Western Hills Santa

It was a Saturday morning the weekend before Christmas about 5 or 6 yrs ago and Donna came home from work and informed me that I had to take Sam to get his picture made with Santa. Donna works nights so this was about 8 in the morning when she informed me. Not sure what I had planned for that Saturday but I can promise you fighting holiday traffic jams and standing in line to get Sam's picture made with a bunch of crying youngins was not high on my priority list. By the way Sam had cried in every Santa picture we had made up to this point.I was brainstorming trying to figure how to get out of it, but I could'nt. So a couple of hours later we were on our way and then it hit me. I turned the car around and headed to Western Hills Mall because I figured the crowds would'nt be near what they were at the Galleria or Brookwood. I got there in about fifteen minutes and found a great parking spot. I walked right up to the Santa photo booth and there was no line. Sam walked right up to Santa, sat on his lap and told him what he wanted and for the first time he did'nt even cry. We were back home in an hour or so and I proudly placed the new Santa picture on the mantle along with the other Santa photos. I could'nt wait till Donna got up so I could show her the new Santa photo and tell her how easy it was.

Dixie Cup

Sam's friend Terry Robbins spent the night with us last night. He is in Sam's class at Mcadory Elementary and they go to church together. They had a great time and I did'nt have a minutes trouble out of them. When Michelle came to pick Terry up this afternoon I was telling her how good Terry and Sam were and I didnt even have to get on to them a single time. About that time Terry and Sam ran up and interrupted us and Terry proclaims proudly " I peed in a cup last night." I wish I had a picture of Michelle's face at that moment. I asked Terry why he peed in a cup, he said he could'nt make it to the bathroom. (Sam's room is next door to the bathroom.) Sounds like a dare to me. I'm not sure what else they did while I was asleep, I am afraid to ask. Apparently they hav'nt heard of " Do'nt ask, Do'nt tell!

Pet Cemetary

Last night around 9:30 Donna and I decided to go to bed. I stuck my head out the back door and called for Skippy to come in the house, she was nowhere in sight. I then started thinking I had not seen her all afternoon so I asked Donna if she had seen her.Donna had not seen her either. The last time I remember seeing her I took her for a ride in my truck to go to the Cabin up by Moore's Cemetary. I was meeting a lady from our SS class to look at the cabin for our Christmas party. So Donna, Sam and I take a ride up to the cemetary in our pj's with flashlights to see if we can find here. We are driving real slow with the windows rolled down, shining our flaslights out the window and hollering for Skippy. We pull up to the cabin by the cemetary and Skippy was sitting on the porch. I had went up there at 3:00, Skippy had been waiting on the porch for 6 and 1/2 hours patiently. Momma and Sam were very happy and I was glad that I don't have to get a puppy for Christmas!