A Memorable Day

Our weekend was spent in Allentown, Pennsylvania celebrating Gary's Mom's birthday and then just puttering around Bethlehem/Allentown/Quakertown seeing what we could get into.

We had dinner at a wonderful seafood place, Henry's Salt of the Sea.  

Then we went back to our hotel suite and enjoyed family time.

Gary's bro Randy, sister Sue, Mom, and Gary

I met the man of my dreams the next day at Country Junction.   We are seriously thinking of bringing him home and appointing him Mascot for All About Hearing.

It was love at first sight!

And then...  We did some chillin' with the Prez and gave him our two-cents worth.  He was having none of it, so we high tailed it out of there.

 Upon returning home I got to spend the evening with my favorite girls.  They brought me tulips, my favorite!

I talked to both of my sons.  My Mother's Day was complete!  I am grateful!!

Gracie, How do you like the gift we brought you?

Mom, I love the dragon!  But the pig ear you brought me...  ummm...  don't you know they are not good for dogs to eat? Are you trying to get rid of me?  I am having a terrible time trying to find a hiding place for that big ol' pig ear.  But the dragon, I like.  

Happy Mother's Day Mom.  

And now.  A gift for you...

******* A pig ear under my pillow????  Gracie!!!!!******

Gary Celebrates and Gracie Makes a Life Changing Decision

Today, Gary turns the big

60!!!

And now, his dream of a PENSION from his former work place of almost 29 years, BETHLEHEM STEEL,  has become reality!  

Pension + 60 = Retirement?

Well,  Maybe semi-retirement.  I have a couple of  years yet and I don't believe he wants to retire 100% without me.  But in the meantime, Gary is a pretty happy camper!!

Dear Mom,

I've worked hard at watching the house all these years and finally, yesterday, I found myself to be quite tired.  Today I am re-tired, so I'm going on the road with Dad.  He says he is re-tired too.  We will send gifts.  

Love, Gracie

True Blonde Joke/Story

There was this Blonde.

She was instructed by her husband, "Cook the chicken!"

 Well, the chicken was different than any she had made before.  It had been marinaded in barbecue and brown sugar  and packaged in individual wrap without precise instruction on the package.

"How shall I cook it?" she asked.
"In the oven...  or on the stove,"  the fine husband said.
She carefully read the directions.  It didn't really matter how she cooked it, as long as the temperature on the inside of the chicken was 165 degrees when done.

"I can do this!"  Blonde said as she pulled out her brand new virgin meat thermometer from the drawer.

~Fast forward, one hour~

A half a dozen pieces of blackened chicken sizzle in the frying pan, mutilated...  death by stabbing....

Blonde stands over her meal looking distraught.  Husband walks into the kitchen.

"I don't understand it."  Blonde says.  "This chicken has been cooking for over an hour and still the temperature is only 95 degrees on the inside."

Husband takes meat thermometer from wife's hand and removes the cover.  "Now try it."

 After catching his breath and between laughs, Gary managed to get 2 words out...  "That's rich!"

And now...   I quote Gracie on her favorite line of all time....

"Whatever!!"