tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post1183482815457184054..comments2024-03-28T14:45:34.423-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: There is no try37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-8752593065228679162015-12-25T00:00:33.365-05:002015-12-25T00:00:33.365-05:00That's funny that you should mention that Yoda...That's funny that you should mention that Yoda quote. That's something that's come up at the fencing club I go to lately and I mutter it to myself during practice sometimes. Listen, you do the best you can and after that, let it go. No one is the perfect hostess. Just some are better at it than others.Andrea Kelleherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12711352023496985469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-65000894776606989652015-12-23T13:18:36.011-05:002015-12-23T13:18:36.011-05:00I enjoy being with people, and eating good food, a...I enjoy being with people, and eating good food, and playing games, and laughing until I cry, but I DO NOT like being the hostess at such things! Very stressful!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-66896731166135949302015-12-23T06:16:04.193-05:002015-12-23T06:16:04.193-05:00I suspect you're a better hostess than you thi...I suspect you're a better hostess than you think you are -- and a better gift-giver, too. :)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-58933675423144363632015-12-22T21:58:36.022-05:002015-12-22T21:58:36.022-05:00I ignore the gift-giving pretty much. My immediate...I ignore the gift-giving pretty much. My immediate family has done that for years. Of course one of my children married into a gift-giving family and has me to thank for being ill-prepared. Whatever. This year it dawned on me that this dark time of year is perhaps supposed to bring out the darkness, the solemnity, the pondering of death and dying. That's why the jolly is so hard. The wind is blowing 40-miles an hour here. I don't feel jingly at all.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-57805003347533090712015-12-22T21:20:27.844-05:002015-12-22T21:20:27.844-05:00I have entertainment anxiety and I thought it was ...I have entertainment anxiety and I thought it was because my mother NEVER entertained. I also have guest anxiety, unless it's a visit to my family. It is good to have my out of town granddaughter here for the holidays though. Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-84996184281945809172015-12-22T18:05:18.667-05:002015-12-22T18:05:18.667-05:00It's really, really hard not to think it's...It's really, really hard not to think it's all a crock of shit, isn't it?Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-68551367913215826432015-12-22T17:29:21.741-05:002015-12-22T17:29:21.741-05:00Oh my god, woman! I finished my Christmas shopping...Oh my god, woman! I finished my Christmas shopping in one short fell swoop today. I bought every one of my children and their sweethearts down pillows at the Costco. Ssh! Don't tell! I am so happy. A gift that is practical, a bit luxurious, and everyone will laugh! I am so fucking relieved I can't tell you. And look- just because your mother was perfect at entertaining, that doesn't mean you have to be. And why should everyone else get all the fun and you all the worry and work? <br />But I understand. I get it. I used to be that entertainer, that mother. And now I simply am not. Nor do I want to be.<br />As much as I love and adore you, I am certain that your family loves and adores you a million times more. There is no perfect gift. There is only perfect love. You shine that love on your family 365 days of the year. <br />That alone is a miracle gift which few receive in this lifetime. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-9830696055100948412015-12-22T17:27:14.927-05:002015-12-22T17:27:14.927-05:00Totally agree with Birdie!!! LOL! she made my day!...Totally agree with Birdie!!! LOL! she made my day!!! and since I'm stuck at the office have a glass of wine for me too!!!My Corner of the worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01848296854617809245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-40846784883665108322015-12-22T14:36:54.981-05:002015-12-22T14:36:54.981-05:00Thank you, e, good advice!Thank you, e, good advice!37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-4079339989336075702015-12-22T14:10:01.463-05:002015-12-22T14:10:01.463-05:00Don't worry, be happy, as the old song says......Don't worry, be happy, as the old song says...the point is the people, not the "stuff" and your family and friends are great to be with...Prayers for your parents for putting you here, and Birdie's right, go put your feet up and sing!ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-18380734143729141622015-12-22T14:02:26.439-05:002015-12-22T14:02:26.439-05:00Oh my God, Birdie, I love this! Ha!Oh my God, Birdie, I love this! Ha!37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-61532865968050943602015-12-22T13:08:04.600-05:002015-12-22T13:08:04.600-05:00Well, screw Mr. Myagi and Yoda. They have set impo...Well, screw Mr. Myagi and Yoda. They have set impossibly high standards. Yoda was a weird introvert that lived in a swamp for god's sake. He didn't try to make a nice home for people. And neither Yoda or Mr. Myagi had a family. They sit on their high horses judging all of us! They can both fuck off. Now go have a glass (or three) of wine and put your feet up. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.com