tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post5169658967410512203..comments2024-03-22T08:15:27.183-04:00Comments on The Glitter Globe: It's TraditionS.R. Karfelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-63560039126075402852012-11-24T18:05:46.519-05:002012-11-24T18:05:46.519-05:00LaDonna - You have the best tale between fishing f...LaDonna - You have the best tale between fishing for crawdads and Anything Goes Monopoly, so you win another Slinky Dog! Maybe you can use him to bargain next time you play. Either that or use him as a watch dog. S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-76714200848850414292012-11-20T23:51:10.067-05:002012-11-20T23:51:10.067-05:00Cindy - Sorry to hear you're having a depressi...Cindy - Sorry to hear you're having a depressing Thanksgiving! The holidays are so rough when things are bad. Wish I could have you swing by the chaos, and share some pumpkin roll with you. Private message me an address and I'll send you a Slinky Dog just to brighten your day, they're very good at that. And thanks for stopping by! Glad to have you!S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-69817209914300395692012-11-20T13:34:01.867-05:002012-11-20T13:34:01.867-05:00This is so fun. I don't have good memories of ...This is so fun. I don't have good memories of Thanksgiving growing up, but made a lot of the same memories you are here with your family. Tents, baking, yes, that powdered sugar all over... Thanks for the fun visit. Mine will be kind of depressing this year. So your post gave me a pick up! 8^)C Alexanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07944410798975596166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-55795743262600854252012-11-20T00:36:39.401-05:002012-11-20T00:36:39.401-05:00*bump* Jill on that excellent gravy maneuver. &qu...*bump* Jill on that excellent gravy maneuver. "Oopsie, guess this is just beyond my pay grade." Though heaven forbid I run out of gravy. I make a gallon for the visiting giant alone. <br />They argue over the black olive? Really? I think we might be related. <br />S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-62384406051491272602012-11-18T18:46:38.485-05:002012-11-18T18:46:38.485-05:00We play who-can-avoid-gravy-duty. I get to skip i...We play who-can-avoid-gravy-duty. I get to skip it now automatically because of an incident a few years ago that resulted in no gravy for Thanksgiving. The rest of the day is spent arguing over who gets the last black olive in the dish. My sisters or my uncleJillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15925888476582053554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-32548737442273168732012-11-16T23:08:02.439-05:002012-11-16T23:08:02.439-05:00LaDonna - Those are the best games ever - the ones...LaDonna - Those are the best games ever - the ones where you make your own rules! I want to play anything goes Monopoly. I'll bring all the money from my own game, and come right over (see, I catch on quick).S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-71175918840126710532012-11-16T22:15:28.386-05:002012-11-16T22:15:28.386-05:00No Thanksgiving for us this year. We are just goin...No Thanksgiving for us this year. We are just going to hang out and try to pretend it isn't a holiday. But I remember Thanksgiving as a kid, we would all congregate at someone's house. There were five adult brother's and sister in the family and all the grand kids would get together and play the games that seemed to be attached to whatever house we were at. For example, if we went to Baton Rouge, we would always play cowboys and indians. If we went to Batson, we would play school in the education space of the church my grandfather pastored. If they came to our house, we would play church in the sanctuary (my dad was also a pastor) or fish for crawdads and there was the one time we tried to fly by jumping off of the garage roof. That didn't end well. But everywhere we went, when the sun went down, we would all gather around a table with another piece of pie or cake and play Anything goes Monopoly. You could cheat, steal, lie, make under the table deals, extort...whatever it took to win. Every year the shenanigans got bigger and bigger. At the end of the game, everyone would confess to all the cheating and we would laugh, hoot and holler. Those were good times, right there. Mmm, yeah.LaDonnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08354443035067769813noreply@blogger.com