Why am I thinking of Peter Sellars in 'The Party'?Xmas dinner at your place next year.
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Why am I thinking of Peter Sellars in 'The Party'?Xmas dinner at your place next year.
Wishing all of our wonderful posters & their familiesa very "Merry Xmas" & a Happy & Prosperous 2014! Thanking you all for your valuable ongoing contributions to our Board this year and may it continue next year.Bring on 2014!From your awesome Mod Team ODN, Aph, Chism & Jeremias
the reason I regift is because I don't like crap lying around in my cupboard clogging up space for things I really need or want.
One year my step sister who is always crying poor gave my sister's partner a sachet of aftershave she found in a magazine. I am sorry I just had to share that and this year we brought it up (not with her) and laughed.
Sounds like a Western Australian thing.wow! Never heard of that before!
the reason I regift is because I don't like crap lying around in my cupboard clogging up space for things I really need or want.
One year my step sister who is always crying poor gave my sister's partner a sachet of aftershave she found in a magazine. I am sorry I just had to share that and this year we brought it up (not with her) and laughed.
Surely not MEBMy best friend's stepmother gave her a hamper of things that she took out of her pantry...which would be fine, except the box of crackers was open and half-eaten, and one of the tins was dog food. My friend doesn't have a dog.
My best friend's stepmother gave her a hamper of things that she took out of her pantry...which would be fine, except the box of crackers was open and half-eaten, and one of the tins was dog food. My friend doesn't have a dog.
Reckon it was the greatest day of the year.
The old man, hungover, would drag the family into the Ford Truckster for the lunge towards Essendon, would stop at the Brikkies Arms for takeaways, then off to Kerferd St.
Nanna used to do the greatest Roast in the universe, then we'd do the pudding with the coins in it.
We used to have a pianola, you thump your legs and the the music goes, and we'd end at 7 o'clock.
Thought the day was magic.
Much simpler times my friend.
Nowadays kids want the latest thingy-me-bob or whatsit-called.
Had some interesting experiences with in-laws at times, lucky our kids are pretty resilient and have manners or things could have been very awkward if the explanations required on the way home to help them understand other peoples behaviour are any guide.
Christmas is really for the kids, managing expectations is the parents responsibility. Grown ups should take a back seat for one day of the year and think about creating the space to allow memories like you have.
These days thanks to the consumer attitudes of people, every present has to cost hundreds of bucks and the kids have to get the latest and greatest gadgets, toys and what have you. You see the adds for the dads as well... "Hey Kids, your dad would love a $500 power drill for Christmas..." even though he is a complete klutz and couldnt drive a nail in straight to save his life (but thats ok kids... just buy him this electric nail gun for for another 300 bucks... jobs a goodun).
I prefer the simpler days when presents might not have been much, but it was what you could afford and it was given with love and affection (including the cards with 10 bucks in it from your other grandparents and the ones with 5 bucks in it from your uncles and aunts).
I do Christmas presents for the kiddies these days (until they hit 16... then it's welcome to the adults section kiddo... we dont do pressies for us adults) when I am around them... otherwise... no one gets nothing but a phone call and an "I love you" at the end of the call!
Next Xmas might be a good one for my mum... It's highly likely that I will be heading back to Oz later on this year...
Gonna be a bit of a shake up in the family when I get back and a few lumps of coal handed out to some useless ingrates (possibly in the end of a long sock being swung around my head a few times before being given, at high speed, to the person(s) involved).
I ate the last mince pie.
I ate the last mince pie.
I got a lap dance to start the new year. Was trying to imagine Aaron Josephs face on her body.
I got a lap dance to start the new year. Was trying to imagine Aaron Josephs face on her body.
I got a lap dance to start the new year. Was trying to imagine Aaron Josephs face on her body.
Hope you didn't pay for it then?I got a lap dance to start the new year. Was trying to imagine Aaron Josephs face on her body.
Sounds like a Western Australian thing.