A Sorry State Of Affairs

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I’m working from home this afternoon. I actually came home to look for software that I need to load onto my computer in order do some work. Well in the midst of Christmas and my perpetual inclination to procrastinate, I placed the disc on my counter and decided to come back and revisit this project at a later time. Then we decorated for Christmas, had a couple parties, threw some homework on it, ate some meals around it and now, it’s lost in the twilight zone. This is a frustrating, sorry state of affairs.

As I was looking, I realized that the house is in this strange state between Christmas and The-Cold-Dark-Period after Christmas.

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The husband started taking down the Christmas tree but didn’t have time to finish it before a trip. I said, “I’ll finish it for you.” And there it stands, pathetically naked with its top off.

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I looked at the tables full of ornaments and realized how many pretty ones there are. Especially of airplanes.

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All the pretty, pretty, sparkly, jewels that now have my attention and keeping me from finding the disc.

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Here’s an old one we’ve had for years. It’s some kind of vintage airplane.

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And back there behind the Eiffel Tower is a B-52, I think. I’m not an aviation expert, I just live with one. Too bad he’s not here right now, he always finds things a lot quicker than I do. Maybe it’s because he actually looks and doesn’t get distracted as easily as you know who.

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Last one…here is my collection of little German people that I said I would post once a day in December but didn’t. I guess I really do procrastinate.

I really have to find that disc. Good-bye.

AAAaaachie!

I spent all day at our church on Christmas Eve. All day.

We had a hilarious Christmas skit this year. It was based on the tv sitcom “All in the Family”.

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I was transformed into a child of the 70’s again.

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You got Meathead and the Magi. Yup.

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Our church as a reputation for edgy, cutting edge, pushing the edge Christmas pageants.

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Our drama ministry is called “The Edge”. Ha. People find it funny and entertaining and touching all at once.

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My favorite character is Miss Beth here doing a killer Edith Bunker. I am totally missing the acting gene. I can’t even pretend to feel well if I don’t. I wear my feelings on my sleeve and I process situations openly. And sometimes, I’ll say things that are just a little too honest. I am also missing the diplomacy gene. It’s a curse.

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I love this picture of Elder Gary with a cigar in his mouth and the children’s choir behind him. He (Archie) reminds me a lot of my Uncle Jim who I adored as a child. It was only after he passed away and I became an adult that I realized his world view was Archie-like. He was a product of his time and environment and I still love him even so.

I hope your Christmas was truly a time of peace and joy.

Silent Night

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Silent night…

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Holy night…

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All is calm…all is bright…

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Have a wonderful, blessed Christmas.

Desperate Housewives, December Edition

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Nothing gets me in the holiday spirit more than a good game of bunco.

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And all the goodies you can eat.

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Neighbor Kay has the most beautiful home. I think this will be House and Garden week on Life Signatures.

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Neighbor Kay thought of everything, right down to the Christmas cactus.

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We also love the Christmas wine.

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Not even Boone can look ridiculous in a pink boa.

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When are you leaving my house? I want to take this off, pink’s not my color.

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Please don’t put anything else on me. You can leave now…really.

2008 Family Christmas Letter

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Okay, so where do I start? Well, maybe “Hello” and “Merry Christmas” would be a good start, huh? Yes, we’re deep into the Christmas season since Christmas is this week and I’m just now writing the annual Christmas letter. So I’m a little late, take me to court! Inside joke.

I don’t remember much about the first half of 2008. There’s no record or archives, so it must not have happened. To me, the time just “flew”, airline humor.

I do remember June. Father’s Day is in June. I remember that ’cause the wonderful, gorgeous, wife bought me, drum roll please,….A BOAT! Finally! Yes, she is fantastic! And for all you other ladies out there, she really raised the bar for you next year. ;-) The boat is awesome and we had a great time pulling the kids and their friends and fishing on the river and out in the bay.

So, we’re into summer…the wife’s birthday is in the summer and I reciprocated by giving her a camera. Whoa, baby, talk about changes around here! She loved it. She started snapping pictures of everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, to the point of getting in trouble, sometimes big trouble. The kids think their mother is some law breaking, trespassing, pushing the limit risk-taker. So, this creative deformity in her just exploded and she started blogging! Now she’s sharing with the world what our family always knew, she’s got this crazy sarcastic sense of humor. Did I tell you things changed around here? Well, they did. She started documenting everything we do around the house – everything. It’s like our family Wikipedia.

So, anyway, the kids are doing great. (The boy) is playing the guitar and loves NASCAR, (the girl) is riding and jumping horses, and the pets are sleeping. We went to New Orleans (that was before the camera so that didn’t happen). Then we went to Cleveland. You can just read EVERY post that she has written by clicking on the “Previous Entries” at the bottom of each page until you get to the very beginning when are lives were not totally exposed on the world wide web. So enjoy.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone out there. May God bless each and every one of you. And a special shout out goes out to you guys and gals out there who are serving in the military. We know who you are, what you do and the sacrifices involved. Come home safe.

And bookmark this, so you can keep up with us…and leave comments, she loves comments.

TJ, (aka “the husband“)

December PP, Dec 19

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Why hello handsome, take me to lunch?

And shopping?

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The husband takes me Christmas shopping and as we were wandering around, we came across one of my very very very favorite stores, Anthropologie. I didn’t even know it was there!

For those of you who know me well, know I have a weakness, or perhaps a fetish for plates, china, and pottery. It’s bad…sometimes I can’t control myself. I have – ahem – a lot of plates.  I hope to find this little plate under my tree.

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I snap two pictures when the saleslady comes over and says, “Sorry no pictures.” I said, “But it’s so pretty!”

Well here we go again. What is it with people and cameras? I’m just taking pictures of plates, of all things.

We had lunch at PF Chang’s.

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It’s a picture of the horse’s butt…well now…

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Hey you! Why you takin’ a picture of my butt (point of buttocks in equestrian terms)?

At least he had a legitimate complaint.

Don’t Eat Me!

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Once upon a time a little old woman and a little old man lived in a cottage. One day the little old woman made a gingerbread man. She gave him currants for eyes and cherries for buttons. She put him in the oven to bake.

I’m not sure if she put a bathing suit top and lipstick on him or not.

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This display was at the mall in Binghamton NY. The theme was, obviously, how creative can you be with a cut-out gingerbread man.

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It’s opposite day. This is called “Man as Gingerbread”. Really creative.

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This one was done by a famous B.C cartoonist Johnny Hart’s son or grandson, I can’t remember. Johnny Hart died while working at his storyboard…a romantic way to die, if one can die romantically. Wait, Tony in West Side Story died romantically, in the arms of Maria…sigh.

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I love this one. It’s my favorite. It’s called “Jimmy Ginger” and it’s an ode to the fine art of photography. Gingerbread man is photographed at various places, doing various things and collaged onto himself. Cool. I love the pink tongue.

It’s nice to see creativity at it’s best without making mockery of or demeaning the Christmas holiday. ‘Tis the season for bashing Christianity it seems…too bad. We could use a little more civility and tolerance in this season, yes?

Murder High At Smithville On Christmas

I know the title doesn’t make any sense.

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This is the happiest dead man I’ve ever seen. Steve Spielson, the most hated man at the reunion, bites the dust.

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What’s worse is the way he died…yikes.

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The stud is back, did he kill Steve Spielson? Or is he too cool?

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Could it be the punk? the prom king? or Nick Nixon, the class president and still running for something or other?

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Perhaps the jock did it. The guy still can’t get over his glory days in high school, he’s still carrying around his trophy.

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Perhaps it’s the marching band leader Danny Drums. I can’t decide if the drum major is nerdy or cool…I guess he’s cool, he’s suppose to have all these leadership skills right?

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It’s the pom pom girl, telling secrets to the class newspaper reporter.

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We all hated the pretty popular girl in high school didn’t we? Look, she’s so stuck up, she won’t turn around and talk to us. Snob.

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My name was Bobbie Bright,  the class valedictorian, the smart one, the one most likely to succeed, the Harvard Law School graduate who really just got a mail order diploma from Pace University. Could I have killed Steve Speilson? Probably not, he pays the girl $10/hr to babysit, I’d be offing the hand that feeds us.

Neighbor Susan was the cheerleader (Rah Rah shish boom bah) who was going out with the jock. I’m sure we wouldn’t have been friends in high school.

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Bailey Babble and The Punk were in contention for the best dressed,

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but the Drama Queen award went to Nick Nixon who is constantly running for some kind of office.

Who killed Steve Spielson? Well, it was Molly Ringworm who I don’t have a picture of! Shoot!

Well, someone will die next year again, can’t wait. I did spend two days cooking for this party so perhaps I’ll need a year to recuperate.

Merry Christmas.

Praise ‘N Thunder – The Boy

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Last week, while trolling for a good photo subject, I took pictures of the boy taking his guitar lesson from Music Man Nick.

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I startled them through the window and they laughed at my audacity.

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The boy then began to tell Music Man Nick about my unfortunate incident with a homeless man and my camera.

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The reaction from Nick was pretty different from the jocularity of the moment before.

Last Saturday the boy went to the same Praise ‘N Thunder event that I went to a couple of months ago. I did not go with him. I had to do some great soul searching and decided that if he wanted to go, and he did, I would give him the freedom to serve the homeless without the interference of his over-protective mom. The fact that he is much more cautious and smarter than his mom gave me some comfort. This season can become so commercial that giving our kids the opportunity to give of themselves and learn about the unfortunate plight of others is a gift in itself.

As I left him, I fought the urge to go back and embarrass him in front of his friends and say, “You’re not going. You’re going to stay warm and safe with me. I don’t want anything to happen to you, you’re my first born, my son, my heart, so come back home with me and play Yahtzee and eat cookies.”

But I didn’t. I kept driving and prayed that God would protect him and almost crashed into the car in front of me because of the tears in my eyes.

When I picked up the boy and his friend after the event, I heard things like, “That was cool.” “It was an enriching experience.” “It was neat.”

And they named the homeless people they met by name. They told the people they met they would be back next month. It was an experience I know they will never forget. It was a lesson for me too. A lesson in trust and letting go.

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The story prompted Music Man Nick to put this sign up in the window. I’m sorry but the sign doesn’t pertain to moms.

December Photo Proj, Dec 8

It’s December 8 and I have only posted 4 project photos, so I have a solid C average for this project.

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Here’s one I took today,

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Here’s one I took last Sunday. It was 14 degrees outside, 24 degrees inside. The girls took it much better than I did.

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Here’s one I took last Saturday. Every year we look forward to someone dying at our murder mystery Christmas party. Weird I know.

Now I’m caught up!

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