Friday, November 21, 2008
Holden's Post
I'm going to my grandma's for Thanksgiving. My sister is going to have my old red snow boots. And I am going to stay in a yurt for the eve of Christmas eve. I hope it's going to be fun. Mom says there are bunk beds! We are going to make a big breakfast at the yurt. My mom thinks it is going to be lots of fun. School is going good. My baby sister Ruby is lots of fun and we live in Rexburg now. I miss my grandma. I'm going to Oregon during Christmas break. My favorite food is pumpkin pie now. My dad is in Oregon right now. My mom is nuts. It's weird: Rexburg is cold in the winter, but it's hot in the summer. HOT HOT. My mom is addicted to getting my hair cut. We're going over to the Galers for dinner tonight. Lately my nose has been runny. And sometimes my teacher has this overhead projector and sometimes she turns it on before she puts down the screen. We all laugh when she does that. My mom is paranoid twenty four hours a day. My mom is totally nuts. It's really windy right now. It's like the trees are flying all over the place. I use license plates in all my big jobs in the back yard. My life is NUTS!
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I'm so glad you are coming for Thanksgiving. I'm ready for a break, as my life has been completely NUTS.
It just might be that Holden has inherited the NUT characteristic and refined it to a fine art. What this mean, Holden, is that you are the nuttiest NUT in the universe of nuts,--and I know because, I am your grandma george. May I say two words: tricycle and wagon in bits and pieces and a roofless playhouse!! You are nuttier than all the acorns on my deck--and I love ya.
Holden, YOU MY FRIEND ARE NUTS! I miss you and will back Sunday evening.
Dan
I meant DAD, not Dan.
I hear that the nut doesn't fall far from the tree. :)
I'm nervous about what is meant by "big jobs in the backyard". Does this involve a dog, or a wrench?
Nuts is normal. If some one says they are normal they are definitely nuts. What is normal?
I had a fun time with your Dad's visit. Uncle Dave
DInner at the Galers, Harry and Owen . . . now THAT'S NUTS, Holden! So is your new dad named 'Dan.' And your mom, paranoid, nuts, crazy, incontinence. . . that's what too much time inside the pasty walls of the local 'marts' will do to you! You better take care of her more carefully.
Trish
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