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WileyJohn
Awwww! Wiley! That's a very nice thing to say...er....I mean....to write!
Thank you!!!
posted by
Darson
on December 12, 2009 at 8:26 PM
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Darson
You're simply the best writin' winter remedy I ever read, end of story girl
posted by
WileyJohn
on December 12, 2009 at 7:00 PM
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adnohr
EVEN if you printed it out, would your brother understand why you would want him to read such a post? I could present it to Father, and he wouldn't have a clue...he would think I was talking about an imaginary character I'd made up....which makes the whole thing even funnier, in my opinion.
posted by
Darson
on December 12, 2009 at 2:03 PM
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dancin grandma
Ha ha ha....! You know my belief about that saying, do you? If you don't, here it is; you can say anything to anyone, as long as you say 'bless your heart' before or afterward....example: "She struggles with her hairdo, bless her heart"...etc. Strange but true....it's the magic phrase...and you Southerners had that all figured out LONG before the rest of us!....bless your hearts! Thanks for reading, DG...you make me laugh!
posted by
Darson
on December 12, 2009 at 2:00 PM
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Ariala
Not your fault for showing up when you did; you had no control. Nothing wrong with being a girl! And it's okay for us to guide eight man rafts and ride our dirt bikes...encouraged, in fact. I think I became more of a tomboy, once everyone STOPPED calling me 'young man', etc....when it was safer and there would be no possibilities of mistaken identity....!
posted by
Darson
on December 12, 2009 at 1:58 PM
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teddypoet
Thanks, Teddy! One more crack like that from the old guy, and he gets a fat lip. Wow, I really am a repressed middle aged woman...look at me, resorting to threatening Santa Claus!...this, indeed, is the very definition of 'bitter'....!
posted by
Darson
on December 12, 2009 at 1:55 PM
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LOL, That was great! You're such a good story teller. As for being a girly
girl, I, on the other hand, was a tomboy from the start, but always had long hair. Hated being a girl! Could be because I had four older brothers and was mad at Santa for bringing my parents a girl and it had to be me! haha
posted by
Ariala
on December 12, 2009 at 1:54 PM
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magic moon
Glad you enjoyed that; must say that at the time, I did not...but it's getting funnier by the year. Santa needed glasses, that's what I say!
posted by
Darson
on December 12, 2009 at 1:48 PM
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abanerjee
To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure of the spelling of the little fluffy dresses that ballerinas wear....so, no offense to your brother! And yes, sometimes the safest distance is a long distance...!
posted by
Darson
on December 12, 2009 at 1:44 PM
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Hummm...wonder how Santa would look with a black eye? LOL! Great writing, Darson - so much fun to read. Ref: your previous posts - your 'helpful' Dad reminds me of my brother. He also tends to supervise, after being served the cold drink, and then boasts about how he was the one to make things happen. Maybe I'll print that one out and let him read it too.....LOL!
posted by
adnohr
on December 12, 2009 at 9:41 AM
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As we say down south, Bless your heart!
posted by
dancin_grandma
on December 12, 2009 at 5:12 AM
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So right!
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on December 12, 2009 at 12:26 AM
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...hahaha...
...that's funny!!! ...
...uh....the story..i mean..funny story...
...uh...
...yikes!! ..see ya!!
posted by
magic_moon
on December 11, 2009 at 9:14 PM
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Hello the Darson, 'young man'!!!
Hahaha. Just imagining, how offensive it would feel if somebody called me 'young girl'. BTW, we call my elder bro TuTu. Hope you aren't clobberin' me
. that's hy I always love safe distances
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posted by
anib
on December 11, 2009 at 8:47 PM
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Elyse!
Yeah, well even if I am a precious angel, I can tell you one thing...the next Santa that dares to call me 'young man' is going to get clobbered...!
posted by
Darson
on December 11, 2009 at 8:30 PM
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BC-A
Well, you must just be a real 'angel' type, because I'm seeing a pattern, here!
posted by
Darson
on December 11, 2009 at 8:29 PM
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FSI
I'm curious what you mean by that; did you have to be Joseph, too? Once I even had to be the donkey...now THAT'S child abuse!
posted by
Darson
on December 11, 2009 at 8:29 PM
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LOL, Darson stop that --- you make me laugh - even when I felt like 'awww' - You precious angel you. I would imagine I would lose my faith in Santa then by your way of thinking. You were a clever little gal. Oh I do adore your accounts. ~ Elyse (still giggling - you're so good at how you tell )
posted by
elysianfields
on December 11, 2009 at 8:12 PM
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Sunrise Semester
When I was five I played an angel in the church play. A few years I played the angel at the Easter sunrise service on the church lawn love. BC-A Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on December 11, 2009 at 6:43 PM
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I always find myself when I read your posts.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 11, 2009 at 6:15 PM
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Pat B
Okay! I could add to it the picture of me as Joseph that I found the other day; sideburns and all. Good times!
posted by
Darson
on December 11, 2009 at 10:38 AM
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Good job!
That one must go into your permanent file! Scrapbook! Memoir! all of the above.
posted by
Pat_B
on December 11, 2009 at 10:32 AM
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lovelyladymonk
I know. Some people are just natural morons. I've been guilty of moronism myself a time or two. Hate it when I put my foot in my mouth. Even worse when I do, and I don't know it!
posted by
Darson
on December 11, 2009 at 9:57 AM
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TAPS
Thank you, Taps! and what a cute picture!!! At least there's not a bubble over it saying, "Well, young man, how are you this fine day?" ...I appreciate that!
posted by
Darson
on December 11, 2009 at 9:55 AM
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OMG Darson, you crack me up! This sort of reminds me of something that happened to me on my sixteenth birthday...
My bestest pal forever, Becky, was allowed to come and spend the weekend with me, and Mum offered me my favourite treat in honour of the special day, Chinese food.
So, we all went to my favourite place-I'm still good friends with the lady who owns the restaurant-and sat down to a scrumptious meal. Suddenly, Father Christmas appeared out of nowhere. He smiled at Becky and I and handed us a peppermint stick, talking to us as if we were little kids.
We wanted to die! Mum was laughing. We thanked him and wished him a Merry Christmas.
The things people assume because of my physical challenges...And you'd think Father Christmas would know better!...
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on December 11, 2009 at 9:42 AM
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Loved this post. Your are such a fun-to-read writer.
Keep up the good work.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 11, 2009 at 9:40 AM
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