I love Christmas time. My husband not so much. It seems that bad memories have overtaken his good one. We all have bad ones I am sure. Sometimes life just isn't fair. But for the last several years in my recollection; I have been very happy, content. Mostly because of the life I have made with my husband, and of coarse the boy, the dude, THE FLOYDINATOR! This Christmas we got the greatest gift we could have hoped for...Floyd not requiring surgery on his kidney (See post from January 2008 for full details). He did have to go through a few tests to assure that he was cured, but he handled the vesicourethrogram like a champ.
Last Christmas was memorable for Floyd too. A new little spirit in our world. It was also memorable for our furnace konking out on Christmas Eve.
Last Christmas was memorable for Floyd too. A new little spirit in our world. It was also memorable for our furnace konking out on Christmas Eve.2006 Was memorable for Food Poisoning that was cured by my mom's stash of opium.
2005 Was my 30th year. We had a raging Karaoke birthday party.
2004 Intern Year Blues. The year of the Tsunami.
2003 my First Christmas as Dr. Mrs Dr. Bob Jones. I was so grateful for a quiet Christmas Eve with Rob watching the first
2002 Christmas in North Carolina.
Christmas 1982Some of the best memories involve writing up Christmas lists on a daily basis with my best friend Jeffrey Rasmussen. We would rifle through the JC Penney catalog and decide what we both needed. We would call each other Christmas morning every year to tell of our score of gifts. One year we both got orange Nash skateboards. I still have the only gift I ever peaked on, a digital clock radio that Rob hates.
Christmas 1989
My mom worked hard to develop lasting memories and Christmas eve traditions, mostly centered around Christmas eve. She asked that Magan, Matt, and I write a Christmas story every year. Magan always had short simple morality tales, mine we always overly contemplative and allegorical, while Matt's were always about insects and warfare. "Christmas in Nam" was one of my personal Matt favorites.
Now with our traditional nontraditional family we have Christmas eve dinner, play some scrabble, get some pajamas, scream about Chistmas Monkeys, and sing-a-long with Amy Grant and Anne Murray Christmas albums. Literally albums, we crack out the record player baby.
All though its been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas.
All though its been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas.
5 comments:
Merry Christmas to you, too! I'm glad Floyd is ok.
Great post, Lauren.
Merry Christmas Cuz! Thanks for keeping us posted on the happenings of your lives. It's great to keep in touch, after so many years of not! Miss my 'Ball' cousins. We'll have to plan a time to come see the Dude, he's almost too cute to handle. Christmas loves. Lou:)
Lauren I have been terrible I haven't returned your call and I am sooooooo sorry, thanks for always giving my number out! I am always so greatful but I really would love to come see the Floyster and you sometime. I am also so happy to hear he is healthy!
Happy late bday, and thanks again for everything!
Have a wonderful Holiday!
Floyd looks so clam and cute in that picture.
It's good to hear that he is ok.
This post was fun to read. Why didn't we meet earlier.
I would love to hear more about Christmas in Nam.
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