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To: Rambi who wrote (66396)	12/25/2004 9:57:21 AM
From: Justin C	Respond to of 71178

First white Christmas for Houston since 1895, the TV weatherguy said. At a home I visited last night, it was great fun enjoying a traditional dinner and watching a Christmas movie while big fluffy snowflakes fell on lighted patio areas. With sunup this morning, the temp is rising above freezing, so the white roofs will soon return to Houston's classic moldy gray. The bubblewrap ... 'Twas a nice edition of your family traditions.

To: Rambi who wrote (66396)	12/25/2004 11:27:17 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

A digital tire pressure gauge made it in to Mr. I's gifts as well. :-) Ah the joys of big boy toys. No blinking teeth here, I fear we are much less exotic than you folks. Have a wonderful day- and hope everything that you manage to bite is incredibly tasty.

To: Rambi who wrote (66396)	12/25/2004 4:26:58 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

My mother bought gifts for the kitties, too. She spent the night with us last night, slept in Chris' bed and Chris in mine. We stayed up until a completely ridiculous hour, almost 4 am, listening to music. Betty went to bed before we did, and came back in to tell us that Arthur, the regular sized orange lug (as opposed to William, the auxiliary sized orange lug), bit her on the hand while she was petting him. I told her to rinse it with cold water, then with hydrogen peroxide, then put Betadine, then triple ointment, and she said she would, but didn't. Now it's swollen. She had stockings for the kitties (even Arthur, the wretch!) and each got a couple of mice and a feather toy. The dog got a bone and some other things. I hope she doesn't have too much difficulty with her hand, everybody in the family chipped in and got her a Dell computer, but decided to save $99 and go for the free ground shipping, so it won't come until January 6. I printed out a photo and wrote on it "Dude, you're getting a Dell!" because I know she liked the Dell guy. Actually they have some very nice deals if you order online, in addition to free shipping, you get 10% off and two CD burners. It would be ironic if she lost the use of her hand before her computer showed up. I gave Ben an iTunes account, and gave me one, too. I have spent the last hour or two trying to access mine, and can't. Don't know whether I am screwing up somehow but think maybe they are just overloaded.

To: Rambi who wrote (66396)	12/26/2004 11:43:25 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I had the strangest dream, and since you are the queen of strange dreams I will tell you what it was. I was living with my dad (the dead one, only he wasn't dead in the dream, this is NOT a ghost/zombie dream) in this Japanese style house (very nice, btw, all redwood, and tatami mat floors, and it had one of those great upright soaking tubs- the kind you can stand up in) and I was limping around with some injury to my leg. Had to use a wheelchair to get around. Anyway, a bunch of friends showed up to remind me I was supposed to teach, only we had very little time to get to my class. So, we get me dressed, and we start off to school- only there is this huge bridge to cross, and for some reason I thought it would be faster to scoot across it in my wheelchair than to stay with them in the car. This bridge was like something for the City of Lost Children- Labyrinthian, and I kept meeting people (all very nice, and helpful, but I could TELL I was going to be late- everything took way too long- there were all these doors, and gates and such.) Finally I get off the bridge and leave my wheelchair and hop to a taxi, because I think THIS will get me there for sure. The taxi guy did not speak English, but was very sweet and helpful, and got me there as fast as possible- but too late. My class had come and gone, without me- and I've no idea what I was teaching, or WHY I was teaching at UC Berkeley (which didn't look like UC berkeley at all). And then I woke up, and woke my husband up, and told him this was an AWFUL dream and why did I have to remember this one so well, when I am sure I have really nice dreams most nights that I never remember at all.