576962008-11-25T12:08:00.000-05:002008-11-25T12:08:00.000-05:00When I was a kid, we opened "family" presents on Christmas Eve, after dinner. I begged and begged to "open just one" before dinner, but no go. Finally, I said, just tell me what THIS ONE is (not knowing it was from my grandmother). Mom says, "A brown raincoat and hat." I go on and on about how NO ONE would EVER give a kid such a yuckky gift. <BR/>Of course, we open presents, and TA DA! there's my brown plastic raincoat and matching hat. <BR/>I'm 45 years old, my grandmother's gone, and I still feel bad about how I acted.marthajanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13660154004353970161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-83730225573258379232008-11-25T07:31:00.000-05:002008-11-25T07:31:00.000-05:00I was at my company Christmas party, and we have a gift exchange. There was one gift I desperately did NOT want....a horrible light-up Rudolph that was almost 5 feet tall. The wrapping was done poorly, so everyone knew what it was. I was the unlucky one who pulled the winning ticket out of the Santa hat. cdziuba@aol.comcdziubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11053733224339266405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336534893145509162.post-10962676386690632542008-11-25T06:54:00.000-05:002008-11-25T06:54:00.000-05:00I participated in a secret santa with a local moms club. My gift giver was horrible. My first and second gifts were actually cute holiday pot holders but they smelled strongly of mildew. My next gift, a box of moldy chocolates. It was disgusting to say the least and left me with a not so merry feeling.sweepmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531919378533886092noreply@blogger.com