Thursday, December 3, 2009

I WILL go to that Christmas Party!! I WILL!!

Here is a picture of Morgan and I right before going to his yearly work Christmas Party. Don't we look so festive in our red and green???!!! Now, I will tell you a little bedtime story that goes along with this picture...
Once upon a time there was a wonderful couple, let's call them Borgan and Trista, that wanted so despirately to go to an upcoming work Christmas Party. Let's say they were Royalty, King Borgan and the fair Queen Trista. Well, Trista had just had a surgery (what a coinscidence, huh??!!), and she wasn't feeling great, but she wanted to go to the party so she rested all day and got dressed up at 6pm to go to the party with the wonderful King, Borgan. They decided to leave the kingdom in the hands of the fair Lassidy while they left for an hour sebaticol. They knew that the trolls would be hard for Lassidy to handle, but Lassidy was becoming a very good troll-tamer. All except for the most fierce and wild troll, Dill, who was not to be tamed as of yet. So Borgan and Trista decided to take Dill to the party, so they could keep a close eye on him and make sure he didn't cast any evil spells on anyone, like the evil, "poop his own pants" spell or the infamous, "Dump everything on the floor" spell.
Well, Borgan and Trista and the troll, Dill, arrived late to the party because they took their royal time getting ready and they also wanted to make a royal entrance. They had let their chauffer take the night off so they parked their royal chariot at the bottom of the hill closest to the party. There were many other royal people there and there were many chariots there and they had to almost park in another kingdom because of all the royal chariots. Since they had to park far away, they had to walk aways to get to the royal party. As they were walking, something happened--- Queen Trista had worn her glass slippers to the party and sometimes they weren't the most reliable shoes for long distances. As Trista was taking a step, she hit a pit in the road (probably placed there by an evil sorcerer), and she fell hard, right on her royal chest! Well, it just so happened that she had just had surgery on her royal chest and so this fall caused much pain to her highness. Her dear husband, King Borgan was beside himself with grief, trying to help his beloved and offering to take her back to her own kingdom where she would be safe again. (All the while, the troll, Dill, walked in circles casting evil curses on unsuspecting shrubs and boulders). When Queen Trista finally made it to her feet, King Borgan was ready to take her back to her kingdom, but Queen Trista said, "We have made it this far. We ARE GOING TO A ROYAL PARTY TONIGHT!!!" And King Borgan took her arm with admiration filling his eyes, and he helped his royal highness to the party and they enjoyed a wonderful (if not a little bit painful), evening together as King and Queen (and troll). And everyone lived happily ever after thanks to pain meds and comfy recliners!! The End!!

9 comments:

Kim Betts said...

All I can say is....OUTCH!!! Glad you got to go to the party though. :)

Grama Karen and Papa Lund said...

THIS IS N O T A FAIRY TALE --- although some of the Brother's Grimm stories were rather grimm themselves.

Glad all ended well with the recliner and pills. Life is not smooth, but sometimes Our Father calms the storms, and sometimes he allows the storms to rage and calms His children. (from Elder Groberg's book).
Looking forward to our next visit.

annebabe said...

I actually gasped outloud when I read about queen Trista's fall! OH NO!!! I can't believe she still went to the party, she is undaunted. Glad the wild troll Dill didn't cast the pooping pants spell, that's a guaranteed royal party killer. :)

ps- how are you still so cute/clever/creative? I would be a royal mess!

Erin said...

I cringed! Owie!
By the way... Dustin and I used to tell stories about ourselves just like that... we were 'Justin and Karen.'

Becky Rogers said...

Good story telling...sorry you fell. Just so you know,I fall all the time if it makes you feel better:)

Lindsi said...

You are quite the story teller, your kids are very lucky to have you. What a great way to make a good memory out of something that probably wasn't too great at all. And I do love your determination:)

Dana and Tiff said...

Chris....you are such an amazing woman...You are my HERO!! Don't you ever forget that!! Love ya!

The Davenports said...

Christa, I sure admire your humor. :) I love your blog and feel it should be published into a book someday, cuz your little posts are so uplifting while reporting such horrific things. I think we all have soemthing to learn from you. :) Today Morgan's testimony at church was amazing and hearing this story from his view was sure different than yours. :) I love you guys and think you're just amazing! Oh, and you looked beautiful that night, so it makes up for the pain, right??

Anonymous said...

Wow Christa, your fable sure enlightened the situation. Morgan's testimony had everyone in tears. With all that your going through, I can imagine Morgan watching you sleep at night like Edward and Bella. He adores you. You are a beautiful family. I love the festive picture of you two. I'm happy that you made it out but sure sounds painful.
Love ya,
Penny