tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post9217598399243953724..comments2024-03-19T06:29:04.566-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: It Really Is A Wonderful Life. When It Doesn't Really SuckMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-15177678101902256352012-11-28T09:47:50.618-05:002012-11-28T09:47:50.618-05:00Ms. Fleur- I know! Lloyd is really rockin' thi...Ms. Fleur- I know! Lloyd is really rockin' this year.<br /><br />Rebecca- That's mighty sweet. <br /><br />Jon- I'm glad you're coming. It's odd being at the OH with you not involved.<br /><br />Syd- Good advice!<br /><br />Steve Reed- Need another one? Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-37585410420901056662012-11-28T02:04:07.455-05:002012-11-28T02:04:07.455-05:00Bizarrely, my response to your entry is to wonder ...Bizarrely, my response to your entry is to wonder what I did with my cat carrier. I think I left it at the vet when my cat died.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-2101572105673316952012-11-27T21:37:08.685-05:002012-11-27T21:37:08.685-05:00The rain is headed up here. It is grey and dank. B...The rain is headed up here. It is grey and dank. But I actually don't mind it. I get you on the keeping it simple at Christmas thing. And I just keep my expectations low. Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-57934202484170297102012-11-27T17:12:21.272-05:002012-11-27T17:12:21.272-05:00I'm really looking forward to seeing the show,...I'm really looking forward to seeing the show, and all of you. I wish I could have had the time to do this one, but it will be nice to sit and watch for once. Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09954583977412597460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-88236663334178642942012-11-27T16:36:26.119-05:002012-11-27T16:36:26.119-05:00I wish that the real Christmas could be as wonderf...I wish that the real Christmas could be as wonderful as the Christmas in my head. One Christmas my mother bought me socks and panties, pretty, pretty socks and panties, polka-dots and lace. She put them, all fanned out, in little flat white boxes with white tissue paper and that was as perfect as it's ever, ever gotten. Nothing will ever be as perfect as that.Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06690211587886272485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10960358564436959652012-11-27T16:30:16.091-05:002012-11-27T16:30:16.091-05:00They never decorated the dump for Christmas when I...They never decorated the dump for Christmas when I was there! What a jyp! That does sound fun. Will you take a picture and post it? Hey, maybe it can be your holiday banner here at BOH! I think that would be hilarious holiday comic relief! :-p<br /><br />Hang in there baby. <br />xoPetit fleurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02626110471501778855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-2940643310613028762012-11-27T13:53:34.528-05:002012-11-27T13:53:34.528-05:00Heartinhand- True. There are definitely cycles to ...Heartinhand- True. There are definitely cycles to it. Just as with all things. Some better than others, we must admit.<br /><br />Elizabeth- Need some snowmen? I know where I could get you some. <br /><br />SJ- Indeed it is. We're SUPPOSED TO FEEL THE MAGIC AND WONDER OF THE SEASON! And if we don't? Oh god. That agony. My kids swear they don't give a shit whether or not I like Christmas. That it was magic for them as children. I sure hope that's true.<br /><br />Angella- That made me smile. I must be your Christmas grinch because I ain't got no wings. I deadass adore you too.<br /><br />Mel- We just have so many impossible expectations about it all whether for ourselves or, even worse- the ones we love. Bless us. We do the best we can, don't we? I'm down with the candles. Not so much the carols which I hate. Ha! I really suck, don't I?<br /><br />Michelle- We try to be nice. Don't we? Play nice, children. But still, if someone wants to take me to school over Christmas, that is her right. I have completely open comments. But I don't have to like it.<br /><br />Rachel- Nope. Still not raining. Damn.<br />It is sort of hard to get into the spirit when it's 82 degrees. Although I never get into the spirit and so there is that too.<br /><br />Melissa- You just made me so happy. You filled my heart with LOVE! You know how much I love you, right?<br /><br />Brother Wrecking Ball- And I have just the Santa, all picked out. He's ringing a bell at the Vineland Publix. I sort of hate him. <br /><br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-89392820145074043632012-11-27T13:20:55.968-05:002012-11-27T13:20:55.968-05:00I once got my heart broke (one of many) in October...I once got my heart broke (one of many) in October the week before thanksgiving. I developed a deep and devoted hatred of all holidays. They start in Ocotober and creep up on you all the way through the Forth of July. Fuck em all I say! I am in your corner. Lets get drunk and throw the empties at Santa.Human Wrecking Ballhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15799205524837378335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-47239026770578125562012-11-27T13:19:25.069-05:002012-11-27T13:19:25.069-05:00And I mean that in a good way. Wait, a good Christ...And I mean that in a good way. Wait, a good Christmas way. Okay, I'm just digging myself a hole here. Melissa Kayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10917036302940429307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-23504177365082148712012-11-27T13:12:58.367-05:002012-11-27T13:12:58.367-05:00My favorite part of Christmas is driving around an...My favorite part of Christmas is driving around and looking at the lights. Oh, and going to Dorothy B. Oven park. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion about Christmas. It is all about presents nowadays. They even made Thanksgiving all about Black Friday! People are DYING. Dying, I say! No one should have to die over a freakin' holiday. <br /><br />Anywho, it's always Christmas when I'm at Ms. Moon's house.Melissa Kayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10917036302940429307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73325751609835921472012-11-27T13:03:52.836-05:002012-11-27T13:03:52.836-05:00I hope you get rain today. I hope on the last minu...I hope you get rain today. I hope on the last minute of your walk it starts pouring and you just barely get wet and can watch the rest of it from your window with tea. Christmas in Arizona is not Christmas at all. It's still 82 degrees for god's sake! RachelVBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10312736736551027564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-52939803301151672152012-11-27T12:50:32.194-05:002012-11-27T12:50:32.194-05:00OK so now I'm going back to read the Bitch pos...OK so now I'm going back to read the Bitch post.<br /><br />I think Blogland is the one place where I truly believe "if you don't have something nice to say (comment), don't say anything at all"<br /><br />It's a sacred space.<br /><br />xoxoxomichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24836036965246815332012-11-27T11:50:04.708-05:002012-11-27T11:50:04.708-05:00Thanks for telling us about the recycled Christmas...Thanks for telling us about the recycled Christmas decor at the trash dump, it really made me smile.<br /><br />I could write a book about my conflicted and disillusioned views about this holiday, but who would I be writing it for? I did the same as you, made magical Christmases for my kids too, with the cookies, homemade decorations, twinkly candlelight and carols, but it didn't make me feel less sad inside, there's no escaping that part. And the saddest of all is that my mom's Christmas sadness is what made my childhood sad, so the circle remains unbroken.<br /><br />They are older now, my kids and I know one thing with certainty - there is no way that everyone can possibly be happy at Christmas, especially when there is inevitable travel and schedule conflicts involved. I will do all I can to be mellow, to go with the flow and try not to drink too much. Dream big, aim high, right? And don't forget the candles and carols, they seem to help a bit.<br /><br />Good luck with those sound effects, I'm sure you'll do a fine job.<br />xoMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-13669547400494133342012-11-27T11:29:57.409-05:002012-11-27T11:29:57.409-05:00I read that last line of your post and the phone s...I read that last line of your post and the phone starting ringing at once. ha! you're my Christmas angel! or maybe grinch? Whatever. As my girl might say, i deadass adore you.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-36793754838082873102012-11-27T11:01:49.019-05:002012-11-27T11:01:49.019-05:00I saw the comment, and while I did understand what...I saw the comment, and while I did understand what she was trying to say, I can see why it rankled you. Probably because it's just a rankly topic all around for you. <br /><br />My mother hates Christmas. So -I get the angst that surrounds everything about it for her. It, in turn, makes ME hate it because I know I'm going to be spending the entire day on edge, making sure that she's ok. But, I've got my own issues surrounding the blessed holiday, so its just a giant cluster all around.<br /><br />Gray and heavy here, too.SJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174193133138897712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-45718244558435691002012-11-27T10:49:27.999-05:002012-11-27T10:49:27.999-05:00Well, if this isn't the antidote to Christmas ...Well, if this isn't the antidote to Christmas Schwismas, I don't know what is. I'm giggling here in the foggy morning that is LA. God bless us, everyone.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-88480861873939174132012-11-27T10:33:30.471-05:002012-11-27T10:33:30.471-05:00I certainly think that our life cycle dictates how...I certainly think that our life cycle dictates how we feel about Christmas. When you're a kid, you're excited. When you're kids are small, you go to grandma's house, then your parents die and you become the host. Then your kids are grown and you go to their house, until you're in the home, then they come and bring you slippers. LOL! <br /><br />It's cold today, I wish I was on a beach somewhere.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com