tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post3944526031279002982..comments2024-03-01T22:45:35.314-06:00Comments on Bag Blog: Never Let 'em See You CryBag Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-5334022303857330992007-12-27T09:03:00.000-06:002007-12-27T09:03:00.000-06:00Jo, thanks for the kind words. My dad died two yea...Jo, thanks for the kind words. My dad died two years ago on Dec 2nd. It is the little things that make me miss him.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-78916779314072861782007-12-27T06:57:00.000-06:002007-12-27T06:57:00.000-06:00Wanna here about my in-law dirty santa...I cried y...Wanna here about my in-law dirty santa...I cried yesterday at lunch and had to go back to work with a co-worker asking are you ok? I will email you the story...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-62957609162068185022007-12-26T22:16:00.000-06:002007-12-26T22:16:00.000-06:00Lou, sorry about Jonesy. Glad the weather and foo...Lou, sorry about Jonesy. Glad the weather and food was great. I know what you mean about Christmas. This was one of the best we have been through. Gene's dad died on Christmas Day in 1965 and we have tip-toed around it all these years. This year we stayed home, Gene's baby brother came and we just pigged out and laughed with the kids and him.<BR/><BR/>You will get there.....<BR/><BR/>Hugs,<BR/>JoJo Castillohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00411430042547033972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-29724784506525473552007-12-26T15:16:00.000-06:002007-12-26T15:16:00.000-06:00"Christmas Day was beautiful, and Toby's family is..."Christmas Day was beautiful, and Toby's family is always fun...excellent cooks...wonderful meal...yummy!"<BR/><BR/>"...need not to throw a big fit or cry"<BR/><BR/>Can i sit at a table next to that lunch date? I won't bother, i'm just waaay confusulated. Reading between the lines was never my strong suit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-82977952884823764172007-12-26T12:56:00.000-06:002007-12-26T12:56:00.000-06:00...but I'm so glad Christmas only happens once a y...<I>...but I'm so glad Christmas only happens once a year.</I><BR/><BR/>Ditto, in spades.<BR/><BR/>Looks like everyone had a good time, tho, Lou...judging solely by the pictures. Even with all the bad stuff mixed in.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-90608866013228411262007-12-26T09:22:00.000-06:002007-12-26T09:22:00.000-06:00By the way, it is not the dirty Santa game or the ...By the way, it is not the dirty Santa game or the gift giving - it is much deeper than that. If it were just the game, I would laugh.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-66035240539487316542007-12-26T09:12:00.000-06:002007-12-26T09:12:00.000-06:00Inpassing, Once again, I thought your daughter was...Inpassing, Once again, I thought your daughter was a trooper at the in-law's house. Sometimes, just her presence there, gives me the encouragement I need not to throw a big fit or cry. Sometimes I want to do those very things on her behalf, but that would not be a very good example, now would it?<BR/><BR/>Lunch sounds good.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-1398406804472378562007-12-26T08:55:00.000-06:002007-12-26T08:55:00.000-06:00Lou, I looked at the 2nd picture up close because ...Lou, I looked at the 2nd picture up close because I couldn't figure out why you guys went to the mall. Then I realized it must be Judy's house!! My goodness that space was huge and open and all decked out.<BR/><BR/>I agree with you on the Dirty Santa. It seems like such a pointless attempt at "gifting" someone.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and sorry about Miss Jonesy. I know that was just something that was a part of your dad that is gone now, too.<BR/><BR/>We need to do lunch.inpassinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05312065221733000209noreply@blogger.com