Christmas Baby

I was a Christmas baby.

“Oh that had to suck!” people tell me all the time. “Did people forget about your birthday?”  “Did you get birthday/Christmas presents a lot?”  “Did your parents combine your birthday and Christmas?”

The answers to these statements and questions is:  No, it wasn’t that bad; No, No, and NO.

I was pretty fortunate.  My birthday was, is, and always will be December 12th.  That’s almost exactly two weeks before Christmas, so there was plenty of time between my birthday and the “big holiday.”  My parents were always good about separating Christmas from my birthday, and family and friends never combined my gifts into one.

As far as I was concerned, my birthday was always a prelude to Christmas.  An appetizer, if you will.  The tree was always already up, and my gifts were placed under it.  The house was decorated in red and green and there was usually snow on the ground outside.  Christmas carols played on the stereo, and everyone was in relatively good cheer.

Other birthdays didn’t have the pizazz that mine did.  They didn’t have the colors, the lights, or the festive atmosphere.

As far as I was concerned, I considered myself LUCKY to be a Christmas baby.

Of course, as the years went on and I got older (and older), birthdays didn’t matter as much.  Family parties were long a thing of the past.  It got too hard to coordinate everyone’s schedules for a party for cake and coffee and the traditional opening of gifts.  So those parties turned into phone calls or emails, and maybe a gift card sent in the mail with a birthday card.

And that’s OK.  Birthdays are something to celebrate, but the festivity around them should be reserved for kids.  After all, you may not remember what anyone gave you for your birthday last year or the year before; but I bet you remember getting your first bicycle, that special dollhouse, or that super-special toy you just HAD to have when you were a kid.

So as I celebrate the end of my 37th year, and the beginning of my 38th, I want to thank everyone that I’ve come into contact with in the last 37 years;  for the friendship, love and support; for the good advice, the kick in the ass when I needed it, and the shoulder to cry on when I had nobody else to turn to; for the wild and crazy times and the quiet, reflective moments; but most of all, for being part of my world.

Because that’s the best gift anyone can possibly give.

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The Christmas Bows

The Christmas Bows

When my Mom moved out of her parents’ house, my Grandma decided she wanted to do something special for her first Christmas.  So she bought several yards of bright red felt, created a pattern, and sewed, by hand, 50 red bows for her Christmas tree. 

Mom and Dad's Tiny TreeEach bow was about five inches wide and three inches tall.  They were all “tied” with a small strip of felt and sewn in the back, and an ornament hook was sewn in to hang the bows on her Christmas tree.

When we were kids, we had an oddly shaped artificial tree.  The ornaments didn’t hang on the tree, they more or less “laid” on the tree.  As the years went on, we replaced the old tree with a new, more symmetrical tree, and we decided to be more particular about how it looked.  So we decided to drape the garland from branch to branch and hook a bow at each point.  This way we had a much prettier tree, and we could feature my Mom’s Christmas bows more prominently.  It was the perfect way to honor Grandma’s memory, and continue the family tradition.  We continued this tradition even when we replaced the big tree with a smaller tree (shown at left). 

When my sister and I moved out of their house, my Mom decided to continue the tradition further.  She purchased many yards of red felt — a slightly coarser and thicker grade felt than Grandma had used — and copied the pattern from one of her own bows.  She cut the felt, created the bows, and sewed them together; then glued the “tie” on and the hook in the back.  She created 50 for me, and 50 for my sister.

When my sister and I opened the bows that Christmas, we instantly burst into tears.  We knew Mom was making the bows, but we didn’t know she was making them for us.  And from that Christmas on, the bows adorned each of our own Christmas trees. 

So this weekend when I put my tree up, and I open that box of bows, I will instantly be reminded of how much love went into them.  And I will remember how much love went into the bows my Grandma created for my mom.  That’s what tradition, and love, is all about.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Everything's Alright…

I had a minor… OK… MAJOR panic attack last night when the post I wrote (and subsequently lost– DOH!) gave me an error screen saying that my IP address had been BLACKLISTED and I couldn’t post anything to this site.

Blacklisted on my own blog… now that just ain’t cool.

So I turned to a friend, and then to my hosting company, for advice.  I found out that one of my plugins was causing the problem. So I disabled the plugin. And suddenly, everything’s alright.

Here’s the thing– if you have had trouble commenting in the past… or if you could not comment at all… please try now.  I have a feeling this may have solved that problem as well.

Now to re-write that post I lost.  Grrr….

Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine.
And we want you to sleep well tonight.
Let the world turn without you tonight.
If we try, we’ll get by, so forget all about us tonight —
Jesus Christ Superstar

I AM FREE!!!!!

Today’s surgery went splendidly! I’m home, resting, and feeling fabulous.

Aside from the burning sensation when I … you know … pee.

Cause it hurts.

A LOT.

I’ll leave you to figure out why.

But on the flip side, I am now 100% STONE FREE. And 100% Stent free. FREE, I TELL YOU! Which means I can go back to living a normal life again.

As soon as this burning sensation subsides.

Thank God for drugs!

P.S. Thanks to Scott for guest blogging for me on Tuesday. While it isn’t exactly true that I am buds with O.J. Simpson or Osama bin Laden, I want to warn all of you dear readers (and voters) about an unholy alliance I have uncovered between our dear Mr. O-Rama and kooky Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez. See for yourself… if you dare:

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