Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Dad says this will be his last Christmas but we are not alarmed, because he has been saying that for 25 years! LOL

Ho Ho Ho! A Merry Christmas Eve To All!

Brisket of Love . . .

I put a world of hurt on my brisket, rubbing in some extra virgin olive oil and some Brisket of Love . . .

but my brisket runneth over! It was too big. So some went in the oven, the thicker part went in the crock pot.

 

 

With bated breath we are waiting to see how the brisket turns out! It smells sooooo good in here! We'll taste test tomorrow, I predict it will be spectacular . . . because just for extra insurance, I poured a beer in there too! Well, almost a whole beer!

 

 

Peace out and good cheer!

Kathleen A.

Sunday

I love Sundays. At least today I do. I wonder how many people know how good it is to watch Independence Day (or I guess more listen to it than watch), heating pad on lower back, heating cat on belly, pom pom slipper socks on, (be careful whilst walking in them, because of Midge the Pom Pom Queen), while reading "The Long Winter" by Laura Ingalls Wilder, all the while thinking how nice it would be to take a nap soon?

The Saturday night church thing with Dad works out pretty well. Except that Dad thinks that church is on Sunday a.m. and if you set a beautiful, steaming bowl of stew in front of him after Saturday night church, he looks at you like you are bonkers and says . . . "I want pancakes, or waffles, or doughnuts!" LOL  What a hoot.

Dad got a Christmas card from Uncle Jim that he loves. I've caught Dad smiling over it several times. Seems Uncle Jim sent dad some brotherly advice about rooting for Notre Dame, sticking with the White Sox, and voting republican! 

Wind chill -16 tomorrow night! What the heck. I'm so glad the county voted to close the courthouse on Christmas Eve and I do not have to go in to work! Woo hoo!

Cooking brisket again for Christmas. I've decided we are more a brisket family than a prime rib family. I really don't think anyone that knows us would argue about that!

I know it was just a matter of time before Midgie caught herself one of  my pompoms!

Kay :)

It's deja dough all over again!

Cookies 2013!

A fun time had by all!

Thanks Mar!

Do these things ever expire . . .?

Before . . .

. . .

The artists, Lucas, Donna, Mar, Kristi

Civic minded Lucas!

After . . .

Gosh we are good!

Mar and Kristi

Mar and Kristi (with wings! lol)

Happy Birthday Dad!

Happy Birthday Dad!

Dad turned 94 today! He got a letter from a relative who shall remain anonymous (see pic, I don’t want to get Uncle _ _ _in trouble!), with a $20 bill in it. Any family members reading this . . . please don't rat out Uncle _ _ _! Dad was just incredulous. He said, “I can’t remember the last time I had a $20 bill!” He folded it and put it in his pants pocket and kept sort of sliding it out just far enough to make sure it was still there, then tucking it back in and patting his pants pocket and smiling and smiling! It was the cutest damned thing.  Mom said had she known how happy a $20 bill would make him, she would have given him one sooner! LOL

More birthday cards from the family, and Dad keeps saying  “What really puzzles me is how they got this address so fast, when I’ve only been living here two days!!” Mom and I were full of the giggles over that. LOL

I got him a Whitman Sampler for his birthday, he loves his sweets. And he loves to fill those boxes up with “stuff”, like photos, notes, rubber bands, paper clips, all kinds of junk. And I am talking pre-dementia here! Like John says, everybody has to have some way to pass the time . . . :) His name on the Birthday Club on the morning radio show, his favorite “scrimp” for lunch (my dad can’t pronounce shrimp, he says “scrimp”), and his beloved KFC for dinner, and with birthday cake for dessert will make for a very pleasant day for Bernie! 

Dad confided to me  . . . "This will be my last birthday!", and we all laughed, including Dad, because he has been saying that for at least 25 years! LOL  

Bernie, 94 years old.

See, my hearty appetite is genetic! Good cake Mom!

Be a Cat

When the temperature feels like 1 degree, and it is bright and sunny, I think kitties have the right idea . . .