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Oh fooie!  I’m late! The pipes burst, my cat got out, it snowed ten feet, my car wouldn’t start, and a rodent chewed through my computer’s power cord!!!

Kinda legit, right?

No, I did not follow through with my month long “write in your blog every day, Nessa” pledge. This is not because I didn’t wanna.  I found out Friday evening that one of the greatest friends a gal can have was only a feeble drive away.  After adventuring around the world since she graduated from IU in 2008, she has taken up residence in Maui.  Real unfortunate, right?  A sad story.  I feel really bad for her, having to come home to trump through the foot deep brack basting Indiana’s beheaded corn stalks.

Because her life is so sad and sunless, I decided she needed me to bring some light to her life.  I ventured to the old stomping grounds: Bloomington, Indiana, home of the Hoosiers.  I needed to get there bright and early, just so I could save her tan from fading.

I spent a lovely 24 hours laughing, eating, playing, and dancing with her family and a friend of ours.  The internet and my writing responsibilities could wait – or not even exist – in exchange for precious time with my beloved college companion. December 18, 2010 does not need an excuse.  It is safe to hold onto the handle, but it is much more fun to let go and let the wind take you (Thank You, Story People).  I like fun and laughing until you can’t breathe.  It is all good for your being. 

Too many yesterdays pass like the hummingbirds in your window feeder.  They’re there if you’re paying attention or if you catch their flirty feeding methods out of the corner of your eye, but if they’re closed, its like it never even happened. I really would have hated to miss a hummingbird in an Indiana December because I was too involved with a computer screen.


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I am in need of your assistance.  I would love to do a post highlighting hilarious holiday memories.  It would be super neat if these were provided by YOU!  I want to do a post on Christmas Tree stories (for example, my father brought the chainsaw into our living room to cut the tree’s trunk because it wouldn’t fit beneath our already tall ceiling).  Maybe your family is big on outdoor Christmas decor like the Griswalds.  Awkward family moment around the dinner table?  I definently want to know about it!!!

What about your most terrifying moment with a mall Santa (in my mind, Pennywise the Clown is nearly as frightening as Santa –  I will elaborate my findings at a later date).

I would be delighted to receive stories beyond the Christian faith – how bout some Hanukkah or Kwanzaa joy?

Walk down memory lane, smile a bit, mayyybe shake your head, and send me a little historical anecdote of yours.

I invite you to e-mail me your tales of holiday hilarity at beingnessasary@gmail.comOR you can write them down in a comment. A preemptive thank you oh so very much for your contributions!

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