tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753966905311105194.post4329022246775850748..comments2023-07-27T04:48:58.724-06:00Comments on A Suburban Princess Speaks: TraditionsKorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05632044893399164839noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753966905311105194.post-83155453200613283032007-12-10T19:01:00.000-07:002007-12-10T19:01:00.000-07:00I must add that one year, Inkling and I posted not...I must add that one year, Inkling and I posted notes all over Grandma M&M's house that said "Christmas Gift" in the middle of the night so no one could get us before we got them. Last year I emailed Inkling a "Christmas Gift" and she said it didn't count...but it did when she left it on my answering machine! Go figure!! :) But she roped me into the tradition eventhough it was the other side of her family.FarmWifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08160105159061698526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753966905311105194.post-6734018299061167412007-12-05T18:47:00.000-07:002007-12-05T18:47:00.000-07:00Please, please share your mom's potato soup recipe...Please, please share your mom's potato soup recipe. I'd love to try it. Farmie's is wonderful, but it's nice to have a variety of types. And besides, she did give birth to the only person who ever told me I'd make a great yuppy. (your mom, not Farmie)<BR/><BR/>As for strange traditions, my grandma on my dad's side used to have a contest on Christmas morning to see who could say "Christmas Gift!" first. When we were little, we'd take up stations at every door of her house. One of us would be the sacrificial lamb - whichever door she opened first - and the others would somehow manage to get her. When we were old enough to know that midnight is the beginning of a new day, we'd wake up my parents in their bed at my mom's parents home (where we always spent Christmas Eve). Even though my Grandma Christmas Gift is with Jesus now, we still keep the tradition going. It's a fun tradition, even if it has no point other than having fun and being silly. My husband does not understand, and just laughs at our antics. His family doesn't have any weird traditions, primarily because they really didn't have that many traditions to begin with. I think he thinks I'm strange enough for the both of us.Inklinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02775312085301951675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753966905311105194.post-25690265897611626822007-12-05T14:14:00.000-07:002007-12-05T14:14:00.000-07:00thanks so much for sharing!And thank you Ang for a...thanks so much for sharing!<BR/><BR/>And thank you Ang for all your encouragement over the last weeks!!!<BR/><BR/>I love knowing that I have new friends that are caring and praying for us every day!Korkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05632044893399164839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753966905311105194.post-78015470759823388252007-12-04T16:52:00.000-07:002007-12-04T16:52:00.000-07:00The Saturday after Thanksgiving the lights go up o...The Saturday after Thanksgiving the lights go up on the outside and the tree goes up on the inside. My goal in recent years is to have 90% of the shopping done by Thanksgiving day. I am one of the crazy ones that is out at 3,4,5am shopping..But it's not for usually what is in the flyers. Christmas Eve recently has been shared with my father and his wife. We go out to his house and exchange presents. Say our goodbyes and holiday wishes and come back home to grandma. (She doesn't like father's family) The kids have a slumber party in youngests room and talk all night waiting for Santa...But not before they leave a carrot for the reindeer, CHOCOLATE milk for Santa, and some of mommies baked goods on a plate.<BR/><BR/>The next morning the kids awake to see Santa was quite messy. Carrot shavings in the fireplace from the reindeer and half eaten cookies on the plate with a drop or two of chocolate milk in the glass..Sometimes with lipstick (how does that man get away with it?) The kids must all use the restroom before going downstairs and waking gram. They sit on the stairs until gram has done her business. Hubby or I hand out stockings to everyone and I begin taking pictures as one by one they empty their stockings. Then one of the children gets to put on Santa's Helpers hat and pass out the presents under the tree. We then go around the room and open presents one by one taking turns. I usually will have them skip me( they forget to by mommy presents) and go onto someone else. I take pictures of it and ooh and ahh at their reactions.<BR/><BR/>When we were first married we did Christmas Eve with the In-Laws and that stopped 4 years ago when MIL and SIL snubbed me. (Hubby's choice to end it all he hasn't talked to them since) I had hand made with Thick Chenille Yarn in their favorite colors these long, soft blankets. SIL opened the box and said this is nice but never took it out. MIL said you probably did the same for me so I'm not gonna open mine. Hubby laid into them and informed them I spent 6 months working on their 3 blankets doubling the patterns so there would be enough room for them and their hubbys. It wasn't store bought. They shrugged their shoulders and said oh and moved on. I however was crushed. The year before I had made each of them personalized stockings. I had found all of these buttons of things they liked. Example one SIL liked Victorian so I found Victorian buttons and Cats (She loved cats) and other loves she had onto the stocking while still making it look Christmasie..(IS that a word?) I found them in the trash later that night on Christsmas Eve. I showed hubby and came home crying. <BR/>So now I make my family traditions for my kids and my hubby. In his youth they weren't allowed to Celebrate Christmas or Birthdays because his father converted to Jehovah Witness (Sp?) but when he became an adult his father backed off on the rule. Ok I've talked your ear off. Sorry.<BR/><BR/>But I'm so glad you posted today.<BR/>Love to you today. I look foward to seeing your Chocolate Ball Recipe.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753966905311105194.post-21690938115865950292007-12-04T14:34:00.000-07:002007-12-04T14:34:00.000-07:00First of all, Burl Ives is my cousin. Really. We...First of all, Burl Ives is my cousin. Really. <BR/><BR/>We still haven't hashed out our Christmas traditions. Things seem different every year. I would like to set somethings in stone & am working on it slowly. My In-Laws don't do Christmas at all anymore. MIL has brought over the kids gifts at odd times the past few years. They just don't celebrate the way my family does, so it's hard to get Husband to see the importance of some things. <BR/><BR/>One thing I plan on instilling is the Christmas story from the book of Luke. It's my favorite. G'pa M&M reads it EVERY year. This year we may get to be there for it. That alone is worth the drive.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and I belive the phrase is "Rock & Roll leads to sex & sex leads to dancing." At least that's what Yo Dan used to say.FarmWifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08160105159061698526noreply@blogger.com