Like a Bowl Full of Jelly

This is what happens at my house on Christmas.I prepare an obscene amount of food so that I don't have to cook for, like, a week. And this doesn't even include the pies. Or the Godiva chocolates and pumpkin bread that we received as gifts. Or the other box of chocolates or the baklava Jess and I made.

So then what happens is I have a dream that I sit down at a stool at a counter in some store and the clerk comes over and yells at me to get off of it because I'm so large he thinks I'm going to break it. And then I wake up from the dream and get out of bed only to hop on the scale and see that I have gained four pounds. Yeah, that was fun.

Jingle Bells

I've been shopping,
I've been wrapping,
I've been mailing Christmas cards.

I've been writing Christmas letters,
I've been working very hard.

Blaring carols in the van,
Christmas spirit in a can.

I've been baking cookies,
making menus, perusing recipes.

Cleaning house and decorating,
spreading Yuletide glee.

Wait! Hold the phone. This guy has the right idea. Now that's what I'm talkin' about.

Random Ramblings

We went to Minnesota for a few days and, ever since we came home, I have been busy with this and busy with that and have once again neglected le blog. Not having any one thing in mind to write about, I will update on some previous posts.

We were in Minnesota for the 51st Thanksgiving of the Ks and the Hs. There were a record number of people, some forty or so. Some new faces, and a niece and nephew that we don't get to see as often as we would like. It was fun to get to know them and see what neat people they are growing into. One of our boys was absent and greatly missed. He is a United States Marine serving in Iraq. When you are saying your prayers, please include one for Jonathan.










Here is an interesting Thanksgiving guest. Several of them showed up and hung around for awhile. I guess they figured they were safe, since our birds were already cooked. And speaking of turkeys, when we came home, we discovered that the city fathers had changed the sign down the road. Now it looks like this.



As a woman, I think I am offended by this. Are they implying that the tom turkey is nicer to look at than the previous hen turkey, as you zip by the sign? And what I really want to know is why they are spending my tax dollars on a new sign with a designer turkey silhouette when we have local bridges and library roofs caving in.

Moving on to our recent hotel experience whereupon we caused much gnashing of teeth for the hotel clerk and manager because we had impudently made online reservations. They comped us the extra cost and let us stay in The Executive Suite. Guess what charge showed up twice on our bank statement. The cost of the hotel room. We were not surprised. We were not amused.

Last, but by no means least, Bugsy has gone to a better place. One, I'm sure, where he has unlimited access to candy canes. We will miss his beady little eyes.