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RIP Fun Christmas' at Granny's


Christmas just isn't the same anymore. I am like in mourning over Christmas' past. I loved going to Granny's with all those people and it just being NUTS! There was like over 50 people staying there or something crazy like that. Granny only had 4 spare bedrooms and a finished basement but it always worked out. I loved that every year we went to the movies late on Christmas Day. I want that tradition to continue: this year I want to see Nine. Also, I'd like to NOT be sick on Christmas Eve and Day. Doctor switched my meds yesterday and I feel like crap. Everything sounds like its underwater. My Kenny G Christmas music just isn't gonna sound the same. Since we already celebrated with the in-laws, my family is going to our church Christmas Eve celebration and donut give-away for the first time ever in the 6 years Vineyard has been our home. I get to take pictures for the photography team and wear a mask...Oh yeah, so sick and no immunity that I have to wear a mask in public at all times thru the winter. Good times. Wonder if the people we are giving donuts too will think twice before eating them, wondering if I contaminated them. Anywho, cancer seems to be the gift that keeps on giving! AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS MORNING!! AND SEEING THE KIDS OPEN THEIR PRESENTS!! I'm just focus on that for now...

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  1. KenjLovesSweatshirtsDecember 23, 2009 at 1:46 PM

    I miss it too...it was so packed with people...now we have to make our own LAME memories with our LAME kids :)
    LOL

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