tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24699713.post5477867025874564543..comments2023-04-15T06:30:45.256-05:00Comments on What I Think: Not A Christmas StoryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24699713.post-89945819516814012132008-10-15T12:12:00.000-05:002008-10-15T12:12:00.000-05:00Despite having heard most of that narrative before...Despite having heard most of that narrative before, it was still hilarious the second time around. Sometimes we know where we're going, but we don't know the path we'll take to get there. Life isn't always fun, but if it always went as planned, from where would all of the good stories come?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586649818495939855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24699713.post-49607818266522829362008-09-30T18:14:00.000-05:002008-09-30T18:14:00.000-05:00I nearly wet my pants while reading the story of t...I nearly wet my pants while reading the story of the sure anguish that my son went through during this “boy to manhood” step in his life. I don’t know if he just forgot or left this part out because it didn’t seem so funny to him because it’s a part of the actually story that I didn’t think was so funny either. You see, before he called his lovely fiancé he called me. Now mind you, just a few hours earlier his dad put him on an airplane, he is now more than halfway between Seattle and Detroit. I believe I answered the phone with the same stupid “hello”, after all, who ever it was calling us in the middle of the night, it more than likely wasn’t going to be good news. On the other end of the phone I heard a meek little voice say “mom”. Now I was pretty sure it was a male voice and I was also pretty sure his sister was in bed (although now thinking in retrospect she could have been god knows where) I was equally sure that Aristos was 30,000 miles high in the sky so my mind didn’t really connect as to who it was until I heard “the rest of the story”, mom, I puked all over myself, I am only covered by one of those flimsy airplane blankets. Now unlike his fiancé, I did not laugh, I was horrified, first by the fact that my son actually puked in a very confined area such as an airplane and second by the fact that I COULDN’T HELP HIM!!!! In my very sleepy state I calmly said to him, son, I can’t do anything for you, call and see if Jennie is still home and maybe she can bring you a change of clothes. I honestly don’t know why I didn’t think to call her myself rather than have him make another credit card call from the plane because I would be the one to pay for both of those phone calls.<BR/><BR/>He stated in the beginning of this very long blog that “The following tale is true, mostly” and he leaves it to us to figure out what parts may or may not be true. I can honestly say that the story itself, as I remember it, was pretty much how it all went down, he may at best embellished in a few places but I will attest to the fact that this very embarrassing moment or should I say hours did happen and I thank him for allowing us to laugh with, or should I say at him!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24699713.post-27044580101026990822008-09-29T16:56:00.000-05:002008-09-29T16:56:00.000-05:00As an expert on Southeast Asia, I believe your fly...As an expert on Southeast Asia, I believe your flying buddy's name was Long Duc Dong (sexy American girlfriend!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24699713.post-62364719381025848642008-09-28T23:30:00.000-05:002008-09-28T23:30:00.000-05:00That was a riot. I've even heard (most of) that s...That was a riot. I've even heard (most of) that story before.<BR/><BR/>I also remember that I was so clueless that when you showed me the ring beforehand and said, "I'm gonna give this to Jenny," I was just like, "Oh that's nice." I.e. I didn't get that it was an engagement ring.<BR/><BR/>In my defense, I think I had been on about 14 actual dates in my life by that point.Bob Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04001108408649311528noreply@blogger.com