Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
What was the craziest, stupidest, funniest part this year?
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I ordered the taco soup last week at a restaurant we frequent. The meat looked just a little odd. Juls asked if it was ground beef. The waitress said that it was. OK.
Then she came back and said that it was turkey ground beef. Turkey ground beef? Yep, turkey ground beef. Not a problem for me but Juls doesn't eat ground turkey, let alone turkey ground beef. We were hysterical and our waitress never did seem to realize that ground beef cannot be made of turkey. Ground turkey can, but ground beef? Methinks not.
Then tonight, while we were out looking at Christmas lights, we stopped at Mickey D's. I asked for a double cheeseburger and the voice in the box told me that they were out of red meat and that I couldn't have a double cheeseburger. I asked him what my options were and he started the list.
Grilled chicken sandwich
Filet of fish
Excuse me? You are out of red meat but I can have a quarter pounder????
I have occasionally wondered about the source of some restaurant's ingredients but seriously, in the beef capital of the world, I cannot get beef ground beef or a burger made with red meat?
I am afraid. I am very afraid.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
She no longer has ribs showing and is beginning to act like a dog instead of a victim. She is venturing forth from her den and is interacting with the other dogs who are still not sure that she IS a dog. This is actually a good thing since they are not jealous of her and I have told them that she is NOT a squeaky toy.
The vet decided that she was healthy enough now to have her immunizations so all in all, it was a terrific vet visit.
I know all of this because Juls told me. I was in bed puking for the last 3 days...lol.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Today's assignment from Mommy Wizdom is random acts of senseless kindness done in the past week. This week was full of little kindnesses for me. My daughter and I took hot cocoa to the Salvation Army bell ringers while we were out shopping.
We took cookies to our vet's office.
We took cookies to my new denture makers. (new dentures and a new denture maker)
We adopted Charity, our new little chihuahua (who will be going back to the vet today).
We smiled, sang carols (in line at stores) and have generally been spreading the spirit of God's love everywhere we go.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Pregnant grey clouds hang
Temperatures sharply drop
Snowflakes gently drift
The heavens explode
Angels and seraphim sing
Salvation is ours
A young boy’s belief
In the existence of Claus
Cherish and press “pause”
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Moose was the thrower and NOT the intended catchee. The little girl whose teeth were chipped (and they were permanent teeth) has had them repaired (bonded and sealed).
Moose's mom and the little girl's parents are splitting the bill. I understand that it was an accident but the fact remains that if Moose had been in control of his own little self, it would never have happened.
We are hoping that he learns a valuable lesson about personal responsibility and awareness of surroundings and of the consequences his actions have.
Our new official Christmas song is "All I Want for Christmas is Madison's front teeth".
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
A grade school gymnasium during recess. The weather outside is frigid and the kids have been stuck inside all day. Half of the kids are playing dodgeball and the other half are in free-form chaos. A third grader throws a frisbee at another third grader who, contrary to Mom's note, was not sitting out during playtime. Evidently, while dogs have no problem catching frisbees with their mouths, 3rd graders do. Two teeth, one top and one bottom, were chipped.
Who is responsible for the dental bills?
I will let y'all know the actual decisions tomorrow. Thanks in advance for letting me know what you think.
Monday, December 8, 2008
My very favorite Christmas carol is "Happy Birthday". We have always had birthday cake for Baby Jesus as our Christmas dinner dessert since my girls were small. We always sing this song and my oldest daughter always named this as her favorite Christmas carol.
In the 1970s, I was driving past this very Nativity during a rainstorm. My daughter started crying because the baby was getting wet and cold. We stopped and put our new baby's receiving blanket on the baby. It was returned, washed and dried, to my mother by the very nice firemen who watched us. I love small towns. Always have (except when I was high school and couldn't get away with ANYTHING) and always will.
Merry Christmas, y'all.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I was not born in 1941 when this horrendous "day of infamy" occurred but I will not, nor will my family, forget. I had several uncles who served in the military during WWII and all made it home safely. My dad worked in the shipyard at Mare Island in California during that time. It still just breaks my heart to think about that day.
Please pray for the respose of the souls of all of those who died then in the service of their country and for our freedom.
Pearl Harbor - December 7, 1941 - a day that will live in infamy.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I have found a new doctor. I went to see him and told him why I was there, holding nothing back, including my own stupidity. After I told him that my previous doctor had said that it would take about 6 months for all of the medication to leave my system, he cocked his head, looked at me, and asked,
"Did he mention that this might be fatal?"
Uh, no. No, he didn't. I would have remembered that. It turns out that I have basically been walking around because I am just to dang stubborn to lie down and go into that coma!
I am back on my medication. I am grateful to my parents for whatever genes they passed on to me that enable me to survive my own stupidity. I am grateful to my new doctor for not yelling at me. I am grateful to God for the skill he gives my physicians and for the grace he continues to shower upon me. I am grateful to my family for putting up with me through all of this crap and I am grateful to y'all for hanging around.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
The white picket fence seemed apropos for this week's assignment - your worst neighbor per Beyond My Slab.
Here goes: Tell us about your all-time worst Neighbors from Hell. You know, the family of Irish clog dancers who once lived in the flat/apartment above you? Mrs. Nextdoor and her banshee-like multiple orgasms? Mr. and Mrs. Hard-of-Hearing with their television on full blast? The guys across the street who set off 4th of July fireworks starting in March and didn't stop until the first real snowfall?
If I did not live in a small town, I could tell you about our neighbor of 10 years who siphoned our gas, burglarized our house, stole our guns (and my First Communion prayer book and high school ring) and shot our dog. But I do live in a small town so I will share another neighbor from hell story.
When I was 18, I got married. When I was 19, I had my first daughter and my husband and I had the usual discussions re; naming said child. He wanted to name her Stephanie (guess whose name was Steven?) and I refused to because that was his girlfriend-before-me's name. When I was 20, my husband was killed in a car accident and the baby (whose name was NOT Stephanie) and I had to move. I got my very first on my own apartment. Any guess who lived in the apartment next door?