Then there were two, Liberal News Media, and a Few Short Thoughts
by Barry Bauer
It all began when Betty and I celebrated our first Christmas together in 1969. It was just the two of us having been newly married that month, with a Christmas tree covered with Angel Hair and sitting in our living room in front of the picture window which is now history. We had plenty of gifts for each other including a sewing machine and jewelry box for Betty, and a table saw for me. They were typical husband and wife gifts.
The following year we had a white cat named Tom and while we were out to Betty’s parent’s to celebrate Christmas Eve, ol’ Tom opened up his Christmas stocking under the tree. We thought it funny that he would wait until then because the cat stocking had been under the tree for several days.
That catnip must have been powerful stuff!
The following year I don’t remember any of the gifts except one, Betty was pregnant with Renee. It was also the year our Christmas tree completely collapsed. It looked like somebody dropped a giant snowball on it. We ended up buying an artificial tree because real trees by then were mostly gone.
Ho-Ho-Ho but it turned out all right.
During the next six years we had Mindy and Kristy and Christmas was going full blast at our house. Dolls and a bike, a stereo and skates, sleds and skis, and all the things Santa could afford to make their Christmases special memories.
Nowadays we are fortunate that we have all our daughters and their families here for Christmas Eve. It’s a noisy night but very festive with our grandsons playing Christmas music on their keyboard and guitar and the younger grandkids checking out the Christmas tree for any presents with their name on them. We wouldn’t trade it for the world. Our house will probably sound like a lot of households this year. The grandparents (us) get to enjoy having kids around for one more Christmas Eve.
Christmas Day Betty and I are home alone. No, it isn’t like the movie, Betty and I behave ourselves . . . honest. No crazy sled rides down the stairway and out the front door or paint cans swinging down the stairway although we could do either one of them. We’ll get up Christmas morning and haul the bags of wrapping paper and boxes out to the garage and bring in our Standing Rib roast from the garage frig for our Christmas dinner. We’ll also fix something called, “Mindy’s Potatoes,” named because Mindy found the recipe. As for a vegetable, what do you think about fresh steamed Asparagus topped with butter with a dash of pepper and a pinch of salt?
We’ll be content that day knowing that our kids are at their homes passing on the same memories of Christmas to our grandchildren.
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I get so tired of the liberal news media that I could just puke. They believe Oblama (not a misspelling) is the second coming of Christ and that’s just not true no matter how hard they wish. Most of the TV newscasters are liberal and most of the radio talk show hosts are conservative. The battle is on.
No matter what your political leanings are, our guys in Washington are doing a crappy job. Nothing gets done, spending hasn’t been brought under control, and the rudder of the nation is broken. Who the hell can steer the ship with a broken rudder?
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A few short thoughts:
I think I’ll take that new snow shovel off my Christmas list.
The Detroit Lions QB, Matthew Stafford, is proving he’s a winning quarterback. Let’s hope nobody breaks our china doll. Better yet, let’s hope Stafford isn’t a china doll.
Had enough of the presidential debates? Me too.
Because of Betty’s brush with death this year, she has to have blood work done regularly. Her doctor uses this information to see whether her meds are doing their job or not. She gets a report back from the lab a couple of weeks later that is written in Japanese. A lot of good that does us. We either have to call the office or get an interpretation from the nurse in person.
If I was a medical school professor, I’d require all doctors to pass an extensive course in penmanship. Otherwise, I’d flunk them. That ought to get me a few votes with the common folks.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
Until the next time . . .