What's the One Story You've Always Wanted to Share?
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kimblebee
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When I was a young teen, I came down with whooping cough at the same time as my younger sister and two younger brothers. We ranged in ages from 14-4. It happened over Christmas so of course we all had to stay home and miss all parties and get togethers.
It was Christmas Eve and we were all sitting in the front room just being nice and quiet. My mom or dad came into the room and said we should open the curtains and look out the window. We did and there stood Santa! He waved at us and showed us that he had his sack full of toys (no doubt for us). He stayed for a few minutes and then waved and walked off down the street. Don't forget this is December..in Winnipeg. It easily could have been -25C. We were all excited as much as we could be and we brushed our teeth and went to bed.
The story is legend in our family and it had never been revealed who Santa was. We took guesses and had theories about who it was but it had never been confirmed.
Fast forward 25 years and we were all in my parents sunroom sharing stories about my Uncle (who had just died). My dad, not thinking, said 'remember when Uncle R dressed up as Santa for you kids..and then his voice trailed off. I looked at my sister and she looked at me and we both said THAT WAS HIM??
it was quite a moment and I won't ever forget it.
It was Christmas Eve and we were all sitting in the front room just being nice and quiet. My mom or dad came into the room and said we should open the curtains and look out the window. We did and there stood Santa! He waved at us and showed us that he had his sack full of toys (no doubt for us). He stayed for a few minutes and then waved and walked off down the street. Don't forget this is December..in Winnipeg. It easily could have been -25C. We were all excited as much as we could be and we brushed our teeth and went to bed.
The story is legend in our family and it had never been revealed who Santa was. We took guesses and had theories about who it was but it had never been confirmed.
Fast forward 25 years and we were all in my parents sunroom sharing stories about my Uncle (who had just died). My dad, not thinking, said 'remember when Uncle R dressed up as Santa for you kids..and then his voice trailed off. I looked at my sister and she looked at me and we both said THAT WAS HIM??
it was quite a moment and I won't ever forget it.
Oh Girl, I was on OKCupid for awhile before I met DH (didn't meet him on there though)...
I totally feel you. You're right it's so different now when I talk to my girlfriends who are on Tinder and stuff!
I love this story! There is nothing like Christmas when you are young - so magical and comforting.
Oh Girl, I was on OKCupid for awhile before I met DH (didn't meet him on there though)...
You're right it's so different now when I talk to my girlfriends who are on Tinder and stuff!
I'm dating someone now, I said we could be exclusive once we had traveled together, and still have Tinder. It lead to me busting and then BURNING one of my dearest friends FWB, per her request. I mean every day it provides stories funny enough to be collected in a book, I should really do that.
mi*vida*loca
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This one time at band camp...
kmb584
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The day my (then) 5-year-old daughter exuberantly exited her school bus and announced, "Mommy, I have presents for you in my backpack!". Now, what kind of presents does a 5-year-old bring home? Artwork? A good achievement award? Oh, no, no, no.
She proudly pulled out two newborn outfits, one for a boy and one for a girl, as well as two embroidered baby blankets. The blankets read Austin and Summer. You know, the names that she gave for the imaginary twins that I had given birth to just 3 weeks before she started kindergarten. Little did I know, she had been telling anyone and everyone that would listen about "the" twins, and her kindhearted teacher took it upon herself to purchase not-so-inexpensive gifts.
I was horrified, mortified, and wanted to crawl under a rock when I brought her into the office the next morning to return the gifts and offer an apology. I offered to pay, but the teacher declined. This one, I'll never live down.
She proudly pulled out two newborn outfits, one for a boy and one for a girl, as well as two embroidered baby blankets. The blankets read Austin and Summer. You know, the names that she gave for the imaginary twins that I had given birth to just 3 weeks before she started kindergarten. Little did I know, she had been telling anyone and everyone that would listen about "the" twins, and her kindhearted teacher took it upon herself to purchase not-so-inexpensive gifts.
I was horrified, mortified, and wanted to crawl under a rock when I brought her into the office the next morning to return the gifts and offer an apology. I offered to pay, but the teacher declined. This one, I'll never live down.
Gumbo4x4
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Beat me to it. LOL
wenrob
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Mirielle
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kmb584
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This story will be priceless some day at her engagement party.
Family and friends still ask her how "Austin and Summer" are doing.
OhMari
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Me and my husband married at a very young age, had 4 kids in eight years. I always say, we had them in our 20's, raised them in our 30's and they all left in our 40's. So, I have been waiting patiently for grandchildren. I was going to start being a sub grandma-since I felt I was waiting like forever. But we finally got blessed with our first grandson. He was worth waiting for. Mr. Colton Daniel.
Kitty 34
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MamaBelle4
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I'll share a sweet one because I have been thinking about him a lot lately.
My Pappy died when I was in 6th grade. My father had taught me to knit, maybe 2 years before. So one time when we visited, I brought him this awful ugly mustard yellow scarf with huge gaping holes from dropped stitches. He said he loved it.
Shortly before he died, my dad was going over to help Pappy with yardwork. On his way out the door, he asked me if I wanted to go. I said yes and ran outside. Pappy wasn't expecting me.
We pull up the driveway, and there he was, back to us, already started on the yardwork with that ugly scarf wrapped around his neck.
My Pappy died when I was in 6th grade. My father had taught me to knit, maybe 2 years before. So one time when we visited, I brought him this awful ugly mustard yellow scarf with huge gaping holes from dropped stitches. He said he loved it.
Shortly before he died, my dad was going over to help Pappy with yardwork. On his way out the door, he asked me if I wanted to go. I said yes and ran outside. Pappy wasn't expecting me.
We pull up the driveway, and there he was, back to us, already started on the yardwork with that ugly scarf wrapped around his neck.
ZephyrHawk
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Well, the story of how my parents threw my grandmother off a cruise ship always seems to get laughs.....
Brazen Wench
show 'em your larboard side.
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Can't say I've always wanted to share this story because it really didn't come about until last September, but here goes. Just over a year ago I was a Junior in High School and the school year was winding down just like my Senior year is right now. One of the beloved teachers and our class adviser had just announced to the school that she was going to be taking a long leave of absence due to she just found out she had Stomach Cancer. The entire school was devastated. Fast forward through the Summer to the Fall and my Senior year. As a Senior class we got together to discuss what we were going to do for this upcoming year for fundraising, dances, and other stuff. One thing that was proposed was we forfeit having our Senior Prom and use our fundraising money to purchase a get well gift and a gift of appreciation to our sick teacher and the remainder of the money go to Cancer research. We are an average sized Co-Ed Catholic School who don't make a ton of money, but it only took us a few minutes to decide this is what we wanted to do. So as Prom season is approaching for schools we won't be having one and I and my fellow classmates are fine with that. Giving up one day for trying to help others for a bunch of days in their future is much more important to all of us. My schools administration will be giving us a Senior Class Bonfire with Soda, Hot Dogs, Hamburgers, Watermelon and it will be loads of fun and way more casual.
PigletsPal2
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My stories involve gifts to my DDs.
DD#1 was very involved in theater and chorus in HS and won plum roles in her HS senior year productions: Rizzo in Grease, and Evita in a cabaret performance of Broadway show music. All the performances were terrific, but we didn't have a video camera and didn't think to ask if any other parent did, so we figured we would just have to remember them in our own minds.
Fast forward 25 years: DD#1's own DD (my DGD) is very active in theater and chorus in HS and laments the fact that she never saw her mother perform. This gets my little brain cells working, and I get the bright idea to contact DD#1's HS on the off-chance that an "official" recording had been made of the class of 1985's performances by someone in the Theater Dept. So I contacted her HS (Colegio Roosevelt in Lima, Peru) to ask if they had recordings. As good luck would have it, they did, indeed, have video tapes of both performances. As bad luck would have it, they were in BETA format, and as worse luck would have it, the tapes were 25 years old and had degraded considerably.
Never mind, I had them sent to me, arranged for them to be converted to DVDs, and gave them to DD#1 for Christmas.
The overall quality wasn't very good, but miraculously, DD#1's individual performances had survived in still quite good quality, and she was thrilled to have the DVDs. We all (DH, 2 DDs and DGD) watched them Christmas afternoon and there wasn't a dry eye in the house.
DD#2's special gift was for her 16th birthday. We were assigned to the Embassy in London, and DD#2 took full advantage of the opportunity to go to the theater on a regular basis, like every weekend! Her favorite show was (and still is) Les Miserables and her favorite character/actor was Inspector Javert/Clive Carter. She got a theater gift voucher for Christmas and promptly bought a matinee ticket for Les Miz for a performance on her birthday in March. For her birthday gift in March, she wanted us to go as a family to the evening performance that same day! So we got the tickets for her birthday performance. But I wanted to do something a little special, so I wrote to Clive Carter at the theater and asked if he would be willing to come down to the Stage Door and wish DD#2 a happy birthday between the matinee and evening performances. Of course we didn't tell DD#2 about this!
Well, her birthday came, and I still hadn't heard from Mr. Carter, so I brazenly called the theater and asked to speak with him, never expecting that he would come to the phone. But he did, apologizing profusely for not getting back to me, but he said he got the run-around every time he tried to contact me at the Embassy. "What is it, the bloody CIA?" (I had asked him not to call our home number on the off-chance that DD#2 might answer the phone.) Anyway, he would be happy to meet with DD#2, just go to the Stage Door, identify ourselves, and the Stage Door Manager would call him.
Are you still with me? We met DD#2 at the front of the theater after the matinee, to go to dinner, and started to walk around to the Stage Door. "No, Tony Roma's is this way..." By the time we rounded the corner, DH had his hand on the Stage Door handle. DD#2 said "Oh no you don't!" and started running off in the opposite direction, while I (fat, forty-two, and in high heels!) chased after her, assuring her that we were expected - we had an appointment! I caught her, convinced her to come back, and we entered the Stage Door. The manager called Clive, and we expected that he would come down, thank her for being such a fan, and wish her a happy birthday. He came down alright, but escorted us (DD#2 by the hand!) to his dressing room where we proceeded to have a 45-min. conversation, take photos of the two of them together, and DD#2 received a card and a box of candy from Clive for her birthday. He mentioned that he would be leaving the production in a couple of months, and we asked him to let us know the date of his last performance, as we'd like to attend. Sure enough, he called our house about a month later, giving us the date and expressing a hope to see us there. What a nice man! DD#2 is now 44 years old, and she still has her birthday card from Clive Carter.
Needless to say, all other birthday and Christmas gift have paled in comparison! Thank you for your patience and attention.
Queen Colleen
DD#1 was very involved in theater and chorus in HS and won plum roles in her HS senior year productions: Rizzo in Grease, and Evita in a cabaret performance of Broadway show music. All the performances were terrific, but we didn't have a video camera and didn't think to ask if any other parent did, so we figured we would just have to remember them in our own minds.
Fast forward 25 years: DD#1's own DD (my DGD) is very active in theater and chorus in HS and laments the fact that she never saw her mother perform. This gets my little brain cells working, and I get the bright idea to contact DD#1's HS on the off-chance that an "official" recording had been made of the class of 1985's performances by someone in the Theater Dept. So I contacted her HS (Colegio Roosevelt in Lima, Peru) to ask if they had recordings. As good luck would have it, they did, indeed, have video tapes of both performances. As bad luck would have it, they were in BETA format, and as worse luck would have it, the tapes were 25 years old and had degraded considerably.
Never mind, I had them sent to me, arranged for them to be converted to DVDs, and gave them to DD#1 for Christmas.
The overall quality wasn't very good, but miraculously, DD#1's individual performances had survived in still quite good quality, and she was thrilled to have the DVDs. We all (DH, 2 DDs and DGD) watched them Christmas afternoon and there wasn't a dry eye in the house.
DD#2's special gift was for her 16th birthday. We were assigned to the Embassy in London, and DD#2 took full advantage of the opportunity to go to the theater on a regular basis, like every weekend! Her favorite show was (and still is) Les Miserables and her favorite character/actor was Inspector Javert/Clive Carter. She got a theater gift voucher for Christmas and promptly bought a matinee ticket for Les Miz for a performance on her birthday in March. For her birthday gift in March, she wanted us to go as a family to the evening performance that same day! So we got the tickets for her birthday performance. But I wanted to do something a little special, so I wrote to Clive Carter at the theater and asked if he would be willing to come down to the Stage Door and wish DD#2 a happy birthday between the matinee and evening performances. Of course we didn't tell DD#2 about this!
Well, her birthday came, and I still hadn't heard from Mr. Carter, so I brazenly called the theater and asked to speak with him, never expecting that he would come to the phone. But he did, apologizing profusely for not getting back to me, but he said he got the run-around every time he tried to contact me at the Embassy. "What is it, the bloody CIA?" (I had asked him not to call our home number on the off-chance that DD#2 might answer the phone.) Anyway, he would be happy to meet with DD#2, just go to the Stage Door, identify ourselves, and the Stage Door Manager would call him.
Are you still with me? We met DD#2 at the front of the theater after the matinee, to go to dinner, and started to walk around to the Stage Door. "No, Tony Roma's is this way..." By the time we rounded the corner, DH had his hand on the Stage Door handle. DD#2 said "Oh no you don't!" and started running off in the opposite direction, while I (fat, forty-two, and in high heels!) chased after her, assuring her that we were expected - we had an appointment! I caught her, convinced her to come back, and we entered the Stage Door. The manager called Clive, and we expected that he would come down, thank her for being such a fan, and wish her a happy birthday. He came down alright, but escorted us (DD#2 by the hand!) to his dressing room where we proceeded to have a 45-min. conversation, take photos of the two of them together, and DD#2 received a card and a box of candy from Clive for her birthday. He mentioned that he would be leaving the production in a couple of months, and we asked him to let us know the date of his last performance, as we'd like to attend. Sure enough, he called our house about a month later, giving us the date and expressing a hope to see us there. What a nice man! DD#2 is now 44 years old, and she still has her birthday card from Clive Carter.
Needless to say, all other birthday and Christmas gift have paled in comparison! Thank you for your patience and attention.
Queen Colleen
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