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A Jason Langford Christmas

Since Jason's comments were so extensive and you know how much I love blog participation, I am going to give him his own entry... And now, please ENJOY "A Jason Langford Christmas":

Heatha...my first post! I couldn't resist. Sorry but mussels for Christmas? That's just wrong. Whatever happened to turkey or ham? Anyway, I figured you would appreciate this story...so my Dad & stepmother Carolyn gave my bedroom to my stepbrother Brian (who still lives at home) and turned his old room into an office/exercise room. Long story short, they got rid of the guest bed. Nice, huh? So whenenever I visit I have the pleasure of sleeping on an air mattress in between a treadmill and 2 iMacs. I mean it is one of those rather expensive Aero Beds...but still people...it's an air mattress. So this year, at about 11pm on Christmas Eve, I go to inflate the damn thing only to find out the pump is BROKEN. No Aero Bed for Jason. Instead, I sleep on the fold out sofa in the family room (a 25 year old Ethan Allen sofa, long ago replaced by Scan Design leather couches in the formal living room). I wake up Christmas morning with the WORST backache evah! Why you may ask didn't I just sleep on the new leather couches? Well, apparently 6' is too tall for them. I find that odd. I mean, they are Scan Design...from Scandanavia, no? Aren't those people all 7 feet tall? So with a broken back, I go to church again (having also just been the night before for the candlelight service). Church twice in 12 hours. Sweet. I inform the parental unit that I will be driving home that night...on Christmas, but whatever (not into breaking the back again I explain). Instead, my Dad & Carolyn...who feel so bad...book me a room at the Best Western for the night and send me off with a lovely muscle relaxer in hand. Not bad I guess. I am not really that familiar with Best Westerns, but I will say this one was pretty nice. Almost as nice as the muscle relaxer. Oh and here's the best part...before I head off to the Best Western, I spend the evening with Dad watching every old show ever made on TV Land. Each time the word "gay" is mentioned my Dad makes sure to mention "that was from when gay was a GOOD word". Nice. And how was YOUR Christmas? LOL. Love ya...Jason

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"Sorry but mussels for Christmas? That's just wrong. Whatever happened to turkey or ham?"


We're Italian.. Antipasto, seafood and manicotti on Christmas eve... We did have ham on Christmas day, along with everything we had the day before. It's a food fest at casa Leo. And for the record, ham kind of sucks. Especially SWEET ham. What is up with that? Why do you think people smother it with apple sauce? Because it sucks, that's why.


"So with a broken back, I go to church again (having also just been the night before for the candlelight service). Church twice in 12 hours."


Twice in 12 hours? So are you cured of your gayness? As you know, God is all around us... he KNOWS you are gay, Jason, and he does not like it.


"Instead, my Dad & Carolyn...who feel so bad...book me a room at the Best Western for the night and send me off with a lovely muscle relaxer in hand."


Only, you, Jay-song, only you. Did you run up a room service bill?


"Each time the word "gay" is mentioned my Dad makes sure to mention "that was from when gay was a GOOD word".


The power of denial is truly amazing.


"LOL"


Glad you can still laugh about it, my sweet... Miss you! Let me know how your New Year's Eve went!
xoxo,
h

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