Friday, December 31, 2010
HAPPY MEW YEAR !
Hugs and Headbutts to all of our kitteh and goggie friends out in the bloggysphere and of course their human servants. We hope that you all have sparkly clean ( water) and all the treats that you deserve. May your litter be scooped , your blankeys fluffy and your Mommy and Daddy never more than a yowl away.
Munchkin, Xena , Boshi, Loki, Andy and Gracie Marie.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
I hate it when the powers that be all converge upon mah little head and decide to F with my PC at teh office..no not the Dark Loed of the Underworld and my BFF TE, just another case of the whims of the Olympians playing with mah head..whuich now hurts,.....
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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Go to Mr. Linky here for the complete poem.
Fall over laughing.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Go to :
Look at the blog entry for December 16, 2010.
I am a HUGE fan of the author and Nicole has a step by step illustrated guide on how to make rosettes...go there...go there now.
I haven't made them for years..but it's like making 7 layer bars...I've made them for so long that I just know how to do it...some folks are less enthusiastic when it comes to frying which is fine...'
Nicole makes it fun to learn. Her blog is beautiful and like Miss Ree's Tasty Kitchen, it is one I read every day and follow.
Rosette irons are easy to find specially during the holidays..it's one of those weird gifts that people either have because it is a family/traditional Scandinavian baked good or they have been given one....like a fondue pot.
Try them...it's fun and they are to die for.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
No , I don't mean weird shit like Great Aunt Elna's fruitcake...don't ask.
Holiday weirdness , that special time of the year that generally makes Ol Pol here cringe and then think of bourbon with fond memory ..having moved on to Vodka and Cranberry juice..hey ..it's healthy ! Don't judge.
Bear in mind that you could for all practical purposes put what I know about kids in the eye of a needle and still have room for a full size sleeper sofa,
Cooking , I know.
Baking , I know.
Gardening , I know.
RPG's and being a GM , I know.
Kids...not so much.
That being said, of course I am going to ask beloved nephew and his wife what to get the Princess for Christmas.
Jeans....jeans with both a button fly and elastic in the back at the waistband because this child is the only one in our family who has NO ASS at all and has to hike her drawers more often than not.
Drawers = pants/jeans for you Yankees out there.
So there I am at the Mall at 6:50 pm.
At J.C. Pennys.
The first bit of weirdness is that we get a parking space fairly close to the entrance..but again it is early so I figure I have hit that spot in time where it's really enough that the folks haven't hit the mall just yet..SU says that since I don't need his expert opinion, he's just as happy to wait in the car with his buddy Sirius radio.
Coupons in hand ( hey...I'm a pro at this ) ..off I go to peruse the land of size 5T. Granted, even I know that this is at the top end of the scale for this size bracket so of course , like the perfect bra size..36C..mixed metaphor much (?) ..off I go to find the specifics that she will need. Then I realize that her birthday is also in 3 weeks so I'd better get something birthday-ish while I am there.
Little girls clothes...is there anything cuter ?
Okay Pol..calm down...be reasonable.
Off to find the register..yep...just look for the line.
Sunovabitch...they actually have more than one cashier there...and they are pleasant...and helpful...WOW !
As I navigate my way towards catalog to pick up some boxes it hits me just how bad the economy is....very few people are shopping...folks that are working retail even are grateful to have jobs at all.....
I hope that things turn around for all of us and that the economy picks up because while I am the first gal in line for a sale, coupon in hand...part of me misses the hustle and bustle that immediately sets my teeth on edge as I consider the trek to the mall at Christmas...
And that my friends is pretty damn weird...even for me.
Have a great week.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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Yes, this is the graphic I have used before when I talked about the situation with his late Mother and don't panic..nothing bad to report here.
And I'm just kinda tapped out on the " Monday , John Barrowman " thingy right now, I need new stuff....anyhoo.
Today is Pop's 82 birthday so SU , being SU took the day off to spend with his Dad. The first thing you have to know is that they are the proverbial two peas in a pod..for all the good and bad that that can be. I do not know if I have ever met two more mule headed men...ever. Looks, attitudes , mannerisms..you get my drift.
SU has always rebelled against this idea. He is the wild child in the family..the hippy..tell him to go right, his usual response is a hearty " F You...I'm hookin a left. His younger sister was always the responsible one, the go to one...the good one..and the more this was shown or implied the more he rebelled. I have made known to my husband at various, vociferous times how much this pisses/pissed me off but him being him either shrugged it off or internalized it all. It seems men do that.,it was the role he was cast in.
For the greater part of our marriage, his mother had dealt with cancer, heart issues, brittle bones, a colostomy and a myriad of other lesser issues. It was what it was. For the last few years as we both watched the final act, I actively encouraged him to spend as much time on the weekends as I could with them .
Yesterday he went to his parents church and did the holiday ( Thanksgiving cafeteria food ) dinner bit.
Today he took the day off and spent the day, just him and his dad playing golf and hanging out.
And it was one of the best days of his life if you asked him.
The pressure and the guilt and the obligation of being a child watching a parent cope with the shit was gone.
It's been six months and they are both in their own way moving on and making a new path for themselves.
It was a good day.