Gettin' Ready

Well, except for our tree, I put out all the holiday knick knack crap last night. 

It all looks so good and makes me so happy.

And, then I look around and think about Wendy and cry.

Oh well, no present for her this year, that should shorten up the gift list and save us a few bucks.

I just hope she stays warm and dry in her refrigerator box eating spam.

Thanksgiving was okeydokey.

Not the best, but not quite the worst either.

It was my first Thanksgiving in this house without my Grammy OR my Grampy, throw in the fact that my Dad has been dead for seven years AND it was my first holiday without Stinky the lush.

Needless to say I didn't bother with the good dishes.

Hot food with a holiday theme was enough.

Heres a funny story and I'll try to keep it short.

My Dads last Thanksgiving he was pretty grouchy.

The chemo, the aches and pains and depression took quite a toll on him.

That morning I had been busy cooking and getting ready with Wyatt and a dog or two underfoot (in my single wide) and was multi-tasking by laundering all the bedding.

I had decided to wash the pillows as Wy had a tendency to chew and spew on them, not taking into consideration that twenty year old goose down pillows may not "weather" a second hand twenty year old washer.

Imagine if you will, twenty minutes passing, a horrendous off balance thumping, and feathers 

e v e r y w h e r e ......

It was a sight that brings tears to my eyes to this day.

In a single wide, the washer and dryer are usually in the hall with the back door directly across from the appliances.

I started throwin' feathers out that door into the backyard as fast as I could, but the more I threw the worse it got.

There were feathers in the hall, feathers on me, feathers on the baby, feathers on the wall. 

Feathers in the grass, feathers on the deck, feathers on the dog, I was in feathers up to my ASS.

As dinner was cooking and the baby was crying and I was cleaning feathers out of the washing machine, my Dad pulled in the driveway.

He walked in the door, took an assessment of my situation, shook his head and said....

"What the hell are you doing... You don't have to wash the Gaw dammd thing before you cook it."

About that time, Wyatt took off his diaper, peed in the potted plat, I started crying  and someone kicked the dog.

GAME ON!

The holidays were off to a grand start!

Just So You Know...

Tom enjoyed the Holiday!

Turkey and Tears

All righty.
So.
Today is the day before the day that my daughter won't be sitting at our Thanksgiving table.
This will be a first for me.

I'm starting to think that I'm not so good at this part of being a Mother.

The thinking part.
The holding it together for the rest of the family part.

I'm really good at the crying part though.

Here's a little sample about what a sicko I am.
I look at Wyatt and cry because he's related to Wendy.
I look at Pooter (the dog) and cry because I remember Wendy playing with him when he was a puppy.
The list goes on.

I'm not going to post tomorrow so here's this...
I am thankful for so many things in my life.
Everything actually.
I am so blessed with good health, good friends and the fact that there is nothing (besides the obvious) that I need or want to make me happy.


This is what I am thankful for the most  (including the few not featured)

Maybe you could do me a favor tomorrow when you sit down with the ones you love.

If you could just say a quiet word to Jesus and remind him that Wendy's not with her family, maybe he'll shine a little light of his own on her.

That would mean a lot to me.

Happy Thanksging.

Do I Really Sound Like that??

I think the camera was shaking because of the whole quiting smoking thing.

Either that or I just suck at filming pigs in the wild.



The quality is poor, but the pig is cute.

Barnyard Boating

I figure this may be the best therapy for dealing with a rogue daughter.

Two goats in a boat.

If they fall overboard and can't swim (which as everyone knows, goats don't swim) Pearl and Barbara can run for help.

I choose to look at it this way...I have either completely lost my mind or I'm beginning to see some light again.

Oh, and did I tell you I quit smoking?

So, if I ever do emerge from my drunken daughter funk I will have put on enough extra tonnage that I will probably need to re-license the car as a stock carrier.

I lost The Game

The Game is very simple, it can be difficult to comprehend initially. A new player usually has to lose The Game once or twice to fully understand it.
Rules
1) When you think of The Game, you lose The Game.
2) When you lose The Game, you announce it to those around you.

Those are the only two rules of The Game.

Game play
The first thing a new player needs to know is that when someone loses The Game (i.e. when someone thinks about The Game), game play temporarily stops for that person and for those around that person (since he must announce his game-loss aloud). The Game then restarts on a person-by-person basis when each person stops thinking about The Game. The Game never actually ends permanently.

No one wins!
No one can ever technically win The Game. It could be argued that when one is not losing The Game (i.e. when someone is not thinking about The Game), they are winning The Game, but it still holds true that no one can ever definitively win The Game.

You probably still don't understand The Game and how to play, so consider the example below.

Example
You have just learned the rules of The Game and how to play. Because you now know this, you are playing The Game, and will be playing The Game for the rest of your life. At this moment in time you are thinking about The Game, so you are losing The Game. Let's say you leave this site, start doing something else, and The Game leaves your mind. But then you start thinking about this site again and therefore you start thinking about The Game... that's a loss of The Game!

Keep in mind that it doesn't matter what makes you think of The Game. Usually it is something completely random and unrelated to The Game that all of a sudden reminds you of The Game. This is what makes it so interesting and fun! If you have a game-loss story you'd like to share, do so in the stories section!

The bottom line
Any time you aren't thinking about The Game and then start thinking about The Game, you lose The Game. It's that simple.

IlostTheGame.org

Enjoy The Game!