Sometimes we just need a good laugh and I have one for you
today. With Christmas breathing down our necks, it’s good to have some holiday
humor. Most of the stories I tell are of
goofy things that happen to me as I travel in the quilting world but I think
that some of my foibles may have been inherited. Maybe it’s a genetic mutation in our family
genes. It is clear that I am not the
only wacky member of the Hopkins family.
Joe and I are getting ready to visit the family down in
Southern California. It’s an all day
trip on the main California highway that will be a 2 lane, pot-holed, chock
full of 18-wheelers nightmare. I can’t
wait!
We are all getting excited to be together, so let the Christmas
decorating begin!
Now, decorating for Christmas in the Hopkins house has
always been a big deal. I have been
blessed to always live in a beautifully decorated home even when we had no
money. Which was always. You don’t need $ to have a beautiful home,
just creativity. I have now carried this
tradition over to the Bula household but not this year. I am going very low-key this holiday
season.
Having a mother who was a fabulous interior designer makes
the holidays very festive. I have always
said that Martha Stewart has nothing on Lavonna Hopkins. Except for a funny first name.
So let the decorating commence. I am sure my dad was on a ladder with his
head up in the attic, pulling down all the dusty Christmas boxes containing the
lights for the house, the nativity scene, the 18 foot tree, the Santa’s village
to be displayed on the baby grand piano and all the little bells and whistles she
has always done. As time goes by we all
start to get a little older and my sweet, creative mother has been battling
some memory challenges that can seem sad but sometimes they are just downright
funny. It’s interesting how she still
remembers how to decorate but has forgotten how to cook. She can’t remember who was on the phone but
knows everyone in an old photo. We are
all grateful that she can still decorate for Christmas and, most importantly,
wants to. She told me she didn't do too
much but I assure you, she has. It’s not
going to be quite the same decorating that she did back in her heyday but it
will be pretty. She sounded so excited on the phone and that made me happy.
Then I get the following email from my sister, Jacqui, that has set the
mood for this upcoming trip:
Okay this is too
funny!!!!!!
Mom has decorated
their whole house for Christmas, it looks really nice.
She has her Christmas
candy dish on the coffee table in the family room - - - - - - -
It has been there for
about 4 days I saw it - - - - - - -
Jillyan just called me
at work and said Mom (Nana) has filled the candy dish with TUMS!!!!!!!! Like
full about 35 TUMS
Jillyan went to see
what kind of candy they were, pastel colored round disc candies and said each
one has TUMS printed on it!!!!!
I had a good laugh;
Jillyan is going to let Papa know asap. I don’t think we should be snackin on
TUMS (however they do help with strong bones).
Just though I’d share
-
I sent her a response and I got this email back:
Okay – And the
funniest thing is when I told Dad about it last night he said . . . . . . .
I
thought those tasted funny!!!!!! Then he said to me “well it won’t hurt you,
you could eat 8 of them and be fine”! (Yeah a little constipated).
He said he had told
Mom they tasted like TUMS and she said it was CANDY!
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