Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 26, 2008
I Got a Harley for Christmas!
Well, sort of. Here's proof that my wife does have a sense of humor, and that she listens a little too much to what I say. We were Christmas shopping one day and I saw the little Harley. I waved it at her to get her attention and told her that I always wanted a Harley. Guess what she went and done? Yep, you guessed it.
It really is a Harley. A 2002 Super Glide...
...Just 1:18 scale. With it sitting on the seat to my GT bicycle you get an idea of the scale.
An even better idea of my little Harley's lack of size is when Buddy, the Wondermutt sits down for a look. He positively dwarfs the thing.
I did get some very nice things for Christmas, but the one thing I'm most pleased with is a book called, The White Book.
I'm a huge fan of the Beatles and have always regarded them as the greatest Rock and Roll band in the world. This book, on pages 100-101 validates my long held belief. The author writes, "If you ever want to find out just how good the Beatles were as a single unit, a live, four-piece rock-and-roll band, just listen to the live recordings of the concert on the roof that day." The author is referring to the now famous concert on the roof of the Apple building on January 30, 1969.
I got a lot of other nice things too: a hooded pullover from my old high school, another book, the Dark Knight, the two Underworld movies, and some Steeler shirts and a new hat. By the way, the shirt that says 'Beating Cleveland.' On the back it reads, 'So simple a caveman can do it.'
Yes, Christmas was berry, berry good to me. Merry Christmas everyone!
It really is a Harley. A 2002 Super Glide...
...Just 1:18 scale. With it sitting on the seat to my GT bicycle you get an idea of the scale.
An even better idea of my little Harley's lack of size is when Buddy, the Wondermutt sits down for a look. He positively dwarfs the thing.
I did get some very nice things for Christmas, but the one thing I'm most pleased with is a book called, The White Book.
I'm a huge fan of the Beatles and have always regarded them as the greatest Rock and Roll band in the world. This book, on pages 100-101 validates my long held belief. The author writes, "If you ever want to find out just how good the Beatles were as a single unit, a live, four-piece rock-and-roll band, just listen to the live recordings of the concert on the roof that day." The author is referring to the now famous concert on the roof of the Apple building on January 30, 1969.
I got a lot of other nice things too: a hooded pullover from my old high school, another book, the Dark Knight, the two Underworld movies, and some Steeler shirts and a new hat. By the way, the shirt that says 'Beating Cleveland.' On the back it reads, 'So simple a caveman can do it.'
Yes, Christmas was berry, berry good to me. Merry Christmas everyone!
Friday, December 28, 2007
A Most Excellent Christmas
We had a great Christmas this year..well, they all are, but on a scale of 1 to 10, this one was a 13. For a lot of reasons. First, we had a beautiful tree. Goody Two Shoes really outdid herself this year. I help, but she does most of the work. The only sad part was that Skippy couldn't come home this year. It was the one deppressing moment in what was a wonderful Christmas.
I mention that I help. Here is one of my contributions. A country Santa, complete with his tractor, cup of coffee and his dog. You didn't know Santa had a dog, did you? Well, he does, in fact I have it on good authority that his dog's name is...Lattimore...yeah, that's it, and he likes me! I couldn't resist sticking in my Charlie Brown tree in the background. The ornament is actually an earring. As for the picture in the background, well, it has nothing to do with the holidays, rather, it serves as a reminder of where I want to be someday.
Christmas Eve we always go to my Mothers' place to open presents. Here's Soccer Dude and Dimples mugging for the camera.
Goody Two Shoes in all her holiday splendor.
Mom and the Wild Child getting to play Rock, Paper, Scissors over the last cookie.
Me laying down for a long winter nap.
The hand belongs to Goody Two Shoes. She's showing off her diamond ring. Twenty eight and a half years ago we started out with very little and I couldn't afford a diamond. This year was a different story. She says I'm bad? Does that mean I did a good thing? Women...they speak with forked tongue.
Just when I thought I'd blown it with Santa Claus, the chubby old elf came through. Guess I was a better boy than I thought. Take a gander at some of the loot he brought me.
Time for a competitive, but friendly, game of Fact or Crap.
Here's the Wild Child and Soccer Dude. The look on his face says it all.
After all the silliness, it was time to eat.
Christmas is also a time to get stuffed...with delicious holiday treats. We were reading the Pioneer Woman one day and Goody Two Shoes saw her recipe for Holiday Bacon Appetizers. Click here for a link to Ree's recipe.
These little babies are so delicious that you can't eat just one. Wait...I thought you couldn't eat just one Lays Potato chip? Who cares, Lays just got kicked to the curb. Behold the power of bacon and Parmesan cheese.
Here's the chef savoring the fruits of her labor. Five seconds later she got shoved out of the way so I could have a go at them. We're both on diets now.
And lastly, as devoted readers of Confessions of a Pioneer Woman, Goody Two Shoes 'n me ordered on of her calendars. Then we sat back and waited...and waited...and waited some more. Christmas Eve came and no calendar in the mail. At this point Goody Two Shoes was accusing me of intercepting the mail and hiding the calendar to surprise her with on Christmas Day. I was doing the same thing to her and she proclaimed her innocence...cause when your nickname is Goody Two Shoes that's what you do. Now, fast forward to Christmas afternoon. We're sitting in the living room having a merry old time. Dimples and Soccer Dude have come over and it's almost time for games when there is a knock at the door. For a moment I thought Skippy had come in from Tennessee to surprise us. It was the mailman...that's right, the mailman...ON CHRISTMAS DAY! Wasssup with that? Anyway he cheerfully announces that we had a package. Goody Two Shoes thanked him, then asked what he was doing on Christmas of all days. He said that they asked for volunteers. Long story short we got our calendar on Christmas day. Thanks a bunch, Ree!
I mention that I help. Here is one of my contributions. A country Santa, complete with his tractor, cup of coffee and his dog. You didn't know Santa had a dog, did you? Well, he does, in fact I have it on good authority that his dog's name is...Lattimore...yeah, that's it, and he likes me! I couldn't resist sticking in my Charlie Brown tree in the background. The ornament is actually an earring. As for the picture in the background, well, it has nothing to do with the holidays, rather, it serves as a reminder of where I want to be someday.
Christmas Eve we always go to my Mothers' place to open presents. Here's Soccer Dude and Dimples mugging for the camera.
Goody Two Shoes in all her holiday splendor.
Mom and the Wild Child getting to play Rock, Paper, Scissors over the last cookie.
Me laying down for a long winter nap.
The hand belongs to Goody Two Shoes. She's showing off her diamond ring. Twenty eight and a half years ago we started out with very little and I couldn't afford a diamond. This year was a different story. She says I'm bad? Does that mean I did a good thing? Women...they speak with forked tongue.
Just when I thought I'd blown it with Santa Claus, the chubby old elf came through. Guess I was a better boy than I thought. Take a gander at some of the loot he brought me.
Time for a competitive, but friendly, game of Fact or Crap.
Here's the Wild Child and Soccer Dude. The look on his face says it all.
After all the silliness, it was time to eat.
Christmas is also a time to get stuffed...with delicious holiday treats. We were reading the Pioneer Woman one day and Goody Two Shoes saw her recipe for Holiday Bacon Appetizers. Click here for a link to Ree's recipe.
These little babies are so delicious that you can't eat just one. Wait...I thought you couldn't eat just one Lays Potato chip? Who cares, Lays just got kicked to the curb. Behold the power of bacon and Parmesan cheese.
Here's the chef savoring the fruits of her labor. Five seconds later she got shoved out of the way so I could have a go at them. We're both on diets now.
And lastly, as devoted readers of Confessions of a Pioneer Woman, Goody Two Shoes 'n me ordered on of her calendars. Then we sat back and waited...and waited...and waited some more. Christmas Eve came and no calendar in the mail. At this point Goody Two Shoes was accusing me of intercepting the mail and hiding the calendar to surprise her with on Christmas Day. I was doing the same thing to her and she proclaimed her innocence...cause when your nickname is Goody Two Shoes that's what you do. Now, fast forward to Christmas afternoon. We're sitting in the living room having a merry old time. Dimples and Soccer Dude have come over and it's almost time for games when there is a knock at the door. For a moment I thought Skippy had come in from Tennessee to surprise us. It was the mailman...that's right, the mailman...ON CHRISTMAS DAY! Wasssup with that? Anyway he cheerfully announces that we had a package. Goody Two Shoes thanked him, then asked what he was doing on Christmas of all days. He said that they asked for volunteers. Long story short we got our calendar on Christmas day. Thanks a bunch, Ree!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
How I spent My Christmas Eve?
We had some last minute things to wrap up today and I'd made a mental note the night before that I'd like to visit one of my favorite places to eat. The official name of the place is Curtis' Famous Weiners. But around here we just say we're going to Coney Island. For me, make it three with sauce, an order of the best frenchy fries in town and a Coke. It don't get much better than this.
Even Goody Two Shoes came along and had a plain dog. Plain? Plain? That don't just sound right.
Here's the Wild Child enjoying her Cherry Smash.
Even Goody Two Shoes came along and had a plain dog. Plain? Plain? That don't just sound right.
Here's the Wild Child enjoying her Cherry Smash.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Ya Das Ist Ein Christmas Tree
It was time to cut the Christmas tree around the old homestead yesterday. This year was different...we had company! We took Dimples and Soccer Dude with us since they needed a tree as well...and since dad owns a pick up truck. This is their first Christmas together...and their first tree. How exciting! That said, let me add, I had more fun getting wet and muddy than I did watching my Steelers take it on the chin courtesy of the Patriots.
Onward through the fog, we begin our quest for the perfect trees.
As we walked, Soccer Dude and I kept cracking jokes about wanting a Charlie Brown tree. I thought I found one, but was overruled by Goody Two Shoes.
And so the search continued. This one....?
...No, this one...
...I liked the other one better...
...No, that one is the perfect one...
...Oh, whatever, I got bigger fish to fry. Thank you CSX!
...Honey, we found one...honey...oh no, not another train?
...Honey, it's time...get that look off your face. No, I'm not in labor, you idiot! Just cut the tree before I go to work on you!
...Finally! Wait, that's only one tree. You mean I have to go through this again? Say it ain't so!
Okay...whew! We finally got the second one.
All right! Now it's back to the barn where it's warmer and they have hot chocolate. Wait...it's a long way off. Got any ideas?
Dude, we're never gonna get there if we keep stopping every ten feet. And will someone take that #@*& camera away from the Wild Child!
Looking at this photo, I harken back to the days of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom. Marlin Perkins, would be in camp, looking ever so dapper, while his younger counterpart was out in the wild running from a herd of frightened elephants. If you're old enough to remember the show, those moments usually went a little like this. "While Jim is wrestling with a giant anaconda I'm enjoying a quiet moment in camp with my lovely assistant, Daphene and a pitcher of daiquiri's...oh, honey, don't make the next batch quite so sweet." That said, Soccer Dude and I felt a little like old Jimmy boy yesterday, doing the grunt work while the womenfolk hung around at the back passing judgement...and keeping their little tootsies out of the mud.
We finally made it. Now it's time to reflect with the owner of the tree farm, and to straighten out our backs...and think about the cold one waiting for me when I get home!
Onward through the fog, we begin our quest for the perfect trees.
As we walked, Soccer Dude and I kept cracking jokes about wanting a Charlie Brown tree. I thought I found one, but was overruled by Goody Two Shoes.
And so the search continued. This one....?
...No, this one...
...I liked the other one better...
...No, that one is the perfect one...
...Oh, whatever, I got bigger fish to fry. Thank you CSX!
...Honey, we found one...honey...oh no, not another train?
...Honey, it's time...get that look off your face. No, I'm not in labor, you idiot! Just cut the tree before I go to work on you!
...Finally! Wait, that's only one tree. You mean I have to go through this again? Say it ain't so!
Okay...whew! We finally got the second one.
All right! Now it's back to the barn where it's warmer and they have hot chocolate. Wait...it's a long way off. Got any ideas?
Dude, we're never gonna get there if we keep stopping every ten feet. And will someone take that #@*& camera away from the Wild Child!
Looking at this photo, I harken back to the days of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom. Marlin Perkins, would be in camp, looking ever so dapper, while his younger counterpart was out in the wild running from a herd of frightened elephants. If you're old enough to remember the show, those moments usually went a little like this. "While Jim is wrestling with a giant anaconda I'm enjoying a quiet moment in camp with my lovely assistant, Daphene and a pitcher of daiquiri's...oh, honey, don't make the next batch quite so sweet." That said, Soccer Dude and I felt a little like old Jimmy boy yesterday, doing the grunt work while the womenfolk hung around at the back passing judgement...and keeping their little tootsies out of the mud.
We finally made it. Now it's time to reflect with the owner of the tree farm, and to straighten out our backs...and think about the cold one waiting for me when I get home!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Keeping Things in Perspective
Okay, so we've OD'd on turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry stuffing, football, parades, Lady Vols basketball,black Friday, football, out of town relatives, football, hometown tree lightings to ring in the season, and the general rush of things. Did I mention football? Okay, I guess I did.
Now, as we prepare to dive head-first in to the madness that is the Christmas season, I was wondering if we have our priorities in order. Or rather, are we keeping the proper perspective. I hope I am, and I hope you are as well. If you're not, perhaps a friend of mine can help.
Linus, if you please...
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Now, as we prepare to dive head-first in to the madness that is the Christmas season, I was wondering if we have our priorities in order. Or rather, are we keeping the proper perspective. I hope I am, and I hope you are as well. If you're not, perhaps a friend of mine can help.
Linus, if you please...
Happy Holidays, everyone!
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