Let me tell you a story.

by statia on April 26, 2010

Which may or may not be funny to anyone else but the people involved.

A few years ago, like, way back in the day, when blogging was considered something dorks and losers did, I met these people, who by coincidence work at a former place of employment (Even though they probably walked past my desk 17 times a day, I didn’t know them at the time).   They’ve been there for oh….um, a respectable number of years that doesn’t make them look older than dirt.  Nope.

Before I moved out to California to be with the hubs, I hung out with Buzz and Pat on occasion.   One night after hitting up a local bar, we went back to their place and one thing led to another…

Oh, wait, no, that’s not the story I wanted to tell.  I forgot, that one is private.

No, they gave me the grand tour of their house, which is like a mansion or something.  And while I was slyly snooping around their bedroom bookshelves, I happened across this god awful, horrible book about blogging.  And of course, for years, I tormented Buzz mercilessly about it, like you do.

Cut to three or so years later, when we moved into our house and they happened to live a mile away from us.  They showed up on our doorstep with pizza and soda.  Buzz watched the Meester swear relentlessly while setting up the Mini’s crib, while Pat tried to console a very colicky and screamy two month old.    Pizza was had.   Tours were given.  Fans were hated.   What we didn’t know, was that somewhere, hidden in our kitchen, lurking in the depths of the cabinets, was none other than, the blogging book.

Have you ever had one of those tacky family heirlooms, that was just passed around, given as a gift to the next unsuspecting person?  It was always one of those things that the family eagerly awaited finding.  You always wondered who had it, and where it would turn up next.  It made the otherwise dysfunctional family holiday fun and bearable?  Yeah, this is kind of like that, except you get along with the people involved in the game.

So for the last three years, this book has been shuffled back and forth.  If I do say so myself, we are totally brilliant.  The book has ended up in cakes, and most recently was planted to grow little baby blogging books, in Buzz and Pat’s garden.  Which, they had found, but in order to torture us for being so damn awesome, decided to keep this little nugget of information from us, until I ended up spotting it on their dining room table.   And believe me, I was looking, because it was driving me CRAZY.

So tell me, dear people inside my shiny flatscreen of iMac goodness, do you have any good stories of fun pass it around games?  Maybe a fruitcake that’s been around since the 70′s?


Ms. Pants April 27, 2010 at 8:50 am

Peeps. Packets of Peeps.

Faith April 27, 2010 at 10:32 am

We don’t have anything like that, but some friends of ours do! When they moved into their had-not-been-touched-since-the-70′s split ranch after they got married, they quickly befriended their neighbors, because they’re all pretty friendly folks.

Right away, they took down this hideous light fixture (it had covered wagons painted on the globes…yeah. BAD.) that had been over the dining room table, and put it out at the curb for trash pick up. It disappeared, and all was right in the world until their neighbors gave it to them as a housewarming gift a couple of months later. And ever since then, it’s been passed back and forth at unsuspecting times.

I think it’s hilarious, of course, and wish that my neighbors were so cool. ::sigh:: Oh well…I guess that carpooling to work, and plotting to kill the barky dogs that wake us up at 5 a.m. every day will have to be enough!

Tracy April 27, 2010 at 12:21 pm

My family has a tradition that the newest member of the family (Engaged or newly married) has to sit on Santa’s lap on Christmas Eve, and occasionally something interesting gets slipped into their package (which, of course, is to be opened in front of everyone.) Well – my husband, after we got engaged, missed Santa, but was there for the present opening at my mom’s the following morning (Audience – my brothers and their whole families, our kids, my mom, etc.) My husband opened one gift with no “from” on it, to find a black velvet thong with gold shiny print all over it. It was hilarious, and sadly, just a touch too small for him to model for us.

The next year, it got packaged up for my brother, who unsuspectingly opened it in front of everybody – more fun.

Two years later, on Christmas eve, it got packed up for my uncle to open (For some reason he was sitting on Santa’s lap at the time).

My uncle? Not amused.

The thong has now disappeared, and we all got a stern lecture on how sacreligious it was for us to have done that (WHILE HE WAS SITTING ON SANTA’S LAP – WHATEVER).

So now we’re looking for another thong so we can continue the tradition, since Uncle Cranky didn’t give it back.

Empress May 4, 2010 at 4:46 pm

I am so chagrined by your sheer brilliance at this and humbled into almost giving up the game.



buzz May 4, 2010 at 9:13 pm

I totally bow to your awesomeness. I thought the cake was amazing and now this?? There’s NO WAY we can beat that! NO WAY!!

Or is there?

*cue evil laughter*

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