Outside of the fact we were all sick over the past couple weeks we had a great time celebrating Christ’s birth. When I finally came to, I realized a few of W’s questionable wishes had been delivered. A flint stick (to build fires with) and a darn sharp hatchet, to name two. What was Santa thinking, was all I [...]
I love getting to go home to Nebraska and visit with my mom. She is always good for a meaningful quote, a Bible verse or poem–memorized to seal her point. This past Thanksgiving we were talking about W trading Legos with a good friend. I think it’s really cool and a great way to learn to [...]
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If you’re looking for a normal Christmas tradition idea, you won’t find it here. In fact, you probably won’t find anything remotely normal here. Fun, funny, weird, maybe, but not normal. This is Where’s Waldo Santa. I made him years ago, before kids and after sanity. Some friends and I made up a bunch of different [...]
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I don’t get patches on britches. When I was a kid patches meant you were poor. No matter how creative the patch, it seems no amount of strawberry-iron-ons or carefully stitched denim, could fix your bank account. I guess it’s like stupid, you can try to cover it up, but you can’t fix it. As I got into [...]
