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I loved the cake story! Feel free to bake me a cake anytime. I gave everyone in my family "cool" nicknames as a kid. My uncle Larry & Barry became Hairy & Scary, Lisa - Pizza, Julie - Poodle, Brandon - Brando, Heather - Heat and so on. Most of them have stuck and to this day we tease each other about them. Of course pay back was the nickname they chose for me. Kisses, LA Kisses, LA   
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The servers and I are laughing at your story (don't worry, I didn't let them see the site  ). Thanks for brightening my day!!  Ur.Grrl.CC 
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those are great traditions. my brother and I alternate giving each other some ridiculous, small, plastic,wind up robot every christmas. we've been doing it for almost 15 years now. the trick is to find where the last one left it at our parents house.
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That's very good. I always knew there was something intellectual and funny to go along with the booty. We didn't have any odd things in my house except annoying my Mom, which we continue to this day. When she took a nap we'd pile things around her -- like chairs, boxes, lamps, whatever, and when she woke up she was in a little household fort. Once when I saw her car downtown I left an unsigned note on her windshield that said "I'm in the trunk of your car". Then I hid and waited. She called the police to have them check it. I owned up to that one after the statute of limitations ran out.
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My Christmas tradition that comes from my Mom...I save different kinds of boxes throughout the year to wrap presents in...shoe boxes, pizza pops boxes, chicken breast boxes etc. but they have to be clean. This way when they rip the wrap off they dont what they received! My in laws are still not used to this after 17years! They look at me kinda strange and say a polite thanks and then I have to tell them open it up and see whats inside ya goof. The second thing is my Dad ALWAYS knows what he receives by holding the box/package and guessing. He never fails to guess correct. So then I started buying him a 'joke' present, some useless little widget or a spoon, fork, a dishcloth, something in the $5-10 range. Or putting in macaroni or bells, something to throw off the sound the present would give, to disguise it more. I still continue this with my daughter and my brother's 2 sons. We laugh like crazy!
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Traditions are amazing...We have a tradition at our house. When my sons were younger I would hide their best Christmas present and then give them clues where to find it. The clues are written down and one leads to the next clue etc. We still do it. Even now that they are both married and of course we have included their spouses. At my son's wedding two weeks ago his new bride thanked me for adding a wonderful tradition to her Christmas...she says she looks forward to it every year and hopes I will always do it for her. Wow...that was nice...in front of 200 people yet! And I would cherish and love it if you made me a birthday cake...or better yet, was hiding inside my birthday cake and popped out... 
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My siblings and I don't get together much these days. We are separated by age (six years between my brother and I... another seven years to one sister and another 18 months to the oldest sister). Are four unique personalities and have grown apart as we have aged. I can have a good time with them for a time... but after a while they can get on my nerves. On a brighter note... you can bake me a cake anytime you want! I would look forward to what you put on it in writing. You can visit my blog here FreddiesFling!
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Does having more drama than the season finale of Desperate Housewives for a week leading up to any family holiday count? In which case yes. As a testament to my baking skills, it'd probably be safer if you baked the cake, I'd stand a better chance of making it to another birthday. I can cook, not bake. Take it easy, guns are cold. Take it easy, guns are cold. 
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When we were kids - I was 11 and my brother 8, I threw a pitch fork at him. I missed him by 10 feet or more. He called the police. As adults now, he became a cop. Now once every 2 years a policeman stops me and gives me a ticket for something. Or he arrests me for not paying the last ticket that I have a warrent out for and did not pay.
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My middle sister has a tradition at Christmas to buy a different board game so we can play after lunch on Christmas Day. There's usually 6-8 at the table but we all have to play no matter how bad the game is!
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Oh, there's a variety of little traditions, and depending on whether we're talking about the maternal or paternal side allows for the complexity and embellishment. There's the requisite pink flamingos that migrate through the family...not sure what the criteria really is on those, where it started or if it will ever end (although one flamingo needs serious help...his wing is held on with duct tape and baling wire). Then there's Uncle *******, who also zings someone; one year he gave an Aunt (not his wife, but her sister) an 11 lb bass. A fresh, whole, dripping wet, slimy 11 pound bass. Something about beware of Greeks and gifts... Yes, I would love a cake...no matter how snarky, irrelevant, or irrevrent the inscription might be...it would be that you baked a cake for me that would touch me. I remember once I baked a cake for a dear one; but at the last second, I added food coloring to the batter and icing, coloring it in the school colors of her despised rival school.  And I STILL got the traditional birthday present from her that night...once we quit laughing about it.
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Sure I trust you to bake me a birthday cake. I'm curious what you would right on it actually.  We don't have many traditions these days. The traditions kind of went away with the grand parents and great grand parents. It's really kind of sad. Now about all we do is get together on holidays or close to them with no real ritual. I love my family but at the same time I get sick of them now and then. Especially my brother and his hissy fits.
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The daughter once got up in the night, fell down the stairs and busted out her lip which required a midnight run to the ER. While there, she complained LOUDLY to the doctor that it wouldnt have happened if there had been a night light on the stairs. Now this was the time when Barney the Purple Dinosaur was popular... and she HATED him. That year, she got a beautifully wrapped box with this outrageous bow. Thinking this was the best gift EVER...she tore into it. You guessed it... a Barney Nightlight. She sat there staring at it and finally raised her head. With the straightest face possible said "You will live to regret this." And I have, on many occasions. Since that time, the Barney nightlight has been given every Christmas to the family member who has pulled the biggest boner for the preceding 12 months. I have received it for breaking my toe by dropping a bowling ball on it, and backing into a tree as well as many other things.  "You've seen my descent, Now watch my rising!" - Rumi Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are forged from it - Michele K.
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the inlaws have a horrible tradition of horrible clay lions that they stash around each others houses. places like the freezer and the darkest corner of the attic are one of them.
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One Christmas one of my sisters and I exchanged two boxes that were the same shape, weight and both rattled. The unwrapping revealed that we had purchased identical Jelly Belly gift boxes to give each other. We now do this every Christmas. Another sister and I have a (now ratty) gift bag that we've been swapping year after year for over decade. Every year it looks like it's ready to spontaneously burst into flames, it's that old. But ever Christmas whomever is the giver slaps a little more tape or glue on the bag and the Ghost if Wrapping Past live on.
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