Sunday, December 30, 2012

A Dozen Snowmen and A Dog


 What to do with a yard full of snow 
that you never really wanted...

 Make a snowman? 

 I had two snowballs rolled and then I was pooped out.  

(old.age.setting.in)

  But as I'm building these 2 big snowballs I'm thinking,  

Snowmen.  Not one.  Not two.  But a yard full of snowmen. 

 Good advertising.   "Look at all those snowmen!"  "And the ear"  "Huh!  They must sell hearing aids here...  Let's stop and buy a hearing aid."

Then I thought.  But I can't even build one snowman yet alone a yard full of them. 

 Then the lightbulb!

I called my unemployed son and asked him 
if he wanted a job.


He worked hard into the night.  
I went out and helped him off and on.  It was bonding time for mother and son.  Today after church Gary and I visited the $1 Store and then put the finishing touches on the faceless mounds of snow.

And now, we have a dozen guests living in our front yard and they just might be here for a while....


Meet Perry the Party animal...


 Sammy Surprise...



Frosty's cousins...  Frank, Fred, Fergie and Freeman







 Susie Shivers



Agitated Allie




Bewildered Billy


Goofy Gil


Sonny Sunshine


Genuinely disgusted Gracie

Thursday, December 27, 2012

I Guess Winter Has Arrived!






Dear Diary,  I wake.  I look out the window.  I dream of days gone by and long warm walks on warm summer nights.  I sleep.  I wake.  I go outside to pee.  I can't find a place to pee because there is white stuff up to my nose.  Mom moves some of the white stuff aside with a huge spoon.  I pee.  I sleep.  I wake...  *sigh*.  I sleep.  Gracie.



Wednesday, December 26, 2012

You're Calling Him WHAT?

Baby has a name.  Jasper.  I kicked and grumbled and opposed the parents choice of a name until I was out of breath.  Then I conceded and now...  
when I hear the name I see my tiny Christmas angel (Below)  


We can't wait for Jasper to come home from the hospital and be a part of the family.  But in the meantime his brother Jake is taking care of business.



Dear Diary,  I am not dead.  Just exhausted.  This new Christmas toy got the best of me and I am resting up.  Tomorrow, revenge!  Gracie.