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My faith in the US Postal Service is restored. I mailed my grandma a box on a Saturday from Texas. She received it in North Dakota on Monday. Related: The rule is if a package comes in the mail, I get to open it. Even if it's only December 21. "Do Not Open Until Christmas," my foot. If it's mail, and if I have to be not at my parents' home, where I grew up so that'll always be home, for Christmas, I can open it. Yowza. It seems that the policy is still that I'm the Baby Girl and they can give me as many presents as they want to. Yeah, yeah, I'll share with Erik, yes, and he got some stuff of his own, but ultimately, wow! Thank you, Mom and Dad! I'm content now that I never had a sister, so I never had to share the distinction of Baby Girl. Jeremy is First Born, Travis is the Baby, but I'm the girl. December 23, 2004 09:39AM
I got chills, they're multiplyin'...
Thank you, L.K., for the anniversary present. :) I didn't really remember Erik singing to me in the Hard Rock on our wedding night. But so much of one's wedding day is a blur, sometimes it takes a singing bear to remember a very sweet detail. Here's my logic. Our families and friends came from so far away, and we had a very elegant day, with a lovely reception at the Officers' Club, then I strongly believed we should take our people downtown. So in our wedding finery, we had burgers that night at the Hard Rock Cafe, on the balcony, amongst all the awesome Christmas lights on the San Antonio Riverwalk. Because I just couldn't let my family and friends come all that way, leaving cold and snow for really perfect wedding weather, and not see the Riverwalk. So the Grease Megamix came on overhead, and he sang, and we all sang, and when we left there to go to the piano bar next door, we got a standing ovation from everyone in the restaurant. You should have been there. Ya know that old phrase, "I'm going home to Mother!"? I don't think it's a cliche`. That is a perfectly viable threat. And she'd take me too. I'll bet Dad would move me. Erik says the new song by Sugarland reminds him of me: Dear Mom and Dad, please send money. Except that we'd have to make rhyme something about radio stations and extreme loneliness, eating chocolate covered espresso beans for dinner, maxed- out credit cards, NJ state income tax and Dad's trailer that he built to move me back to Texas... December 08, 2004 12:20PM
Yesterday, someone I know turned to me and said, "I'm going to do (name of multi-marketing scheme X)," so she isn't really worried about her job. Have I heard of it? "Oh no," says I, "Sweet baby, who is your upline? Did you already pay your $199?" No benefits, no structure, and the only folks who'll get rich are the ones who started it. X is just like Y and Z, and where I come from, getting rich quick just doesn't happen. December 04, 2004 10:10AM
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