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Christmas Swinging by Unknowingly
Once upon a time sometime near Christmas last year I wound up broke when Christmas showed up I barely had anymore money for gifts, and plus we were all scattered. My sister and her fiancé my brother and his fiancé and the new little baby Epi. We had all showed up at the same time. Raina Pringle was getting gifts! It was the best most unheard of Christmas s ever! I felt like I wanted to be the star let alone we all wanted what we wanted and got more than that! Clothe s Pringles and candies and chocolates and gifts, gifts , gifts! What a time of year when everything could go wrong and unrealisingly did, but … turned out for the good! We were sensible, workable enough, we I felt had just jumped into a new phase of life unknowingly??? I really felt bad because don’t you feel like you failed if you don’t get any gifts ???I know I was hoping I would be The Seattle Seahawks cheerleader plus getti g my craft together and dance moves and weight. I felt like if you consume to much of one thing it is not good for you. I was getting kinda worried when I know I’d run out of money knowingly but chose anyway to find a way of adding up. I felt complete cheap but short AND shy when all my money and time were invested but I had saved up or paused the hold that was steady. All about myself many times invested boy, was I glad to see family because we had went about a 2-4 years without seeing each other. I confess I d tried everything fun out travel wise college bound wise. I felt like I was the girl that wanted to be in everything and by the time company came I secretly hid my craft. Why? I know it does not sound sensible but I hovered into the inner groups and made my way being and becoming well known. If I’m going to make the best of something keep it a secret until the right time. After all my friends had left, 9/11 security crack down war in Afghanistan, Covid-19 outbreak. It just felt like the world was falling apart. We also at home were far apart for awhile. Having not been. We’d always have close relationships with family and relatives! They were always there for us and never had we missed a gathering but this time immediate family members were fond of seeing a little bit closer. Sometimes it’s the gas in the gift. I loved opening gifts last year. Also gifts can be found in all different shapes or forms. I slid in a drawing tablet that I bought for myself on Black Friday!! I feel like I can’t match what my sister can do. I feel bombarded from how much I can spend because I havent saved yet saved enough to be a thoroughbred on my own. I gave my parent gift card and everyone money in envelopes. I also felt like I’d accumulated so much time secretly with my boyfriends and lord knows I have so many! My sister had made time so I thought I could to… over the time frame passed I remembered and also did alot of self thinking. We got to praise GOD at Sunday service on Christmas Eve and open a gift on Christmas Eve and one on Christmas morning. I loved tearing my gifts up! I couldn’t get enough gifts! I still have half of them instilled in my room. If I could expound on how much wrong things happened I would breakdown the day! But that would make the truth be unreal. We have never had to do with out! Can find a reading. To complain and no extra bills I have to pay like my sis if I only remain single.
Rachael FrazierPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsAn Oak Tree
Growing up in Massachusetts, I had always been eminently intrigued by what the change of seasons did to all of the trees around me. I was especially blinded by a beautiful and brawny Northern Red Oak Tree that stood tall in front of my always opened window. I remember the gentle breeze that she would throw my way while I read books and immersed into another world. I remember the melody of songs that the birds would sing as they jumped around her armored boughs and how those intricate whistles, rattles, and chirp sounds sent me into a bliss of tranquility. But most of all, I will never forget how our Thanksgiving night in 1996 began and ended with this tree saving our lives.
KimmyPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsSappy Movies and Sad Memories
When I hear the phrase “holiday hijinks”, I think of classic Christmas movies in which the holiday turns out alright despite whatever setbacks may happen. The Grinch steals all the Whos’ stuff but ultimately learns the true meaning of Christmas. Rudolph finally earns the approval of the society that shunned him when he helps Santa Claus deliver the presents on Christmas Eve. Ralphie Parker is rewarded for the various shenanigans he endured throughout the holiday season with the BB gun he wanted. Even in my all-time least favorite holiday movie The Christmas Shoes, two of the main characters lose a mother during the Christmas season, but one is able to help the other.
Morgan Rhianna BlandPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsA Reason for the Season
I thought back to all my holidays past and I have genuinely loved every single one. There were some odd things that have occurred on holidays–like when one cousin went to jail, or when an ax-murderer shared our Christmas dinner, or even spending an entire evening trying to find out who one of your blood relatives even is–its always some random auntie. I even consulted my honorary PIC for every holiday, and she had nothing to add (save for the bit about Aunt Sharon).
Lolly Paige LennoxPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsLife Pro Tips
In a former lifetime, I worked for a very fancy company. It’s the kind of company that most people have never heard of, including myself before I worked there, because it caters only to the obscenely wealthy. I fell into it by accident, having been looking for jobs that required fluent French speakers. It was a small, close-knit operation, and I loved my co-workers. Every day felt like hanging out with a bunch of friends. But when the CEO came into town for the annual Christmas party, we were all on our best, most professional behaviour.
Jenifer NimPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThe Cat and the Crab
‘Twas the night before Christmas and as guests gathered round the dining table I’d gone to grab the crab. Only the crab was not alone, far from it in fact as I gazed upon Selvestee paw deep in our Christmas feast. Shouting his name briefly brought his face out of the dish, tiny chunks of crab flecking all white whiskers. Dinner was ruined, four hundred dollars worth of Snow crab flushed down the litter box and fourteen house guests waiting patiently, now only to be served sides. Everything should have been perfect for a seafood Christmas extravaganza yet here I stood in a gunslinger standoff with a punk ass cat Mac-daddying the main dish. Grabbing Selvestee and throwing him out onto the yard I survey the damage. Pulling all the meat out of the legs had been a mistake. Some pieces had hairs on them, others small nibble and teeth marks, but for the most part the cab was intact. So I had a choice; throw away a rents worth of meat and disappoint my guest or pick off the cat eaten pieces.
Lilly WagesPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsPoor Judgement Leads to Turkey Mishap
I’ve always loved the idea of hosting a dinner party and what is Thanksgiving, if not the ultimate dinner party? I practically begged my family to let me host the first year my husband and I were married. We lived in the crappiest apartment in PG County, Maryland, but I was determined to throw the best Thanksgiving ever.
Leslie WritesPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsCarp, Catholicism and Culture Clash
Carp, Catholicism and Culture Clash – A collection of Millennium Mishaps. Ever since he swept into my school cafeteria dressed like a film noire detective back in 1998, I knew I was going to marry Eoin and have his babies. He took a little longer to come around to the idea, but by the end of 1999 we were engaged and facing our first major dilemma – whose family to spend Christmas with.
Angel WhelanPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsA Letter To My Future Self.
Hey. When you're reading this I hope you made it. When I say made it, I mean I hope you made it to where you always dreamed of being, and where you always felt like you belonged. I hope you did all of the things you didn't think you would. I hope you got your dream job, I hope you made it out of debt, and bought that expensive car you wanted that you didn't need. I hope you married the love of your life and made a cute little family.
Shay GrossPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThe Truth of Consequences
Oh, dear. Oh, dear… This is a true story, and one of those holidays that still crushes me. It was a typical Canadian Thanksgiving, meaning that it was celebrated by immigrants and took place earlier in the year than the one celebrated by our neighbours to the south. With my family, it was West Indian fare mixed in with turkey, pasta, salads, cakes and all the dishes that friends and family could bring over in the growing autumn cold. My mother was in charge of the kitchen, leading the other housewives and cousins and aunts and other female relatives whom I knew since I was a child. My father, as was common with the men in our families, had sports as a distraction on television (football and maybe hockey), or played dominoes on foldable wood and metal chairs and tables. Kids, if we were smart, had commandeered a television that was available in the basement and had our VCR ready to go with a choice of videos brought over or recently borrowed for the day (yes, the 1980s were a very different time). I would sometimes join them, but I was becoming a teenager. Most of the kids there were too young for me to play with, and the one who were older were not there (other friends and other events took over their lives). I was on my own. And I did not mind. I did not want to watch another comedy whose ending I could predict from the opening credits…or tape cover. I did not follow football or hockey (with the latter, I waited only for the playoffs), and with the kitchen, it was a no-go zone until I was called down to deliver grace and then eat. That would mean me, my room, and my guitar.
Kendall DefoePublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsSANTA FLAWS
IT was the great winter of 2018 — the winter of my discontent — and me and a former friend (we’ll call him Gary) were working at a big time finance company. We were living large. Kings among commoners. But really, in fact, we were just glorified errand runners. Gofer being the proper terminology for such a miserable creature.
Miles PenPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThey Said Host Thanksgiving, What Could Go Wrong
Thanksgiving is a time for family and friends. It's supposed to be a time of remembering the things you have to be thankful for and the things that are truly important. Yet, not all Thanksgivings are what they're supposed to be, and the introduction of new influences can sometimes knock a decent Thanksgiving from being memorable, right into the record books.
Jason Ray MortonPublished 2 years ago in Confessions