My belated holiday letter

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Laughter!

Perhaps a trite expression and maybe it's not the "best" medicine. Somewhere in the archives there are blogs on this topic, but we all have experienced the healing power of humor. That's why I share the comedy love with such abundance...not only for the people out there who might be having a dark day and need some sunlight...but some days for my OWN therapy and sanity!

Like when I got "the letter". You've probably received them, too. The ones when you see the return address you get that wicked vomit taste in your mouth. It's the HAPPY HOLIDAY GREETINGS FROM MR. AND MRS. PERFECT and their darling do-no-wrong offspring.

Wow, what are the odds Jimbo would get ANOTHER promotion? That's an average of one a year for...how long have we been getting your annual updates? He should be beyond the top of the corporate ladder by now, shouldn't he?

Holy all-star team! With Jimbo Jr. and Suzie participating in every sport, playing every musical instrument when do they have time to sleep...and study so they can make perfect grades in all their honors classes?

In past years I halfway joked about making up some crazy story that sounded more like the lyrics of a sad country western tune. I would write my holiday greetings as I drank cheap whiskey straight out of the bottle. HA! Well if I actually WROTE a letter this year, it wouldn't be a work of fiction!

Happy Holidays Y'all (hic)!!!

We had a decent start to 2008. After John's 10 day suspension from school late last year for throwing an orange in the lunchroom, we're glad that juvenile court settled for mediation and he didn't move on to bigger crimes. Although it could have been tempting since his grandfather sent a box of potential ammo (grapefruit) home with us after our spring break trip to Florida.

The rest of the year was interesting, to say the least. When John returned to school in the fall, his "what I did on my summer vacation" paper included spending 6 weeks in the hospital, being cut open, stapled shut and coming home with about one foot less of his intestines. We ended the year with a bang. No, really, because his car was struck from behind and got totalled.

As for my daughter, well it was a good year because she and her husband bought their first house and had their second daughter. Unfortunately between events one and two my son-in-law lost his job.

The point to this blog is stressing the importance of finding a glimpse of humor in situations that (at least at that moment) are not so funny. What got my son through a month and a half of what we hope will be the worst time of his life? Good friends who brought an endless supply of comedy DVDs to the hospital.

Although no "real" holiday letter was written, I thank everyone for the love, laughter and support throughout the entire year and extend the same best wishes to all of you and your loved ones!