Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Dem island lookin' good dis mornin'.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
I was editing that newspaper at the time. I didn't do that very long. My nerves.
I found this photo in a box a day or two ago. In '88 I was 31. Must have graduated from SMU in Dec '87, then.
Those gray pants are Liz Claiborne. I picked them up at Ross for $20, and wore them until the cuffs were completely ragged. I loved those pants.
Yeppers, I still have that sweater.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
"Some a**h**e up here wanted a White Christmas, so we've been without power for three days. We had eight inches of snow."
Now's time to kick ass and take names later.
Do an Advance Directive.
Althouse went off the rails here, and I have no further use for her.
That's all. It was horrible. He overrode the life support system. We hadn't done an advance directive when he went into the hospital. We didn't think it was that much.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Hell, yes, honey. It burns.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
(Yeah! Mr. C)
Candlesticks from Primitives, about $13 for both of them.
Wallhanging from the Christian Market In Jerusalem.
UPDATE: I spent less money on Christmas this year than I used to spend on the boys' stockings, and I'm happier for it.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Lana said, "You look like Santa Claus."
He said, "Ho, ho, ho."
She said, "You're calling me names now?"
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Do you understand?
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
It was a lavish production with a 23-piece orchestra, 70 very capable voices in the choir, and wonderfully done set and costumes. The staging and readings were better than good.
However, I found that modern Christmas music puts me off. I'm flat-out reactionary when it comes to Christmas music -- the older, the better.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Son of a bitch.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
I saw the original in 1993. Off-Broadway, in Natchez. Very well done..
With the holidays upon us I would like to share a personal experience with my friends about drinking and driving.
As you may know some of us have been known to have brushes with the authorities from time to time on the way home after a "social session" out with friends. Well two days ago I was out for an evening with friends and had several cocktails followed by some rather nice red wine. Feeling jolly I still had the sense to know that I may be slightly over the limit. That’s when I did something that I've never done before - I took a cab home.
Sure enough on the way home there was a police road block but since it was a cab they waved it past. I arrived home safely without incident. This was a real surprise as I had never driven a cab before, I don't know where I got it and now that it's in my garage I don't know what to do with it.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
(Yeah, him again. Thanks, Mr. Crider.)
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
That's a political statement.
UPDATE: Jordana, I'm sending a zinnia.
Now that pendant was $24, but it was a needful thing. It will go right well with my black cowgirl boots and Armani jacket.
That's black cord at 39 cents a yard. Four barrel clasps are $1.19.
When the last teardrop falls, make jewelry.
I found this pendant at Craft City for $4.99. The leather and clasp probably cost $1.
All it took was a pair of needlenose pliers. I had those, already.
It looks like Murano glass, but it's Chinese.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
From the left, cousin Roger, cousin Sherry, cousin Sharon across the table, back to Sherry's granddaughter, across to Sherry's husband.I sat beside Sherry's husband, my brother Bill was to my left, the smiling blonde woman is his wife, the red-head is my sister, and that's her husband sitting to her right. My brother Charles arrived a little late, and sat to the left of Sherry's husband. The man with his back to us is Sharon's husband, showing off their beautiful new granddaughter.
There on the left is my cousin Richard, 56.
That man is so handsome it makes me sorry we don't come from Alabama.
It's really embarrassing to get caught talking pictures of yourself for whatever reason.
I spent the weekend with my sister and her recently wed (though long familiar) husband in Texas.
We attended a large family Christmas party given by my Uncle Dick and his wife Ruth, the youngest and last living sibling on my father's side of the family.
I'm calling this the great Christmas festivity this year. I had a lovely time all weekend long.