Sunday, December 25, 2011

In Trouble

I hate to admit it.  Especially after the silly $400 'bet'...

Remember the Ipod Touch that I was 99% sure I was getting? Along with a box full of bricks? 

Well...  I was wrrrrr  

 wrrrrrrrrrrr  wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrong

That was very hard to say.

It was actually an ipad2!  

And the bricks...  well that was a cinder block.  Ahhhemmm...  isn't that in the brick family??

 I love my ipad!  Thank you Gary.  Now, lets let bygones be bygones.  I promise I'll never try to guess another gift.  Never.  Let's just drop that silly bet!

The kiddies showed up a little before noon today.  I had made a lasagna casserole and it was hot on the counter.  Gary baked fresh homemade bread...  and my homemade cookies and fudge were on hand for dessert.  

We are so blessed to have grandchildren!  

The aroma of pine mingled with soy based wax melts  and candles in Zucchini bread scent could be enjoyed upon leaving the dinner smells of the kitchen and entering the living room.

Then I had to shove my hand half way down Gracie's throat to retrieve a hershey kiss that she'd stolen off of a package and swallowed almost swallowed whole.

Kids make Christmas so special.  I don't think I've ever seen Jake so excited.  He could hardly contain himself while he was telling me about the train set Santa left under his tree and how last evening he saw Santa on a fire-truck and Santa gave him a candy bar.

Justin.  Son #2

Summer found the perfect place to lay her head...

Right on Grammy... Where she belonged.

 Jake and Rissi played for a long time with the train and Christmas village.  

We ate, laughed and spoiled the grandkids.  

After the family fun, Gary and I went to a Christmas movie.  War Horse.  It was a beautiful movie and yes, it made me cry.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas Day.  I sure did!

Dear Diary,

What kind of a mom would take a wonderful, best toy a dog ever got from Santa, and hang it up high so their dog couldn't get it?  A mean one..  that's what kind.  

  She had no right taking it away.  So I begged and I barked and I watched my toy and asked... Please, mom I promise I won't rip it to shreds! Then I barked some more.

Finally she caved.

But in a weak moment I did what I was not supposed to do. 

And Now I'm in trouble.

Merry Christmas

Dear Diary,

I have good news and bad news.  The good news...  Mom was unable to locate the battery operated reindeer antlers.  The bad news...