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I can't recall one of the happiest... can I post a bad one!????
Two years ago, I went to see my mom the day after xmas. I left from LaGuardia airport... Got on the plane, sat on it for 1 hour, they made us get off the plane, changed our flight for another flight 3 hours later that flew into Miami, not tampa and I had to wait 5 hours for a flight to tampa... Did I mention I was traveling alone with 4 kids? Worst memory ever!  Sorry to kill it, but its the only memory I could come up with!
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12-07-2006, 04:41 PM
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I made this another thread CC. I can match you.
The year I was carrying my daughter my pregnancy was high-risk and they made me stay in bed. I went into labor on the 15th of December and they stopped my labor and kept me medicated. (I wasn't due until January 30th...so I was way too early.) I was supposed to have family help daily with my boys. My mil was being a royal biotch through the whole thing. A day or so before Christmas she told me that she wanted my little boys and Joe to go to her house for the day. I told her no way. I had told everyone, "don't take my babies away from me on Christmas day!" I didn't want to be left alone without my boys. After my little guys opened their presents I had to go back to bed since I wasn't supposed to be out of bed anyhow. My meds kept me sleepy and I dropped off for a couple hours. When I woke up the house was completely silent. I got out of bed and went down the hall to find that my children were gone and I was completely alone. I broke down and sobbed hysterically that my f*cking mil would once again do things her way without a freakin' care for my feelings. It was bad enough that during that time the biotch had rearranged my whole home on me because I couldn't do anything about it. Now she had taken my boys from me on Christmas day. I went into labor all over again and ended up back in the hospital. Merry f*cking Christmas. And the woman wonders why I jump all over her shiet. That was the very last straw. Since then I have fought her interferance in my family tooth and nail. And I never, ever, ever cross that line with my kids.
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12-07-2006, 04:56 PM
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when I was 8...we lived in that house I posted the satellite picture of and it was 1986, big flooding in California. It was Christmas eve and all the roads were flooded, but that road flooded all the time...we were used to it. We had friends staying and they needed to get back home for Christmas morning, so at around 7 pm we hopped into the gold pinto station wagon and headed out.
We made it through the first flooded section of the road okay and headed into the second...there was water as far as you could see...my sister and I were holding hands and praying. My mom...not sure what she was thinking except that we were used to the flooded out roads and she thought we would be okay, so she headed in. By the grace of God we survived and that Pinto stayed started, we had water pouring in the windows, filling up the floor board...the water was covering the headlights and we were moving toward the side and scraping against barbed wire fence...at this point the car is basically just floating. We were scared out of our mind and I thought we might die. My sis and I just prayed and prayed. Then somehow we got out of it and back on solid road...but we never made it throught the flood...without even realizing it, the water had pushed our car back around and we ended up on the same side we entered. It was crazy. So it was the worst and the best Christmas I guess. I know y'all might think I exaggerate and I would not even joke about this night.
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12-07-2006, 04:57 PM
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12-07-2006, 05:10 PM
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nah, mine are getting a lump of coal in their stocking and a swift beating...lol just joking I try to be tough too sometimes though, I don't want to raise ungrateful kids.
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12-07-2006, 05:11 PM
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My mom was pretty abusive and my dad's mom was very abusive. Both my dad and I got beyond that and did our best to be better parents.
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12-07-2006, 05:41 PM
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A couple of years ago we went to florida to visit my parents for christmas. my sister and her husband were supposed to meet us down there so we could all be together. he decided not to come cause they have 2 dogs and absolutely refuse to board them(how fvcking stupid) and she left early before christmas day. That on top of the fact that theres just no holiday spirit down there cause theres no snow, no trees, just a general lack of holiday ambiance, etc.. just looks like any other time of the year. I was bored so i went and hit balls at the range. It was very depressing and my wife was upset cause all her family was up here in Michigan and she was down there 1500 miles away. As much as i like to visit and spent time with my parents, we vowed to never go down there again for christmas.
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12-07-2006, 05:50 PM
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Worst memory...hmm...
Well, last year had to be the worst truthfully. Being in Pennsyltucky, it's supposed to snow for Christmas...instead it rained buckets then froze over like a sheet of ice (sorry, I'm a bit of a traditionalist and I love a bit of snow for the holidays, then it can go away and warm up!  ). Then there was the whole "wife soon to be ex wife decides to spend all the $$ (before Hammer wises up and cuts her from the joint checking account) and leaves me stranded with no fuel oil to heat the apartment with, no gas in the car to get to church on Christmas morning or work the following days for that matter, and nothing in the house to eat" routine. She then proceeds to chew me out for not being in church (she was living with her parents so she could get there with no problem) and gripe that I didn't give her her present on Christmas day. And btw, there was NO present for me at all from her or anyone in her family.Truthfully, I'd have rather been alone or just hanging out with friends like I will be this year now that my divorce is final. That sucked bigtime.
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12-07-2006, 05:58 PM
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Me and the wife got p!ssed out of our minds on Christmas eve (our first Christmas together), anyway i blacked out after bottles and bottles of hard spirits and woke up with the worst hang over ever, to top this off we were going round the inlaws for the day and the whole time round there i felt like throwing up, however that following night i did the same thing, dont you just love christmas.
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12-07-2006, 07:23 PM
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I think Christmas is overrated....I'm not a huge fan.
It might also be because I've had a lot of pretty bad Christmas', especially growing up. That's why I can't just pick one to be the 'worst' and that's also probably why I can't think of any that would be my 'best' either....besides my son's first Christmas. And that would simply be for the fact that it was his first. Christmas is a hassle. Jeez...what a downer I am....I feel like I should be shouting 'bah humbug' or something.
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12-07-2006, 07:49 PM
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My mil made such an issue of Christmas and over did things so badly that my daughter and I would just like to hide from the world. She and I only plan on talking to Josh and Jer's and his family and then we hide from everyone else. This year I'm letting Joe drag me off to his family...one last time. Oh joy. Not. After about 20 minutes I'm ready to scream and have to work to keep a lid on it with my mil.
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