Friday, December 18, 2009

Dear Santa

Thank you Dawn, for this idea :)

Dear Santa,
Um, could you bring me a DSi? And could you bring me, um, all the stuff that I asked for? You know, all the stuff on TV? And the stuff at Target, too? That's my favorite store, Target.
And um, could you make D do his homework so he can play video games with me again? I get stuck when I have to play the song of time on the Legend of Zelda, and my mom says he can't help me because he can't play any games until he does all his homework.
Isaiah M.

Dear Santa this is Ilio I'm the big dog and I really want cheese and those green fuzzy balls and can you make my people stay home all the time to play because I get bored when they're gone and then I chew on stuff and then they get mad but I only chew stuff I can reach well I can reach a lot of stuff because I'm big but they get mad and they say to me Bad Dog! and that makes me sad so can you bring stuff for me?
Good Santa!

Dear Fat Man,
Bring me a muzzle for this big dog. And some chew sticks.
Eva - the original family dog

Dear Santa,
Can you please do something to make the kids believe just a little longer? Oh, and it would be nice if you could clone my wife so that we may actually see her once in a while. You know, if it's not too much to ask.
Thanks, bro,

Dear Santa,
I'd like to share a few things with you... oh hell, I don't have time. Have a good night, stay warm, don't forget to bring poop bags for the reindeer, don't eat too many cookies, and tell Mrs. Clause I said hello.
The Mom

Thursday, December 17, 2009

On Grieving

In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying. ~ Bertrand Russell

At the beginning of December, one of my best friends lost her husband. They had been married for 18 years, and had 8 children. Five of the children still live at home, the youngest is 4.
Personally, I'm angry. Angry that he had to deal with medical issues while he was alive, and even angrier that he's gone now and his children are without their father. He was a great guy, a caring father, and a good husband and partner to my friend. She faces raising their children and moving on with life without him, and that's just not fair. She's an amazingly giving, intelligent, funny and honest person, and it's just. Not. Fair.

She, however, feels that the time they had was a gift, the family they built is his legacy, and that he is not suffering, that he is at peace and at home, and that she *will* see him again. Of course she feels the hurt of his loss, and the bewilderment of her children pains her beyond belief, but she knows they will get through it, and that all is as it should be.

It's her faith, you see. Her faith in a good and just God is sustaining her at this time.

I don't understand it, but I don't need to. It's not about me.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Last night, while hanging out with the kiddos, Isaiah asked Hubs, “Daddy, when were you born?” To which Hubs answered, “1974.”

Isaiah asked, “Was that in the old west?”