tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post5976335511134732976..comments2024-03-20T08:32:25.794-04:00Comments on Dept. of Nance: Making Memories Is Like Oatmeal, Or In My Case, Like A PorcupineNancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-57030181736296452522013-12-04T18:12:36.964-05:002013-12-04T18:12:36.964-05:00I actually think I DID learn my lesson :) I actually think I DID learn my lesson :) The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-5693795354223611602013-12-04T15:51:57.543-05:002013-12-04T15:51:57.543-05:00Bug--I know I answered this comment already, but h...Bug--I know I answered this comment already, but hell if I know where it went! Anyway, I wonder if you learned your lesson, or if you continued snooping at your own peril. At least I was just sitting there, reading!<br /><br />Jennifer--Bless your heart! Thank you! Honestly, I'm very surprised at the overwhelmingly positive response this series has received. But I'm so very glad. Your co-worker can spare the outrage--our tree, although bought and ready in its bucket of water, is in the garage, waiting for this weekend! Happy Anniversary to you and E! Much love to you both.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-42571687830053540142013-12-04T11:05:56.006-05:002013-12-04T11:05:56.006-05:00Thank you for all of these posts. They have been ...Thank you for all of these posts. They have been wonderful. We put up our tree right around our anniversary every year, if not right on the day. So that's tomorrow. My co-worker is shocked that we have waited SO LONG. There's only 21 days left, you know. So I just threw at him~ Christmas is a journey, not a race. Glad I'm not alone in feeling this way!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-74971809641822696622013-12-03T12:27:38.789-05:002013-12-03T12:27:38.789-05:00I think I was older than you were when I knocked o...I think I was older than you were when I knocked over our Christmas tree. Certainly old enough to know better! I was crawling around trying to read the name tag on the giant present in the very back (& if you recall, my mom wasn't happy unless there was a Lake 'O Presents surrounding the tree). Apparently I wiggled when I should have waggled & that sucker went right over, with me just sitting stupefied on the floor. I don't even remember whose present that was. Ha!The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-12125421423058937312013-12-02T08:15:08.796-05:002013-12-02T08:15:08.796-05:00J@jj--It's so true. The oddball stuff makes th...J@jj--It's so true. The oddball stuff makes the best stories. We all tire of people who yammer away endlessly about their Perfect Children and their Perfect Lives. We love our friends whose tales of tribulations are like our own, and it's not so much because "misery loves company." I think it's largely because we treasure the humanness of each other. And we all love to laugh.<br /><br />Thank you for your compliment. November has proven to me that I don't need to be so lazy in the Writing Department. I will try to write far more often here.<br /><br />Shirley--Thank you! RE: being on the same wavelength. I wonder if our quest for perfection around the holidays is because of media pressure, childhood perceptions, or pressure because as women, we are the Holiday Bringers? Maybe it is a deadly combo of all three. <br /><br />Rox--Hey, there you are! Nice to see you here again. Getting sick for Christmas is something I think all families go through with alarming regularity at one point. My sister Patti had a bad run of it for a while. <br /><br />You're right, though. It can be a blessing in disguise. Forced to lie low, you really have to have a low-key Christmas, and it is like a revelation. Yours sounds so cozy and nice, once the voms were done with. Your narration almost sounds...wistful. Time to "get sick" again?Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-23181329287136868332013-12-01T19:24:46.076-05:002013-12-01T19:24:46.076-05:00If that tree had killed you, or even blinded you, ...If that tree had killed you, or even blinded you, you wouldn't be here writing for us, so I am grateful that you got the heck out of the way. Trees are unwieldy.<br /><br />I talk far more about my grandmother's horrid dried out turkeys than I ever have about the delicious juicy ones I've had since then. Not that I want to go back and eat a dried out turkey, mind you, but it does prove your point.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00653383372182667361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-8016037345833079402013-11-30T20:43:07.447-05:002013-11-30T20:43:07.447-05:00Nance, I just shared this same sentiment in my Tha...Nance, I just shared this same sentiment in my Thanksgiving post the other day. We really do remember the imperfect moments and enjoy them far more than those "perfect" moments. I think you did the right thing jumping out of the way of that tree. As you pointed out, there would have been so many inherent dangers in doing that. I definitely remember those large hot lights--yikes! <br /><br />You've done a really terrific job with these posts. I know we've all appreciated them!<br /><br />Shirleygfe--gluten free easilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08182613995248482102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-41605958875700431322013-11-30T18:42:01.429-05:002013-11-30T18:42:01.429-05:00I'm sure I would've done just as you did -...I'm sure I would've done just as you did - self preservation wins every time!<br /><br />We had a crazy Christmas two years ago. School let out for us at noon on Friday, Dec 23. Our plan was to head down the highway on the 24th to spend the holidays with my side of the family. Sadly, by 7pm on the 23rd my youngest (10 yrs at the time) started throwing up, and continued to do so every half hour until 2am. I will never, ever forget his sweet face and him crying "I'm so sorry!! I'm ruining Christmas" over and over. I did my best to assure him he wasn't! <br /><br />Anyway, we didn't get into the car the next morning, we stayed home. We faced no small amount of pressure to come anyway, but I'm so glad we didn't as the virus was quickly passed around to all of us at home.<br /><br />AND... although we missed being there, in some ways it was the best Christmas ever because it was just the four of us. THere is something very special about the memory of sitting in front of the fire on Christmas Eve, having a few goodies and just having the opportunity to just BE. It was wonderful. The bonus for me is that my husband and boys look back on it the same way I do. Roxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07426092137209040367noreply@blogger.com