tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post7305968742384789786..comments2023-06-01T04:41:28.669-04:00Comments on an undercurrent of hostility: Christmas in my heart the whole year long, blast it allAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944928044277724293noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-20726283433599872252011-02-01T15:10:30.571-05:002011-02-01T15:10:30.571-05:00So, has the baby turned? Are you all okay? Kennedy...So, has the baby turned? Are you all okay? Kennedy 6.0 will be making a debut soon and very soon. How exciting is that? You are in my prayers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-21313759257936001722011-01-27T14:34:31.582-05:002011-01-27T14:34:31.582-05:00Is it too late to pretend you are Russian Orthodox...Is it too late to pretend you are Russian Orthodox?<br /><br />mmAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-5857428764518597482011-01-23T20:57:26.708-05:002011-01-23T20:57:26.708-05:00Jim,
You forgot the Mardi Gras tree althougth not ...Jim,<br />You forgot the Mardi Gras tree althougth not all stores may carry the green, yellow and purple lights or the crawfish lights.<br /><br />http://www.ehow.com/how_5826839_decorate-mardi-gras-tree.html<br /><br />Anne, know you and the babe are in our prayers.<br />JackieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-69786173724201981432011-01-22T13:18:28.912-05:002011-01-22T13:18:28.912-05:00My mother still tells the story of how I learned t...My mother still tells the story of how I learned to crawl the week before she, my father and I moved cross-country from Virginia to California. Apparently I took great delight in unpacking boxes she had just packed, removing all the Kleenex tissues from the box, etc. <br /><br />I love to watch babies disassembling things - I think it's their interest and focus that intrigues me. However I do have to admit that it's not my job to join together what they have put asunder, since I am not a parent. I am sure you are eagerly anticipating your mother's arrival. Good luck!Dr. Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04776830530694403715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-86272413425271596352011-01-22T12:12:53.229-05:002011-01-22T12:12:53.229-05:00Maybe your mom will take it down for you!Maybe your mom will take it down for you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35868329.post-91876347155278197142011-01-21T15:16:06.825-05:002011-01-21T15:16:06.825-05:00I so sympathize with your Christmas problem. Some...I so sympathize with your Christmas problem. Sometimes exhaustion just is. I recall all I had to take over when our second boy was born and am amazed at your energy!<br /><br />True story for your amusement. Friends of ours years back got married without a clear sense of who did what. She had come from a family where everyone pitched in on whatever needed to be done, he from one that defined tasks as 'manly' or 'woman's work.'<br /><br />First Christmas together she is looking for help taking down the (artificial) tree, whose top she cannot reach. Nope, that is 'womans' work.' Nothing happened. For Valentine's day, the tree sprouted red hearts! For St. Patrick's green shamrocks appeared. At Easter, eggs in various colors appeared. For Memorial day, flags were seen. <br /><br />His folks were invited for a 4th of July barbecue. He took down the tree and they had a conversation about how two working and married adults cooperate. <br /><br />FWIW<br />jimBJimBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17312606954135884910noreply@blogger.com