So when I was little my daddy would always let me help decorate the tree. Not my sisters so much. He loved Christmas the best and we always had a hugh PA Blue spruce, the kind that would smell all over the house and eat you alive when you stuck your arms in it. My outside lights and my tree every year is like a tribute to him. He died 19 years ago on my Birthday and I miss him every day. I have collect the german style and german glass balls for over 23 years and got 2 of almost everything so my daughts would each have a memory of it for their own tree. I also had... some of my dads and gran paps old balls. My mom last year finally gave me this hughe teardrop ball that belong to my dad, it was very old. It was the one I alway looked forward to hanging. Thank god at the last minute I Decided not to hand that one this year. In any event every year is an annual arguement between my hubby and me about the size of the tree. He won't go with me cause I always get one to big and it has to be cut down....alot. It has to fat and bushy and scraping the ceiling for me to be able to hold all the balls. Sorry NC trees are not sturdy and they trim them now be tall and skinny and weak. Needless to say when he came to get the tree the boy started triming the bottom no understanding hubby likes to butcher it. He did a good job though and it had to be cut again to satisfy my hubby when he got it home. It ended up short ...whatever. Anyways I had to stay up saturday night till 5 in the morn to make sure it was completely decorated for my daughters boyfriends 4yr old so we could do christmas for them before she went back to her moms. It turned out Beautiful, though my oldest asked my hubby if he was going to tie it up so it wouldn't fall, "Oh it's not going nowhere in that new double screwed tree stand." It did though and I let them convince me to set it up on the hard wood floor room. Needless to say about 2 am this morning my youngest daughter was up on her computer and came screaming and crying back in my room that the tree fell and all the balls were broke. We went running and yes it was shattered on the floor. My hubby looked at her and said well you must of done something....excuse me!!! She went bullistic screaming. It was not a happy seen and I feel like I have buried my dad all over again. I just want Christmas to go away and crawl into a closet. So many years andmemories... Sorry to dump on you all.
Beginning weight: 284
Surgery weight: 251
Current weight: 149
