I often look at the “trending” items on the Internet as it fascinates me to see what the rest of the world is thinking about. On Christmas Eve one of the top five searched items on the Internet was “symptoms of depression.” I found that really sad. I’m sure there were a lot of people who were at parties and weren’t on the Net at all on Christmas Eve, but those that were on, were not happy. Depressed at Christmas? Maybe after Christmas but not prior to! If they were depressed before it even started how are they feeling today?
Thankfully I am blessed with a wonderful family and am truly happy and have no regrets but I still wish there was a way I could have reached out to the depressed people in the world on Christmas Eve. The only thing I was depressed about was
that not one person “liked” my Christmas Eve blog. Usually I can count on Dianne
Duwe or Jackie Ward for a “thumbs-up” on Facebook or a comment or two on the
blog page but I got nothing, not one like. I guess everyone was just too bust to read my silly old blog. That really hurt my feelings as I thought it was pretty funny. So as you can tell I’m still pouting about it and having a little “hissy fit” in my head. Blogging is depressing, not Christmas.
My kids had a great Christmas but they were worried on Christmas Eve. When my daughter was “forced” to sit on Santa’s lap at the mall she got bucky and told him she didn’t want anything for Christmas. As we watched the Santa Tracker on the Internet she started to sweat. My son was truly impressed with his loot. When I asked him if he was happy with his toys his reply was, “I’m really impressed mom, with as bad as I was I thought I would only get one present but I got a whole bunch!” Way to go
We had a nice lunch, Cornish hens. The kids think it’s a hoot to have their own little chicken to eat. We had Mississippi Mud Pie for desert, yum! When I told my mother that we were having Cornish hens she said,“make sure you cook them all the way” and I could feel my cheeks start to get hot.
Twenty years ago I made Cornish hens for my parents and Grandmother when they came for a visit. I was fairly new to cooking at the time and made the mistake of taking the hens out too early. Needless to say they were not done. My father had diarrhea so bad that he had to make several stops between McGregor and Dubuque Iowa, where they lived. My Grandmother thought it was pretty funny, bless her heart.
So I screwed up, I admitted it and I moved on. But my mother never did. Even though it was twenty years ago she still had to REMIND me to “cook them all the way” before we eat them. I guess forgive and forget does not apply when salmonella is involved.
We’ll I have to go now; my son is eating Moon Dough! I Hope you had Christmas free of regret and full of life, love, laughter and lots of 'likes” on your blog too!