An Irish Blessing on Christmas

http://www.andiesisle.com/ThisBlessingIsForYou.html

So much excitement going on!

I have to share this one because it made me laugh so hard. Karly had her first Chance to wrap gifts last night. Trying to teach the spirit of giving and not getting. She was so excited about the paper, bows and being able to use tape. It was hilarious......she got her present ready and put it under the tree. She then turned to me and said..."I hope nobody unwraps that one early, it would sure ruin our Hanukkah"

My Dad said he was just getting used to us being protestant....I guess now we are Jewish :)

Merry Christmas everyone....hope you all find some love in your heart and make it the best holiday you can.

Quinlanology

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We had the Fire Department Christmas party last night. We were told that Santa would be there and if we were good he might bring us a present. Well...Jack decided to bite Karly a couple hours before the big event so needless to say....he was walking on pins and needles to see if he would even get one. Both kids were very excited when the big man showed up. Actually this is the closest I have ever seen them to Santa....we have had years of fears of him. Anyway, Karly took her gift and was excited that he knew exactly what she wanted. Jack waited and waited and at the end of the bag, there was a gift for him, he was thrilled and figured Santa forgave the bite. On the way home Karly said, "I love my gift but I was really hoping for a bunch more.....but that's ok" I guess Scott and I forgot to mention that Santa comes to our house too and we may see a few more gifts. The minds of young people are great!

Just the Fax

It is a Sunday Morning in Pontiac Michigan. I am hanging out with my dad for the day, and we are pulling into the parking lot next to Sam’s club.
I am about to get out of the truck, when my dad says:

“Oh my god.” Look over there.”

“What, I say.”


“Dustin Hoffman just got into that mini van.”

“What would Dustin Hoffman be doing in Pontiac on a Sunday morning, getting into a crappy mini van?”


“ Well, maybe he’s buying fax paper.”

14.7 pounds per square inch

I don't remember my godfather's face for I was very young. My godmother was even more remote as I never knew her name.
Mystery godparents, but they were out there, just the same (excuse the what Hope would term 'nickel- pickle rhyme').
When J.D. asked me to be John David III's godfather, I was baffled. Strange pick I thought, why me?
Years later, my eyes were opened in a little Midland country church. Brian and Joe were singing their hearts out to Protestant hymns I had never heard before. Enthusiasm Unbound! This wasn't an ordinary event. In the pew with me, it appeared to be Godfathers, Inc singing. Now, I understand that godchildren are an extra bond to the earth and I love everyone of mine.