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Dec 23 2008

Reminds Me of our Deer Times Together

Published by jimnrara at 4:18 pm under Uncategorized Edit This

I wish you a Merry Christmas Eve Eve.  My darling children have named this day Christmas Eve Eve.  I have severed my sentence at work for the day.  I came home and made pies for Christmas.  Now my children and I are watching Christmas movies again.  I am fighting a sore throat.  I swear if I get sick again so soon I am going to be really pissed.  I am hoping that it is just stress.  I hope my children will have a nice Christmas.  It won’t be much but I think they will be happy.  I am down in my moods.  When I think about my brother Justin I want to cry.  This is the second Christmas without him.  I think it is worse this year.  I am aware that I sound insane but I think the “reality” (if that is what you can call it) has set in and my heart and soul knows he isn’t coming back.  However I could never ask him to come back after he has been is the Promised Land and had Christmas in Heaven.  That would be selfish of me but I still miss him all the same.  I however know he is here with us.  Too many miracles have happened to our family for him not to be here.  I need to stop talking about this so let’s move on.  The things I do for my children.  My oldest “boyfriend” is still keeping her hanging.  I have decided that I will HAVE to have medication that will make my mind numb during the kids “dating” lives.  I have the overwhelming desire to slap this poor boy.  I KNOW I am an adult but I am very protective of my children and I just can’t stand to see them hurt.  So I am trying to stay out of it and support her when she needs support but it is hard for me to do so.  The other two children and doing fine I suppose.  They are on the edge of insanity waiting for Christmas to get here.  I bet they will go to bed at 5:00 tonight just so they can wake up for Christmas Eve.  I have to work in the morning and then come home and finish cooking and then we will go to my dad’s tomorrow night.  I have bought my brother something to put on his grave so I will stop there first.  I am praying we don’t nearly get killed by a deer AGAIN.  For the last few years we have nearly hit a deer either going or coming from my dad’s house.  I don’t know if we have a deer magnet or what but they just seem to love to jump out of the middle of NO FREAKING WHERE.  Last year this
“thing” came running at the car and did the Bambi on Ice move underneath this wooden fence and right out in front of our car.  At first I thought it was a dog but we realized it was a deer as it got the “deer in the headlight” look.  Just for the record but THAT is really how they look I can vouch.  My biggest concern about hitting the dear isn’t really the damage it does to the car but the damage it will do to my children’s mental health.  I would never be able to afford the therapy bills it would take to have my children get over us hitting a “reindeer” on CHRISTMAS EVE.  Just think about it.  Well “deer” readers (ok that was just a pun) I will let you go so you can make your little goodies.  Tomorrow I hope the Christmas Eve angels smile down on you and the “deer” angels smile down on the deer coming into our path tomorrow night……

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One Response to “Reminds Me of our Deer Times Together”

  1. mickie31on 23 Dec 2008 at 6:28 pm edit this

    Sorry to hear you feel sick I feel pretty bad too. My stomach hurts and I feel sore. Kids hey it sounds like you had fun. My hubby took my daughhter out this afternoon to get my pressie. She is 3 years old and the first thing she said to me when she saw me was that daddy bought me a new pair of shoes.

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