Supper Was

Pizza.

And I am still thankful that it did not taste like turkey.
(In case you hadn't guessed, I'm not a big fan of turkey.
It probably has something to do with mom sticking turkey drumsticks in a crockpot and stewing them until even the bones were soft.  We didn't starve, but it wasn't fun or tasty either.
Crockpots are not big on my list of favorite appliances either.)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Don't know about you, but I am turkey'd out.

It is the curse of having divorced parents.

In order to have peace on our corner of the earth,

holiday celebrations are kept separate whenever possible.

So, Tuesday evening was dinner with dad & his lady.

Wednesday was leftovers.

Today was dinner with mom and stepfather at a nice restaurant with an all you could possibly try to eat buffet.

It was a truly interesting turkey filled marathon when hubby's folks were still alive and residing in the area as well.

I am thankful for so many things;

they would be very difficult to list.

For today though, I am thankful that mom didn't pitch a fit when we did not get her any desert at the restaurant.

I am thankful for the occasional funniness of Alzheimers.

Mom and I had a bit of a laugh at stepfather at lunch today.

He thinks he only went back for seconds, but we know he had three platefuls of turkey and sides, followed by three trips to the desert table as well.  Mom is a really slow eater, and he is really skinny so it doesn't matter if he just keeps eating until she finishes.  In that regard, they are made for each other.

Most of all I am thankful that we will NOT be eating turkey tomorrow!

Canine Existentialism

(A guest appearance from the neighbor dog Benelli or Nellie for short)

I bark and sing along with fire trucks,

because I can.

I wag,

because I'm happy,

I guess.

Why was I wagging again?

Yes, I'm blond and I don't care if you think I'm dumb,

because I'm cute and stinky too.

Is that a green bean in your hand?

Mmm I love those!

I itch,

therefore dad must scratch my head.

Dad please protect me from mom,

she has the ear cleaning solution out again!

I barf in inconvenient places,

because it's not like I can plan these things.

I use dad's lap as a pillow,

 because on his days off work he needs to sit and rest until I decide he's done.

 I sleep on your bed,

when you're not using it and it is oh so comfy.

Only in Wisconsin

will you find Polka, Polka, Polka as one of the longest running Sunday morning TV shows.  The Polka must have been invented by a naughty man.  Who else would invent a dance that involves quickly and repeatedly hopping from one foot to the other, all while being in close proximity to a lady whose girls are working on a serious case of harmonic oscillation that could be just as destructive to her brassiere as winds were to the Takoma narrows bridge?

Only in Wisconsin
will you find people not being utterly shocked and calling the police when folks drive their pickup trucks and SUV's with blood dripping from the bumpers the week of Thanksgiving.  It is gun deer season again after all.  Unfortunately hubby was not among the lucky hunters yesterday on opening day, but he has a few more days to hunt.  Hopefully, all the deer have not run and hidden in the swamp yet.

Only in Wisconsin
will you find the streets devoid of traffic when the Packer game is on TV.  Go Pack Go!

Winter Traditons

Even our pets have some.  With the frigid weather comes the need to turn on the pellet stove.  Once the temperatures drop below 20 deg. F, we have to open the stairwell door to the downstairs to let the heat up and put Chloe on the tabasco flavored leash so that she can't go downstairs and annihilate the cat.  Of course that doesn't stop the cat from playing a little game of cat and dog.  Tigger the cat seems to know when Chloe is napping, and she sneaks up the stairs when I fix supper and begs for meat scraps.

 On alert, is that mean doggy still sleeping?

Why yes, she is.
When Chloe awoke from her nap, she smelled that her space had been invaded.  She paced around and sat guarding the stairwell the rest of the evening.

Farewell Ma-in-Law

From your beginnings - way back when in the great snowy north.

To your persistence in having to graduate from two nursing schools, just because the first one didn't offer a Bachelor of Science degree.

To marrying Bruce and having some children,

perhaps in quicker succession than originally intended.

You were the glue that held it all together.

Once the children finally left home,

you and Bruce ran away down south so that you wouldn't have to shovel snow anymore.

We enjoyed your visits, when you ventured north occasionally.

Your diagnosis with alzheimer's disease was heartbreaking.

Thankfully, you were spared the worst of it.

We love you and you will be missed.

Judy

1934-2014

Chilly?

"Ma, it's cold in here.

Can you put some of my hair back on?

This is about as tight as I can curl, but it isn't working.

Could you tuck me in please?"

Halloween recap

We had our first hard freeze last night.

The wind was blowing a stiff gale from the north.

In spite of that the trick-or-treaters were out in force

gathering sweets to sustain them through the cold, cold night.

The evening began with a very large bowl full to the brim.

It ended with only two handfuls left.