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Congrats to Psyche, this weeks winner, 12/11/11. Thanks again to all that played along last week.
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HOLIDAY GIVE AWAY CONTEST - WEEK 4 - WIN AN COPPER EGO KIT + 15 MLS OF juice!! Next up - Tell us about your craziest Christmas mishap!!! Good Luck to you! 1 entry per person - can post here on ECF or FB.
The new topic for the week ending on 12/18/11 is:
HOLIDAY GIVE AWAY CONTEST - WEEK 4 - WIN AN COPPER EGO KIT + 15 MLS OF juice!! Next up - Tell us about your craziest Christmas mishap!!! Good Luck to you! 1 entry per person - can post here on ECF or FB.
HOLIDAY GIVE AWAY CONTEST - WEEK 4 - WIN AN COPPER EGO KIT + 15 MLS OF juice!! Next up - Tell us about your craziest Christmas mishap!!! Good Luck to you! 1 entry per person - can post here on ECF or FB.
I was 14 years old I think and Daddy's Little Girl. My dad never used to give us a list of what he wanted for Christmas so we had to rely on investigative tactics and hints he would give. Anywho Seinfeld was really really huge at that time and my dad loved the show. We were walking through the mall in November and we saw that painting of Cramer and my dad just started howling. He thought it was hilarious and the light bulb went off for me! So in December went to go buy it for him but it wasn't there. All they had was a 50 inch poster of George where he is posing in his underwear on that leather couch. Sooo yeah............ I bought it LOL. Wrapped it and put it downstairs. Christmas morning comes and my dad opens his gift and he really tried to make me believe that he loved it and I did. Then when I got older I was downstairs saw it hidden in our cubby hole and I said to my dad "You never even put it up" and my dad said "what in the hell did I say to get you to buy that thing for me. On a side note my dad still didn't give us a list another year so my mom knitted him a pink ".... sock" for when he went up north on the oil rigs. She hid all his other presents and just gave him that initially! BAHAHA he gives us a list every year now 
Maybe this isn't crazy but one year it got way below zero, my daughters and I were stuck in our apt only 15 miles from family but were so upset that we wouldn't be with family on Christmas. So my dad got his company car started, it ran on diesel and came to get us. We were the only ones on the interstate and I was so afraid that we wouldn't make it back to their house and would all freeze to death on the interstate but that diesel kept on trucking and we got there safely, by the way my dad is in the trucking business, I was so thankful to be with family and my Dad was and still is my Hero!!!!!!
LOL... the only 'real' mishap was years ago. It was after my kids were old enough to know that Mom and Dad were Santa Clause. Well, since they knew, I decided one year to make it a 'HOT/COLD' hunt for their presents. I think my poor daughter hunted in the same corner for an hour, with me yelling "RED HOT, BURNING UP, ect", before I realized that her present was no longer there!!! To this day, I think the dog got it cause it was found behind the couch and that is NOT where I put it
I was continuously chasing mum out of the room so I can clean without her trying to save everything like normal. After three hours of cleaning and stopping to shoo her I finally get the room cleaned and the tree put up decorated with the ornaments that we have collect since I was born, all I had to do was put the star on top and plug in the lights. As I was fiddling with the top, my *ahem* precious kitty (as we all know to well) was waiting patiently for the opportune moment to start "helping" by pulling the lights off starting at the bottom. If you know much about me, you know I am the most clumsiest fool in the world and some how manage to get a foot in the semi coiled light strand still somewhat attached to the tree, which resulted in some pretty comical flailing as I try to not fall/get my foot out of the lights/and not land on the cat now just sitting there behind me looking at me innocently all at the same time. Well as gravity likes making itself know, especially to me, I fall over half rolling/bouncing just out of the way to avoid getting pummeled by the tree as all the precious glass ornaments promptly shatter upon hitting the hardwood floors, except for two. Wow, really again, I'm really starting to think the world is doing all this for some kind of galaxy's funniest videos type show. Of course the cat immediately jumps for the shiny rolling balls, thwaps one across the room into the wooden chair which quickly gets obliterated, and starts eyeballing the other without even a second glance to the shards of pain all over the floor (thankfully, didn't want to a add a trip to the animal er to the xmas prep list). She rears back ready to pounce the last ornament, and we both leap for it, I somehow manage to grab her by the scruff and get it away from her before it too gets decimated, by this time mum had finally made it to the living room. Without hesitation she shouts (very loudly I might add) "What the heck.." scaring the cat to the point it wants to run and hide, startling me so I immediately drop everything in my hands like a little kid who just got caught doing something they shouldn't, including the last ornament, and just stand there half frozen with shifty eyes trying to figure out if I should follow the cat or not. I could tell she was really upset, but all she could manage to do was sigh while shaking her head and turn around to go back to her room. I didn't really get in trouble, after I had cleaned up and we both had had time to sit and think about it all (and also make some new temporary ornaments out of random items ^_^) it was silently agreed upon that it wasn't worth making a big fuss over, so christmas resumed as normal.
Not exactly a mishap, but my favorite Christmas
My mother has always been brilliant about hiding what we got for Christmas. She would have made an excellent spy - misdirection, disguise, espionage...all in her bag of tricks. This particular year I was a young teen, and being older than my pre-teen brother, I thought I was being really clever when I passed the news on to him that the two vertical packages under the tree were just some shelves she had found on sale. The whole season, we instead performed the customary shaking, checking tape strength, squeezing, and fondling instead on the other assorted gifts.
When we got to opening presents, the "shelves" were of course not tops on our list, and were largely ignored while we tore through the majority of the gifts. (Oh how my mother must have been laughing internally!) She finally told my brother to go get one. We exchange one of those sly knowing glances teenagers give, never noticing my mother who was surreptitiously raising the camera. He sets the box down, and unwraps it without much gusto until he's midway done, and suddenly a stereo box is revealed...it must have been a full five seconds of shock, all the while the gears in my brain are clicking away until... *BING* I realize there are TWO boxes!! I jump up at a full run, nearly kicking my poor brother out of the way to get to the other box
Best. Christmas. Ever.
Oh, and Mom should win an emmy - she managed to click pictures of the whole ordeal BEFORE bursting in giddy peals of laughter!
My mother has always been brilliant about hiding what we got for Christmas. She would have made an excellent spy - misdirection, disguise, espionage...all in her bag of tricks. This particular year I was a young teen, and being older than my pre-teen brother, I thought I was being really clever when I passed the news on to him that the two vertical packages under the tree were just some shelves she had found on sale. The whole season, we instead performed the customary shaking, checking tape strength, squeezing, and fondling instead on the other assorted gifts.
When we got to opening presents, the "shelves" were of course not tops on our list, and were largely ignored while we tore through the majority of the gifts. (Oh how my mother must have been laughing internally!) She finally told my brother to go get one. We exchange one of those sly knowing glances teenagers give, never noticing my mother who was surreptitiously raising the camera. He sets the box down, and unwraps it without much gusto until he's midway done, and suddenly a stereo box is revealed...it must have been a full five seconds of shock, all the while the gears in my brain are clicking away until... *BING* I realize there are TWO boxes!! I jump up at a full run, nearly kicking my poor brother out of the way to get to the other box
Best. Christmas. Ever.
Oh, and Mom should win an emmy - she managed to click pictures of the whole ordeal BEFORE bursting in giddy peals of laughter!
One Christmas a few years ago, my mother wrapped all of the christmas gifts as she bought them...well she had forgotten to get name tags for the packages and in the process decided to just put an initial on each gift until she could pick up some tags...well all was good in her mind and when the tags were placed she was content...until time to unwrap our gifts and my neice Taylor...5 yo at the time began unwrapping gifts, one after the other...growing ever so concerned and eventually began to cry, whaling to be more precise...when someone finally asked her what was wrong and she said I don't want all of this grandma stuff, where are my toys...to make the point, my name starts with a T, and most of the gifts I began unwrapping were toys...just a 42 year age difference in the two "T" names in our family...Merry Christmas all!
About 20 plus years ago I had this sweet new boyfriend who whenever he came to my house, he would try to fix things for me. Since I was a lone girl living alone there always things that didn't work. When he showed up to get me before heading to his (huge) family Christmas dinner for the very first time he decided to get up on my roof and fix my tv antennae real quick so he could watch football whenever he was at my house Problem was, it was mossy and he came sliding OFF THE ROOF, THROUGH the patio roof and landed ON TOP of my lawn mower. Although scary it was quite hilarious and we still laugh about it now. He says I have been a pain in his back ever since! Yes, we have been married for over 22 years now!
Problem was, it was mossy and he came sliding OFF THE ROOF, THROUGH the patio roof and landed ON TOP of my lawn mower. Although scary it was quite hilarious and we still laugh about it now. He says I have been a pain in his back ever since! Yes, we have been married for over 22 years now!
My crazy Christmas just happened a few days ago. I was sitting in my recliner which is next to my Christmas tree when all of a sudden the tree started shaking like mad. Ornaments were flying all over the place and the string of lights were getting pulled off the tree. With in seconds of all this happening, my youngest cat came bolting out from the middle of the tree, bolted across the livingroom and ran across my tv unit. Apparently he must have climbed into the tree and fell asleep and when I opened my recliner chair to relax, he got startled and didn't know where he was. While this freaked my cat, it also freaked me because as all that happened, I jumped off my chair, stubbed my toe on my computer stand and tripped over my cat as he was running. Now whenever he goes near the tree, he stops, looks at it, arches his back and runs away. I can't wait to see what the gifts will look like on Christmas morning when he discovers they are there. 
Not my crazy Christmas, but my husbands. One year his mom goofed on laundry and washed something red with his white socks, undies, and long underwear. They turned pink. He wasn't happy about it, but got some new ones. So for Christmas she wrapped up the pink undergarments as a gag gift, and his friends took his old beater truck and spray painted it hot pink! He still gets razzed about this stuff to this day, I just wish someone had taken a picture!!
one year when i was about my cousins came over we were upstairs goofin as usual and my brother came up with what we all thought was a great idea! we put my cousin inside a roll-away bed and pushed it down the stairs( i didnt say we were bright!) i guess we thought the closed door would stop it but ooonooo it just went right on thru the door i can still see the look on my dads face!! that was the Christmas that we all got a Extra christmas present from him!!! that one we didnt have to unwrap!
When I was 6 or 7 my Dad pick the neighbor kids (all around the same age) and I from a day of sledding. The conversation got turned around to who believed in the Tooth-fairy, Easter Bunny and of course Santa Clause. He could not believe of our ignorance. To be in kindergarten and first grade and to believe in fictitious creatures just amazed him.
So... Condescendingly he proceeded to tell everyone, in the car, the truth...
None of the parents, in the neighborhood, talked to him for many months after he gave their children the Xmas gift of a priceless reality check.
So... Condescendingly he proceeded to tell everyone, in the car, the truth...
None of the parents, in the neighborhood, talked to him for many months after he gave their children the Xmas gift of a priceless reality check.
One year we were invited to my mother-in law's for Christmas. She had the usual turkey and dressing. My son was only two and as you may know, kids that age don't understand how to be polite and tactful. He ate a bite of turkey and said, "This is sooo dry." He even made little fake coughing sounds and grabbed his water. Then he took a bite of the dressing and said, "Why is it so runny?" Then he looked at me and said, "Do we have to eat this stuff?" Everybody but my mother-in-law thought it was hysterically funny. I knew she was a very sensitive woman and I just wanted to crawl under the table. Anyway, my son always said exactly what he thought and it took awhile to teach him the art of thinking before you speak, lol.
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When my daughter was three I agreed to play Santa at her pre-school. On the way I had a car problem so I arrived sweaty and greasy. I Ho-ho-ho'd about it, how I had to fix one of sleds but didn't want to miss it. The kids were all quiet and attentive until my daughter yelled out... "That's no Santa, that's my Dad!!" The kids had lots of fun mocking me and I just had to sit there and take it..(Yeah, she still got her gifts from us).
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I don't know what to say about this one.
Umm.........I enjoyed watching my nephew in the Christmas concert when he was young.
I don't know what to say about this one.
Umm.........I enjoyed watching my nephew in the Christmas concert when he was young.
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Many years ago, my college roommate and I picked out and cut down our own Christmas tree for our rental house. I was so excited that year for two reasons- It was both my first tree that I was in charge of decorating (i.e. not my mom's tree) and also my first Christmas with a real tree. My older sister had severe allergies and so we could only have artificial trees at Christmas time.
For two weeks or so we wrapped and piled presents proudly under our tree trying to make it look as much like the pictures from the Sears Christmas Book as possible. Then a couple of days before Christmas we were both packing up and preparing to go visit our families for a few days. As I start pulling my wrapped gifts from the tree and packing them in boxes for the trip I realize some of them are wet! I immediately knew the the water reservoir had begun to leak water all over our gifts. We both went into full on damage control mode trying to save the presents. We ran for towels and started to wipe them down After wiping a couple off we realized it was far worse than we thought. Our towels were not only wet, they were yellow!!! We looked at each other and just knew. His dog had used our beloved Christmas tree as his own personal toilet. And from the sheer number of soaked presents, we determined it hadn't been a one time thing either.
I can laugh at it these days but at the time I was furious! I have two dogs myself now... And a fake tree.
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For two weeks or so we wrapped and piled presents proudly under our tree trying to make it look as much like the pictures from the Sears Christmas Book as possible. Then a couple of days before Christmas we were both packing up and preparing to go visit our families for a few days. As I start pulling my wrapped gifts from the tree and packing them in boxes for the trip I realize some of them are wet! I immediately knew the the water reservoir had begun to leak water all over our gifts. We both went into full on damage control mode trying to save the presents. We ran for towels and started to wipe them down After wiping a couple off we realized it was far worse than we thought. Our towels were not only wet, they were yellow!!! We looked at each other and just knew. His dog had used our beloved Christmas tree as his own personal toilet. And from the sheer number of soaked presents, we determined it hadn't been a one time thing either.
I can laugh at it these days but at the time I was furious! I have two dogs myself now... And a fake tree.
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My wife and I were newly married and in a small apartment upstairs. I bought a real tree from one of the corner "for charity" tree sellers. I also bought a cheap tree stand that we still have. After lugging the large tree up the tight, carpeted stairway, we decorated it, and had a wonderful christmas. The smell of pine filled the small room, and really gave off the Christmas spirit.
Early January, we packed up all the ornaments and lights. I forced the dry, now brittle tree down those same carpeted stairs. This time, the tree dropped needles the whole way down. Thousands of needles filled the narrow stairway. It looked like the forest floor. The vaccum cleaner did not pick them up. They stubbornly clung to the carpet's loops. A broom did no better. I had to pick up each of the thousands of sharp Christmas tree needles by hand. It took days.
We also now have an artificial tree.
Early January, we packed up all the ornaments and lights. I forced the dry, now brittle tree down those same carpeted stairs. This time, the tree dropped needles the whole way down. Thousands of needles filled the narrow stairway. It looked like the forest floor. The vaccum cleaner did not pick them up. They stubbornly clung to the carpet's loops. A broom did no better. I had to pick up each of the thousands of sharp Christmas tree needles by hand. It took days.
We also now have an artificial tree.
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