MERRY CHRISTMAS...YES I SAID IT
Merry Christmas everyone, yes I said...Oh how dare I say Merry Christmas rather than Happy Holidays or some other non-sense saying that does not relate what December 25th really means to me and all other Christians alike. It is a day WE celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, not a day to celebrate whatever day the rest of the world decides it is. The Jews get to celebrate Hanaukah (sp) and whatever other religions there are and what they celebrate.
I celebrate the birth of the one Man I can trust no matter what. My prayers are answered, whether with the answer I want or not, they are answered none-the-less. Jesus leads me where I need to when I allow him to, sometimes I take a different road or path and end up where I need not be. But I always learn my lesson to listen and of course the next trip down the road, I swerve and take the route I want lol...
So, the point of this blog update is really to talk about the Christmas Tree (yes Christmas Tree, not Holiday Tree) that Nova Scotia sends every year to Boston as a thank you for their help during the Halifax Explosion.
http://www.gov.ns.ca/NATR/extension/christmastrees/bostontree.htm
The first year the tree was cut and shipped, it was actually cut down by my grandfather, Mr. Brenton Frank Reid. I can remember during every single yearly Reid Family Christmas Party, Grampie would talk about how he cut it down and then we would all sit around and wait for him to recite "The Cremation of Sam McGee" and "The Shooting of Dan McGrew", both well known poems by Robert Service.
My grandfather was amazing. He was unable to read or write, in fact when he had to sign the paper work to get his Old Age Pension started, he had to mark an X and have Nan sign for him. He ran a very successful business, doing bodywork and mechanical repairs on vehicles in a garage in his backyard.
I know I have written blog entries about him before but I respected, loved and cherished him as a man and as my grandfather. He was truly one of the "few good guys". I will attach a picture of him at the end of this entry. It will be the one of him in his army uniform. He was so proud to have served, even if it was only on at the Halifax Armories doing repairs on equipment. He, like the rest of his generation, didn't talk much about the war. I guess he had bad memories too. He had a buddy he worked with who died in Germany during WW2, that Grampie and Nannie named their first son after, Rockey.
Now, Uncle Rockey. Man, if you looked at this man, you would think "holy fuk, I don't want to mess with him" but he is the most gentle and caring man. I can always count on a kiss from him and an "I love you".
I will try to find and attach a picture of him.
So, hmmm... You want an update on Quinlan and the McKenna clan you say?
Quinlan has reached the five pound mark and will be home for Christmas if he keeps improving like he has. The other night I was on MSN with Mack's brother Chad. I had that poor boy believing that his mother bought a "Mother of the groom" dress for his wedding to the girl he hasn't even asked to marry him yet. I should have felt bad but you know, I still don't...lol.
I think it went on for a good half an hour and at one point I said "McKenna didn't tell you about the dress?" "No, was he supposed to?" "Well I don't know if he was supposed to but I do know he knows about it. Maybe he forgot to mention it?" "More like he withheld the information to make me look like a fool"... I laughed so hard. I even described the dress in great detail. Then Chad said something about telling his mother to wear the "shear, light and dark blue, slit up to there" dress to Quinlan's Christening. I said "Do you really want your mother wearing a dress that is only good for enticing your father to your nephew's Christening?" "Well it is her grandson you know?"... The fool fell for it... I was copying and pasting the conversation to Tammy and we both agreed that he was gullible, but he learned his lesson.
He did however tell me I was mean, or rather he said "McKenna didn't tell me you were so mean"...haha haha hehehe... McKenna told me I was but I was good... Hey don't mess with the best. I have a lot more years on them... Not necessarily more experience but Linda Reid is my mother...lol...
So, what else? Not much. I am hoping that the anti-depressants I am on kick in soon. I had a bad night last night and was almost in tears after I talked to Jen in Ottawa. We had our monthly, bi-monthly bitch session about Nigerians. Everyone is good in her family. I miss them all... They took me in and treated me like a daughter, sister, cousin, niece... Truly an amazing family.
OK, so let me add a few pictures. Til next time, enjoy and be safe during the CHRISTMAS SEASON...Sorry, I cannot possibly call it the Holiday Season. I am also going to add a couple of pictures from the baby shower we held for my brother.
The Rock AKA Uncle Rockey at his surprise 50th birthday party
Me, Nan and Grampie one year at Camp Argo
Mom in the white on the right, Cousin Ryan was our surrogate mother for the day, Brenton in his *gag* habs shirt...
