As my last Chirstmas music post, here is three hours of Christmas music to help you celebrate the day. Happy Birthday, Jesus, and Merry Christmas to us all!
As I sit here on Christmas morning 2014, I have so many things to be thankful for it’s amazing. I’m not sure how many will make the list onto this blog, but I just want everyone to know I’m thankful for so many things in my life, especially those of you who take the time out of your lives to read what I write here in the blogosphere. It may not mean much to you, but there are times this is the only thing that keeps the Fat Chick sane and stops Fatopia from burning down around me.
1. Thank you, God, for my family and friends, and for letting us get together to exchange gifts, share memories, honor your son’s birth, and make new memories. Thank you for giving me new family members this year in my new granddaughter and grandson (pics to follow soon!), letting me get to know my godson better and spend more time with him (again, pics will be coming soon!), flor letting old wounds be healed, and bringing back the true meaning of Christmas to us all. I have truly been blessed in ways I never expected and am more thankful for than I have word to express. All I can say, Lord, is thank you!
2. I’m thankful for the silly little things in life, for they sometimes bring the biggest smiles to people’s faces. This year is my youngest DS’s last “kid” Christmas because he will be 18 in April. He has special needs that will make part of every Christmas a kid Christmas, but this is the last year we get to go all out to give him one. Well, the fat man in the red suit took a parting shot at him in his stocking this year when he left him a bag of coal. This is actually the second year he’s gotten a bag of coal in his stocking, but for some reason, this year instead he’s just gotten the biggest kick out of it, and for that I am truly thankful. It reminds me that sometimes it’s the small things in life that matter most.
And when I got my stocking it turns out I wasn’t as bad as he was this year because I only got two lumps of coal, but I was still a bad girl. I love it, ha, ha, ha!
3. I’m thankful for memories. As they were cleaning for the Christmas gathering, they found some pictures that were a real blast from the past. I took a picture of this one with my phone. It’s from when I was homeschooling two of my sons. )The teenager is my middle DS. He was aboug 15 at the time. The little redhead is my youngest DS, Baby FatChick, LOL!) There were many more memories found that day. I’m so thankful that they were, especially after our house burned in February of 2014. It reminded me just how precious memories are, and how great it is to have a little something to remind you of them when you least expect it.
I don’t do this often, but my dad got a call last night. His cousin who is only four months older than him passed away last night. Please keep her family and friends and our whole family in prayer. Thank you all, and Merry Christmas!
What are you thankful for this Christmas? Let me know in the comments below.
I’ve heard it every year. I’ve sung along with it every year. DS was even kind enough to point out that this year is the first year this song is about me too (thanks, son). So now I share with you the very catchy classic Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.
Do me a favor. If I get run over by a reindeer this year, put that sucker in the freezer and think fondly of me as you eat him throughout the rest of the year. Comments are open below. Merry Christmas!
I think the first time I heard the 12 Redneck Days of Christmas by Jeff Foxworthy, I was hanging out with my friends back in the 90s. Some of them watch over us from heaven now. I really miss them at this time of year, but songs like this remind me of the fun we had when they were here. Merry Christmas, Randy!
One of my favorite parts of Christmas are the redneck Christmas songs. In Fatopia a song doesn’t have to mention rednecks or be about rednecks to be a redneck Christmas song. All a song has to do to qualify is make me think of rednecks and BANG! it’s a redneck Christmas song.
DS introduced me to The Lacs and Santa In A Four Wheel Drive last night. This is one of the coolest Christmas songs I’ve heard in a long time. You can’t help but smile when you hear it. See for yourself.
I wonder if he car pools with Leroy the Redneck Reindeer to save on gas. What do you think? Tell me in the comments below.
I’ve started receiving early Christmas presents. I love all of the presents I’ve gotten, but the one I love the most is the one my 17-year-old son made me with his own two hands. The present: a bracelet made from rubber bands.
Now this bracelet is special to me for several reasons. First, he made it all by himself. DS is one of God’s special little people. He has a lot of issues, one of which is multiple developmental delays. His aunt sat with him this afternoon and used the rubber bands on his fingers to teach him how to make the bracelets by himself because that’s what he decided he wanted to do for everyone for Christmas this year (the woman is a saint I tell you). It took a little while, but he got the hang of it and ran with it.
Secondly, the colors he chose are close to my heart. My mother has myeolofibrosis. The way it was explained to me is that her bone marrow is slowly turning into fibrous tissue like scar tissue (find out more about myeolofibrosis here). All I know for sure is her best shot at a cure would be a bone marrow transplant that Medicare has refused to pay for because she’s 64 years old, so she has to go for blood transfusions at least once a month. She usually has to take at least two units at a time, and this takes the better part of six hours to run into her arm, so that’s a whole day out of her life by the time she signs in and everything else. But that’s a whole different blog post to come later.
A few months back my parents got some myeolofibrosis awareness bracelets and passed them out. One of the bad things about being a fat chick is that things like that don’t usually fit me, and true to form thos bracelets didn’t either. I was heartbroken because I couldn’t wear a bracelet like the rest of the family to show my support for my mom. I cried when nobody was looking, but I put a good face on it in front of everyone, telling them that it was okay and I didn’t really mind.
Well, DS remembered those bracelets were purple and green, and he made me a half purple, half green bracelet for Christmas. He went ahead and gave it to me today. It means a lot that he remembered my feelings were hurt and fixed the situation in true DS style. Yes, he gets style points for this one!
Thrid, DS didn’t even have to measure my wrist to get the size right. He said he just thought about how big my arm is and made the bracelet. And it fit on the first try. Oh yes, more style points!
And now I proudly unveil DS’s creation. Here is the second bracelet he ever made. I couldn’t be prouder of him, and it’s my favorite Christmas present this year.
Isn’t it beautiful? I’d rather have this bracelet than any made of gold or silver. It’s priceless because I may wear it on my wrist, but it lives in my heart.
Have you received any Christmas presents yet this year? Would you like to share any memories of presents past? I’d love to hear them in the comments!
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