tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post6273115679023310493..comments2023-09-17T09:50:23.592-04:00Comments on Sarcastic Quilter: Sew Mama Sew Giveaway Day - Pillow CoversSarcastic Quilterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08260818745110503205noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-77531709712851893762013-12-13T19:01:09.117-05:002013-12-13T19:01:09.117-05:00A few thanksgivings ago, my brother was commenting...A few thanksgivings ago, my brother was commenting on all the stuffed animal turkeys he'd been given over the years (beanie babies, etc.), and he always took them out to decorate around the house at Thanksgiving. We took them and put them all in a turkey roaster, and had fun taking pictures of us holding them, as if we were baking them. And then, the pics of them in the oven, a few outside the pan as if they were escaping... I guess you had to be there.. (grin). Lynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01692363739744853883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-41392448202346202422013-12-13T16:26:44.984-05:002013-12-13T16:26:44.984-05:00emmevon(at)gmail(dot)com
We used to go on hikes af...emmevon(at)gmail(dot)com<br />We used to go on hikes after opening presentsRocksteadyemmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16561375829538232463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-60624398837597198042013-12-13T07:11:33.837-05:002013-12-13T07:11:33.837-05:00when i was little, my mom asked me to get a sweate...when i was little, my mom asked me to get a sweater for her out of her drawer in april. I went and found one of those giant boxes of crayons, she had forgotten to put them under the tree at christmas. nice present for me later though.Kathy Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15028644333740961786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-40021138783169266432013-12-13T02:34:50.871-05:002013-12-13T02:34:50.871-05:00The year I hid the kids presents at the neighbours...The year I hid the kids presents at the neighbours house and they went away for Christmas on Christmas Eve, without telling me. That was funny :(elflynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204266566501279332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-82897010049912016072013-12-13T00:56:39.535-05:002013-12-13T00:56:39.535-05:00My brother had to write a school essay on a family...My brother had to write a school essay on a family holiday tradition......the only one he could think of was the part where the Christmas tree always fell over and was soundly sworn at.<br />t_ktl at yahoo.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-12787867979626207352013-12-12T21:55:44.715-05:002013-12-12T21:55:44.715-05:00The time it took me THREE hours to get the Christm...The time it took me THREE hours to get the Christmas lights untangled!atabanana29https://www.blogger.com/profile/04268391550193390069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-24057012315704316972013-12-12T18:44:22.205-05:002013-12-12T18:44:22.205-05:00I guess it's quite funny, but the year my fami...I guess it's quite funny, but the year my family moved into the house my dad built, we were set to host Thanksgiving in our new place. Well we go to turn on both the ovens simultaneously for the first time in the house, for the turkey and other dishes, and they shut down! The wiring was done so poorly, we are unable to keep cooking our food "conventionally" and have to heat everything on our bar-b-que out back. We certainly won't forget it any time soon. Thank you for asking a fun question, and for having a great giveaway prize.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10172603252375334354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-59001215747684972022013-12-12T16:29:27.765-05:002013-12-12T16:29:27.765-05:00My family would go to the Christmas Eve service ev...My family would go to the Christmas Eve service every year. So one year, back in the day, my youngest brother (12 at the time... yes, 12), got ALL. THE. WAY. TO. CHURCH... and then realized he wasn't wearing shoes as he was getting out of the car. Hilarious, and oh so typical of him :) We make fun of him every year for it!<br /><br />Thanks for the chance! Those pillows are GORGEOUS!<br /><br />Melissa<br />mjp_0419 at yahoo dot comMelissa Palmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05297612838637414379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-62480170788753587292013-12-12T15:27:04.121-05:002013-12-12T15:27:04.121-05:00I honestly can't think of a funny story right ...I honestly can't think of a funny story right now. At least, not one that would make sense when you don't know the people involved... Guess I could make one up..haha!Passion to Createhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10247304158638881250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-68994467489840470932013-12-12T15:20:38.758-05:002013-12-12T15:20:38.758-05:00One year my mom got a new coat for Christmas and s...One year my mom got a new coat for Christmas and she forgot to cut off the tags before we went to church. She realized when we got home and was so mad at all of us for not telling her! We never noticed either, haha.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494915176608734523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-74489593336669466472013-12-12T13:45:17.196-05:002013-12-12T13:45:17.196-05:00I received a really funny gift one year from my Da...I received a really funny gift one year from my Dad. He sent me my very own adult size Onesy with the feet and it was red and blue stipes! Crazy gift and I put it on immediately and we all started laughing!! Thanks for the chance to win, I love the fabric you chose for the pillow covers :)meeshellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11368246410850348688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-50433406048587130682013-12-12T11:58:45.016-05:002013-12-12T11:58:45.016-05:00My sister always invites her ex boyfriend Walter, ...My sister always invites her ex boyfriend Walter, since he is a member of the family. One year he had a crazy girlfriend who wouldn't let him come, even though he wanted to. He invited her and she showed up 9surprisingly) but wouldn't eat anything even though we were very nice to her and insisted, and kept holding her hands up so she didn't touch anything, (I guess she was a germaphobe). She was very rude, so when she said to Walter, " I think we may need to leave soon", both me and my sister jumped up and said "OK! Wow great to have met you. Here is your coat, bye bye." We didn't hide that we wanted her to go, she was very rude and CRAZY. It's funny to look back on, but when it happened we couldn't believe someone like that came. What a jerk. We still love Walter though but we never let him live it down. This Thanksgiving we all sat at the table with our hands up and looks on our faces like everything was dirty and gross. Vivianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00536461109186323239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-87822501135247981932013-12-12T10:50:04.826-05:002013-12-12T10:50:04.826-05:00I'm reminded every Thanksgiving about my first...I'm reminded every Thanksgiving about my first Thanksgiving as a wife and mom with the inlaws over. My MIL, who never liked me at all, wend outside (where the bird was bbq'ing) to get drippings for gravy. Someone closed the patio door while she was out there and she tried to come back in she walked into the glass door, breaking her wrist. Doesn't sound "funny", until you hear her telling everyone that would listen how it was my fault for keeping my sliding glass door too clean. Simon Says Sewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11450051917560491903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-24059566402390043882013-12-12T07:46:10.383-05:002013-12-12T07:46:10.383-05:00I can't match your story but one Christmas my ...I can't match your story but one Christmas my mum was busy steaming what she thought was the Christmas pudding - unfortunately she'd taken the wrong bowl out of the freezer and we had ox tongue for dessert that year!Gillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02608760953744169322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-51595480545169313442013-12-12T00:58:48.416-05:002013-12-12T00:58:48.416-05:00One year we came home after attending our son'...One year we came home after attending our son's school Christmas concert to discover that our two dogs had had a party in our absence. The tree was down. The presents containing chocolates were unwrapped, the gingerbread house had been pulled off the counter and eaten. The two dogs were very sick (served them right - they even broke and apparently drank a bottle of Drambuie) and we had very colorful poops to clean up for the next week.Nitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03550671947913111557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-30256830140370967712013-12-11T22:47:45.097-05:002013-12-11T22:47:45.097-05:00These are gorgeous! I remember my brother trapping...These are gorgeous! I remember my brother trapping us in the hallway on Christmas morning while my parents finished putting "Santa" out. Nothing like your big brother being mean right when you wake on on Christmas morning!<br />samanthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04343787352496828601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-44267499113501679092013-12-11T21:05:17.887-05:002013-12-11T21:05:17.887-05:00I had to tell my daughter yesterday that Santa was...I had to tell my daughter yesterday that Santa was always watching her so today she looks at me while I am scolding her and tells me that Santa is watching me!Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15774815108084304220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-54724593453788435382013-12-11T19:10:41.799-05:002013-12-11T19:10:41.799-05:00My mom had this awful boyfriend who poured gravy o...My mom had this awful boyfriend who poured gravy over my 13 year old brother's head one year, for no reason. It was one of those WTF situations. Not funny at the time, still kinda not funny, but it gets told year after year with shaking heads and a 'that guy was such a loser'. Kirstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330543646426606469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-82182817653586430862013-12-11T17:53:38.918-05:002013-12-11T17:53:38.918-05:00You know what? I am cheeky and I will enter your g...You know what? I am cheeky and I will enter your give away! And I am still not a dog person but some are really cute and gorgeous. <br />A story about a holiday? Ok! When we went home two years ago we had a huge travel by train. My girl was excited to go to Granny and after a long journey we were on the second train (after bus, plain, taxi and train and about 10 hours). This train had one of these things to tell you the next station (like in an underground). So when we started she started to read: the name of the station, the time in single numbers and the final station. As she is not able to read German at this time she was pronouncing the city in English. Believe me I could not stop laughing and when she saw that she did not stop reading ...cheeky monkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02708335049553959639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-52176819364628520022013-12-11T16:40:52.831-05:002013-12-11T16:40:52.831-05:00There was the one Christmas that my husband was ou...There was the one Christmas that my husband was out in the garage putting together Christmas gifts for my children after they went to bed. I was running around doing everything else and then went to bed. I was in a deep sleep and finally woke up to him banging on the door. Apparently I locked him out in the garage. He had been knocking for 2 hours. Opps!:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-76352389639746405972013-12-11T16:40:50.951-05:002013-12-11T16:40:50.951-05:00My mom once forgot the sugar in her pumpkin pies a...My mom once forgot the sugar in her pumpkin pies at Thanksgiving. My dad and I each took a bite and looked at each other. It tasted like paste! My grandpa, however, ate the whole piece, never knowing anything was wrong with it!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15133599430302504738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-46224447057089357112013-12-11T14:38:02.766-05:002013-12-11T14:38:02.766-05:00When I was a child, my cousins and I would all pla...When I was a child, my cousins and I would all play spoons. It's a card game where the object is to get a spoon at the end of each round. There's one too few each round. (think musical chairs)We kept playing and would have the right amount of spoons every so rounds. We couldn't figure out why... Then we realized one cousin had been hiding one under his leg so he wouldn't get out... Not everyone laughed at the time but we all give him a hard time now.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16110804137184760877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-40736919156593840722013-12-11T12:52:04.683-05:002013-12-11T12:52:04.683-05:00My cousin was playing Santa for the younger cousin...My cousin was playing Santa for the younger cousins. He got in the suit and waited in the office while we got the young one settled around the tree. After 5 minutes of loudly saying the KEY word, someone went looking and found him asleep in the desk chair. Apparently the suit was really warm and he was full from a holiday dinner!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07866855260669110240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-13708550587185451532013-12-11T11:25:48.267-05:002013-12-11T11:25:48.267-05:00That is the best funny story every. When my childr...That is the best funny story every. When my children were young we were searching a tree farm for the perfect tree. The boys got tired of looking and told us girls to pick one. We picked the fattest tree we could find. Weeks later when we went to pick it up it had been raining for days and hubby had to drag it through the mud then clean it off with the house at home. Once we were ready to take it inside we couldn't get it to fit through the door. There was lots of pushing shoving and eventually cutting before it took over half of the living room. Hubby is still complaining about that one and wont let me pick the tree any more.Breanna S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04550787536612465947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225224009323729581.post-58150088097232734712013-12-11T02:32:13.224-05:002013-12-11T02:32:13.224-05:00I remember one Christmas where the family got into...I remember one Christmas where the family got into this big fight because my cousin was going to religious college which my grandparents approved of and my Aunt (who had married in...:) said that she would be better off going to secretarial school so she could get a job. Not funny haha. But I can still see the look on my grandfathers face when my grandma was insisting that they leave immediately.Peace Sweet Peashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00065935917270306033noreply@blogger.com