Monday, October 27, 2008

Dinner is Prepared!

(And we helped! Are we having Meatloaf?)

Jen and Bob said we had to take pictures Sunday. Does this count?


This is me after a few Jameson's.























Here's Keith after a horrible accident in the kitchen. The brisket was unharmed.














This is Pidomon, after the Cowboys won but so did everyone else who the Cowboys needed to lose in order to up their rankings.


















No, huh? Well, okay fine then. Here ya go:







We call this proof that Pido is actually an angel despite the cigarette and Budweiser. See the heavenly glow? There you go, proof of the Cowboy Angel.







And this is the two of us with the camera ham in the background. The Boy talked poor Pidomon's ear off, The Girl plugged herself into the computer and the grown ups had a few beers, watched the Cowboys win a game for a change and all of us ate some of Keith's brisket & biscuits and SOME of us had the potatoes, broccoli and cheese, California veggies and corn on the cob. SOME of us had only the brown/beige portions of the meal. ;)

It was great fun to have Pidomon over and I hope my children didn't scare him from coming back again.

(x-posted @ SNC)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

If I Am The Grown Up My Family May Be In Trouble!

Actually that is kind of a joke.

Sheri called me tonight. Michele had a bad day. Not a near death she will be dead soon day just a bad day. Tried to eat a banana and coud not keep it down after a long day at the hospital.

And Michele will have more bad days. I hope for more good than bad but after a year plus of having the equivalent of the Chernobyl meltdown forced into her body guess what? It ain't easy for her.

There are a lot of people in this world dealing with gradations of cancer and how it impacts the person who actually has the disease and how it impacts their family. I'm not alone. And that makes be both sad and hopeful at the same time.

At the end of today my sister is still alive and I will hold her in my heart this evening and when I wake up in the morning and repeat that cycle.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

I'm Glad I Don't Live in

Sean Hannitys America.

Because that's one scary place

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Another Story Of Early Childhood

(It seemed so popular on the last post)

My dog Meggie would follow me every morning to the corner where the bus would pick me up and would be there waiting for me every afternoon when I came home.

She was really Dad's dog but for some reason took a liking to me.

And she was smart but unfortunately for her I was a little behind.

Back in the middle 1960's we had screen doors. Occasionally at dinner Meggie would be outside while we ate.

When she was we would hear someone politely knock on the screen door.

And I would get up, go to the door, and say "there is no one here" and Meggie would look at me like "HEY IDIOT I loves ya but let me inside!"

And I would walk back to the table leaving Meggie to wonder why she loved me so much

But she never stopped taking me to the bus stop and greeting me when I came home