Saturday, December 09, 2006

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'VE GOT TILL IT'S GONE

The other night we five sisters sorted through the debris of Mom’s half a century of married Christmases, witnessed by her vast collection of ornaments, figurines and do-dads. Christmas was Mom’s favorite holiday of the year; she had full size, decorated trees in every room of the house. We all contributed to her Ho-Ho Mania by gifting her with anything that we thought she didn’t already have or might want, resulting in a huge storage shed overflowing with Christmas trash and treasure.

The booty was divided up, including armless Nutcrackers, hatless Santas, broken ceramics and mangled fake greenery that none of us really wanted, but didn’t have the heart to throw away because it belonged to Mom. Each faded, lovingly used bit of decoration invoked memories of Christmas past, with shared tales family misadventures under the flashing lights adorning Mom’s numerous Christmas trees. Laughter was highlighted with teary eyes; its sad when the only thing left of your parents is their left-behind material possessions and the genetics shared among siblings.
One of my favorite memories of Mom is her crocheted snowflakes. She worked on them all year, even when her aging hands had trouble holding the tiny hook and yarn. Mom always had a tree decorated with her handiwork in the living room; sporting nothing but dainty starched snowflakes, white pearl strands and clear flashing lights. That tree was the most beautiful of them all every year, I wish now I had taken the time to take pictures of it.

Actually, I wish I had taken more time to just be with Mom and Dad both. I guess when I was younger, I always thought that they’d be around. When they got older work and life limited the time available to spend with them and now they’re gone. No matter how many hours you spend with a loved one, it’s never enough.

So hug your parents and kids and loved ones today, right now. Tell them you love them, just as they are, not when they do better or want to do something that YOU want to do. Take the time to listen to them, you never know how long it will be before they’re gone; either passed away or moved to the other side of the country. Go on, do it before it’s too late like in the song: "You Don't Know What You've Got Till It’s Gone".

Friday, December 08, 2006

REINDEER POOP

Woke up in the dark this morning. I know, you always wake up in the dark when the alarm goes off at 3:30 AM; but this morning it stayed dark. Yep, the power was out; thank goodness for gas heat and battery-back-up alarm clocks.

After stumbling around with a candle, trying to find clean clothes and not trip over the stupid cats rubbing against my ankles, I started driving to work and almost hit a kamikaze deer (I swear I heard her holler "Banzai" as she leaped right in front of the car!).

It's gonna be one of those days! To try and get us all in the Christmas spirit, I'll leave you with this:

Santa knows if you've been naughty or nice, so what does he leave for naughty little girls and boys? Reindeer Poop! To make this silly stocking stuffer, place a handful of malted milk balls in a zipper food storage bag. Seal and label with the following poem:


I woke up with such a scare when I heard Santa call...
"Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
I ran to the lawn, and in the snowy white drifts,
Those nasty reindeer had left "little gifts".
I got an old shovel and started to scoop
Neat little piles of "reindeer poop."
But to throw them away seemed such a waste,
So I saved them, thinking you might like a taste!
As I finished my task, which took quite a while,
Old Santa passed by and he sheepishly smiled.
And I heard him exclaim as he rose to the sky,
"Well, they're not potty trained, but at least they can fly!"

Thursday, December 07, 2006

SANTA CLAUS: AN ENGINEER'S PERSPECTIVE


Most of us either work with, or know, at least one engineer. I got to work this morning and found this memo from one of the engineers that I work with.

There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist (except maybe in Japan) religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get onto the next house.

Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false,but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second--3,000 times the speed of sound.

For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour. The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them-Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).

600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance. This would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip.

Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001seconds, would be subjected to acceleration forces of 17,500 g's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now. Merry Christmas.

Then I found this on the Internet (seems that the engineer in question was indulging in a little plagiarism!)

Santa Claus: An Engineering Analysis REBUTTAL
To understand this joke, click here to see the original joke, Santa Claus: An Engineering Analysis
If people are going to attempt to apply science to the question of Santa, the least they can do is to get it right. The so-called "Engineer" that wrote the paper suggesting that Santa Claus is dead had it all wrong.

A) In paragraph 5, the Engineer states that "600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance." Assuming that this true, it may well be that the reindeer are protected by some sort of heat shield, which is the basis of the "red nose" legend. More to the point, the "air resistance" theory is a vast oversimplification, and a sloppy one at that. In comparing a parachute to a javelin, one can see that there is no simple, direct, predictable relationship between the weight of an object and its air resistance. The air resistance theory completely ignores many possible configurations of Santa's team that could greatly reduce air resistance.

Paragraph 5 is invalidated all the more when one considers paragraph 1, which states that most of the 300,000 unclassified species on the earth are insects and microorganisms. This suggests that it is overwhelmingly probable that any unknown species (such as flying reindeer) is extremely small (possibly even microscopic), with correspondingly low air resistance.
Also, note that various small species (e.g. bumblebee) have been known to accomplish feats of aviation that have proven quite difficult for science to explain. Furthermore, many small species (e.g. ants) possess strength that is immense proportional to their size. Also note that every known species has a body structure capable of withstanding whatever stresses are created at the top speed at which the creature is capable of traveling.

Therefore, contrary to the Engineer's conclusion, the possible existence of unknown, very small, very strong, flying creatures is indicated, and all of the Engineer's statistics on the mass, speed, capacity, and durability of standard Reindeer are therefore irrelevant.

B) If we accept the notion that Santa moves from East to West (an assumption that the Engineer makes in Paragraph 3) then we must also assume that he is moving in a vaguely North-South traversing path as he works his way West. This implies that, if he chose to, he could make several stops at the Pole to re-load the sleigh, and therefore it is not necessary for him to carry the entire payload all at once as described by the Engineer.

The reader may raise the objection that most depictions of Santa's procedures include a single annual departure from the Pole. However, one must also consider that these same depictions contain many other omissions and simplifications, such as the implication that Santa spends several minutes on each delivery. Even using unrealistically favorable figures, this is mathematically impossible. This and other examples force us to consider these depictions to be strictly allegorical. This makes sense, since a documentary would not be much fun for the target audience.

C) Consider that most chimneys are too small to accommodate an average-sized man, let alone a 250 (plus) pound man. This implies that Santa has a way of entering and exiting dwellings through access paths much smaller than those that would otherwise be required. If the same technique that Santa uses to transport himself and the gifts past locked doors also decreases mass (or makes it irrelevant), then the payload problem is completely solved. (Note that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.)

D) If we accept the notion that Santa's intelligence gathering is good enough for him to determine who is bad/good, sleeping/awake etc., then it stands to reason that Santa also knows enough about health problems, travel plans, hurricanes, floods, drive-by shootings, fires, volcanoes, earthquakes, bus crashes, burglaries, etc. etc. etc. to be able to defer or advance some of his deliveries for days or even weeks, thus considerably extending the 31 hour time limit (as mentioned by the Engineer in paragraph 3) for perhaps 3 to 5 percent of children.

E) In paragraph 3, the Engineer admits to the assumption that Christian homes are randomly distributed over the entire surface of the planet. In reality, a majority of the earth's surface is covered by the oceans, and a great portion of what is left is covered by mountains, deserts, forests, jungles, glaciers, smaller bodies of water, and other natural and man-made features that render the space uninhabitable by humans -- or at least extremely sparsely populated by Christians, who largely tend to live in communities with homes placed in neat rows on level ground, or in densely populated vertical blocks in urban areas.

Also, many families tend to gather for the Holidays, thus decreasing the number of Christian dwellings that are actually occupied on December 24-25. Therefore, the aforementioned assumption leads to an *staggering* overestimate of the number of times Santa must travel distances exceeding 60 feet. Also note that this more realistic model includes trans-oceanic voyages during which Santa could take a "bathroom break."

F) In paragraph 3, the Engineer says that Santa has a very short time in which to "park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. "In the previous paragraph, I dispensed with the notion that Santa must actually park and exit the sleigh, enter and exit the dwelling, and then enter and drive the sleigh for each delivery. As far as the snacks go, it is clear that between the households where the parents eat the snacks prior to Santa's arrival and the households that don't leave snacks at all, Santa has to deal with a snack in only a small proportion of cases. This means that at every stop Santa must, at a minimum, fill stockings and distribute gifts. The other tasks are performed in much smaller proportions.

G) In paragraph 2, the Engineer presents the assumption that roughly 10 children out of 35 are "good." Given my personal observations, I conclude that this would lead us to overestimate of the number of Christian households containing at least one "good" child by an order of magnitude at the absolute minimum. This, more than anything else, decreases the number of stops that Santa must make.

In conclusion - all of the Engineer's calculations are based on figures that are massively skewed, always choosing the worst-case value. The distances to be traveled, the number of stops to be made, the amount of work to be performed, and the amount of cargo to be carried are all FAR smaller than the Engineer estimates.

Santa has NOT been burned to a cinder, he has NOT been squished by the acceleration of his sleigh, and (though I'm quite certain he won't be visiting that Engineer's house,) Santa Claus IS coming to town!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

QUESTION OF THE DAY

Working 7-12's for weeks at a time doesn't leave much blogging time nor subjects fit to blog about, so I'm reposting an old entry that got some interesting comments. OK people, answer this:

WHAT FAMOUS PERSON, ALIVE OR DECEASED, DO YOU ADMIRE THE MOST?
My answer, hands down, would have to be Katharine Hepburn. If I could be any kind of woman that I wanted, Katharine would be my role model. I've adored her ever since I was young and will continue to do so as long as I live.

Instead of trying to tell you all the reasons why, I'm going to refer you to the article, The Devine Ms. H, written by Zadie Smith at the time of Katharine's death. Zadie gives all the right reasons to admire Kate and does so much better than I ever could.

Katharine Hepburn; beautiful until the day she died & never once did anything just because she was supposed to. She lived life on her terms, refused to change herself to suit the movie Moguls, loved whom she wanted regardless of the fact that he was married or of others opinions, and defied Hollywood or anyone else to say anything about it. What better role model could you ask for?

Now, what famous person do you admire the most?

Saturday, December 02, 2006

GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST

This post is dedicated to Mom & Dad, who would have been married 52 years on December 25th if they were still with us.

Wayne 'Red' WatersThis is what they looked like when they eloped on Christmas Day, 1954, after only knowing each other 10 days. Good looking couple, aren't they!


I tried to blow up the picture of Dad so it would have been the same size as Mom's but it got fuzzy, so y'all will just have to make-do. Donna is the family historian and she tells the story of Mom & Dad's whirlwind romance in Love Everlasting.They did something you very seldom see today; stayed married, raised 5 girls and never separated. I don't think I even saw them fuss until after I was grown and left home.

I don't have any pics of them at Christmas on the 'puter and the scanner died, so here's a few that I DO HAVE.



My son, Chane, 5 or 6 years back. Believe me folks, he's not nearly as sweet as he looks!


Grandson Drennon when he was still his Nana's baby, before he grew up and informed me that he was "a big boy and stop calling me baby!" All those white snowflake ornaments on the tree were hand crocheted by Mom.

The 5 sisters last Christmas. From the left back: Tina, Donna. From the left front: Teresa, Lana, Me


As you can see our kids & grandkids are deprived, they never get anything for Christmas, NOT! This was last year and I hope we continue to get together every year.


So many families lose touch after the loss of their parents. It's like the older generation is the only thing keeping the siblings and grandchildren together as a unit. I know after my Grandmother & Grandfather Waters passed away I lost touch with most of my cousins. Heck, there's a few of them that I don't even recognize if I meet them in town. I'm afraid that's going to happen to us now that our parents are gone, and they would have hated that. To Mom & Dad, family was everything.

So if you have relatives that you haven't seen in a while, call them. Write something in the annual Christmas card besides "Merry Christmas". Tell them that you miss them and love them. Make the first move; who knows, you might just rekindle a close relationship with someone who shares your past and genes. The worst that can happen is that they ignore your loving overture and then loss will be theirs.

Merry Christmas Mom & Dad, where ever you are.

Friday, December 01, 2006

CHRISTMAS PARADE 2006

Tonight me, 3 of my sisters, Sweet Thang and assorted inlaws & outlaws braved the cold front that's sweeping the country to watch Moulton's Christmas parade. It always circles the town square and this year an hour before the parade arrived Christmas carolers sang on one side of the square while a local church played Christian rock music & handed out free cocoa & coffee on the other side, so we had plenty of entertainment while we waited.

I didn't get to take many pictures....... well I took lots but only a few turned out. Some of them were too dark and then there were the grown women who kept jumping in front of me scrambling for candy, I got plenty of shots of the back of one of their heads. That 's what I said, GROWN WOMEN JUMPING IN FRONT OF OTHERS, STEPPING OF FOLKS TOES & CRAWLING ON THEIR HANDS AND KNEES OVER PENNY CANDY.

Some people are just deprived, I guess. Or would that be depraved? I thought seriously about booting the shameless hussy out of my way, but instead I stepped up to her face, looked her in the eye and said "Excuse Me" in one of those tones of voice. She snarled "Excuse me Hell!" but she did move down a few feet.
I was about fed up with grown folks acting like idiots, knocking little kids out of the way over a piece of candy, and it wouldn't have taken much for me to deck her. I think I could have taken her, too, and I had Donna to take care of the other candy-snatchers. I can see it now, me in jail (maybe Donna too, who knows) and calling in to work "I won't be in tomorrow, I got in a fight at the Christmas Parade." Ain't y'all proud of the way I behaved all lady-like instead of being the heathen female y'all know and love?



Donna bundling up her grandson Andrew against the cold. Why do kids hate 'boggins so much, don't they know that their ears will freeze off? At least that's what Mom always told me.......

From the back left: Donna, Tina & Lana. Front: Christopher, Brittany & her little boyfriend waiting for the parade to begin. (Brittany's 11 and she's a head taller than the poor feller, Donna told him he needed a rock to stand on!)

Some more of Donna's grandsons are riding on this firetruck (the ones in black toward the front are them), their dad Duane is a fireman.


You never have a parade without vendors. I can understand the cotton candy, but don't ask me why he's selling plastic fish at a Christmas parade!


Don't you know she's cold!

Only in Alabama would you see a bulldozer in a Christmas parade.



The Alabama Blues Brothers
(they're supposed to be the only Blues Brothers impersonators in the state and, to their knowledge, the only impersonators nationwide who are actual brothers)



The local Red Hat Society,
who are the Grande Dames of the Ladies-Who-Lunch
and who all wear
purple dresses & red hats
in honor of the poem,
"Warning" by Jenny Joseph.
(The Red Hat Society is a social organization where there is fun after
fifty for women of all walks of life)



Of course the parade finished with a kazillion horses, carts, buggies and such. It ain't a parade in Alabama unless you smell horse manure at the end. (horse-end-manure......I know, bad pun)

Well, it's in the 20s outside, I've got the gas heat kicking, my fuzzy PJs on and tomorrow's a work day so I'll say "Good Night". Hope y'all have sweet dreams and some one or something to keep you warm tonight. Sweet Thang went home but I've got a thick quilt and two cats to snuggle with, and warm thoughts of family and friends to flavor my dreams.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

MEMORY LANE

See what we mean about Alabama's changing weather! 72 degrees today, down to 26 degrees Friday night and a high of 48 by Saturday. We got from short sleeved shirts to longjohns, all in in the time span of one week here in the South.

Now that I've got you searching for your warm & fuzzy PJs, go see Donna and read her memories about the home-made, hand-me-down dress that meant so much; a memory to warm up the coldest heart.


.......Christmas, she cut her wedding dress apart at the seams and ironed the resulting odd shaped pieces of material flat. Then she took a paper pattern sized to fit a small girl (me).......


I'm really enjoying reading about these memorable Christmas presents. You learn a lot about a person by what it is that they treasure most. For some it's material things, $$$, that matter but for the lucky ones it's their memories of love and hope shared with the special people in their lives.

Here's hoping that you and yours are building memories that will a lifetime.

BTW: I have another sister who has decided to try her hand at blogging. Y'all meet Tina (the redhead of the family) at Somewhere In Nowhere. Go tell Tina "HI" and help get her hit count up.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

SOMETIMES LIFE SUCKS.......

Reading stuff like this makes me wanta cry.


S.Korea slaughters dogs and pigs

426 pigs and four dogs have so far been killed along with 127,200 chickens and 6.8 million eggs...................nearly 700 dogs -- bred on farms for consumption -- were to be killed...................... "It's just too cruel to indiscriminately kill other livestock when there is obviously no proof these animals can transmit the bird flu virus to humans," said 29-year-old Kim Sung-tae. "I have little puppies that are as small as my palm. How can they have the heart to kill those small things?"

Monday, November 27, 2006

FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE

Here's a few seasonal flash movies to keep you entertained. "White Trash Christmas" is a particular favorite of mine. Enjoy.

WHITE TRASH CHRISTMAS


SANTA



FROSTY VS. RUDOLF

Watch Christmas Flash Movies Here

Christmas Flash Movies

EXTRA CHRISTMAS BONUS:

Patty,
over at
This, That and Froghair , has posted the link to watch
The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause
free on the Internet.
Thanks Patty.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

I ONCE WAS A SCIENTIST.......

I was browsing the Internet, doing a little online Christmas shopping, when I started to think back on some of the goodies that I received as a child. Of course I went through my fair share of dolls, tea sets, stuffed animals and costume jewelry; but the gift that stands out in my mind the most was a chemistry set that I received when I was 8 or 9.


It wasn’t like the chemistry sets you see now-a-days. There was nothing plastic or “child-safe” about it. In the bad-old-good-old days there were no recalls, age limits or flame retardant PJs. You played with the thing and hopefully had enough sense to not poke your eye out or blow off a body part that you might need some day.

There were a lot of really big jars containing what would be considered “hazardous”chemicals today. An alcohol burner delighted the pyromaniac in me (to this day I can’t leave a fire along, I have to constantly poke and rearrange it); the scalpels, tweezers, and pliers revealed the innards of many a frog or bug unlucky enough to fall into my Jr. Ms. Frankenstein hands (hey, they gave their lives up for science!). Pond scum (algae for you city folks) is a whole ‘nother universe when viewed under the lens of a microscope, thousands of squiggly critters living a life that I never dreamed existed.


The lovely stink bombs I concocted drove my Mom to fits and my sisters out of the house with tears streaming from their stinging eyes. Burned sulfur has a unique stench that’ll put the healthiest polecat to shame and you wouldn’t believe the colors that different compounds produce when charred over an open flame. Mixing diverse mystery jars resulted in mini-volcanoes that spewed over like a scene out of the movie “The Blob”, taking the finish off Mom’s furniture while multicolored and probably toxic fumes spiraled up to the ceiling.

But what did I care, I was experimenting! I was gonna grow up and make great discoveries, like the cure for cancer or something else equally important; my pubescent brain didn’t go far enough into the future to work out the details. Madame Curie, eat my dust! One of the saddest days in my young life was when my chemical supplies ran out and I couldn’t get my parents to buy more.

What was one of the most memorable gifts you received as a child? Just to make it harder, I’m going to rule out bikes and you had to be age 12 or younger when you got it. So come on, fuss up……. What was the Christmas present that you remember fondly and was extra special in your childhood?


EXTRA CHRISTMAS BONUS: Patty, over at This, That and Froghair ,has posted the link to watch The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause free on the Internet. Thanks Patty.

The site has tons of movies that aren't on cable yet, so browse and enjoy.

CRAFTY CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

Donna talked a little in her last post about how our parents helped us make memories when we were young. I thought I’d share a few of my childhood Christmas recollections with you. I’m sure some of you rich folks, Yankees, city-slickers and “foreigners” will get a kick out of my rural Alabama upbringing.

One of the first things you need to know: Christmas was special for several reasons, not the least of which was the fact that Mom and Dad eloped on Christmas day, just 10 days after they met! But when we were small, that was a non-issue because for our parents, their kids came first.

Dad could never wait until Christmas morning for us to open our presents. 1 minute after midnight, he’d be standing in our bedroom door yelling that Santa had come and gone. 5 little girls would scramble into the living room, indulge in an orgy of paper ripping, and then surge right into fighting over who got the best present, someone always yelling: “Mom, make her leave my stuff alone!” Sibling rivalry would finally die down as the Sand Man caught up with us and Mom & Dad would carry the smaller ones while herding us older kids back to bed.

Mom was a wizard with a sewing machine; most of our clothing, while stylish, was homemade. She could copy any fashion we lusted after no matter if we saw it in magazines, in the stores, or on TV; she even made inch-high felt knee boots for our Barbie dolls.


We usually didn’t see much of Dad, he worked lots of overtime to support all of us; but one year Dad broke his leg bad enough to require 7 pins and a year-long recovery period. Out of boredom, he made Mom show him how to operate her sewing machine. That year we each got a complete wardrobe of custom Dad-Made Barbie-doll clothes. He covertly cut and stitched itty-bitty bits of material for months. I’d come in from school and he’d try to hide all the evidence before we caught on that he was doing “Santa’s job”. It’s amazing now to remember him, his big calloused hands handling those fragile little Barbie dresses. Oh yeah, he did a damn fine job of tailoring those doll clothes, too!


Christmas was Mom’s favorite holiday. When we were younger there wasn’t much $$$ for fancy decorations (although I still have the string of lights from our first tree, damn those things are over 50 years old now!) so we would cut a cedar out of the pasture and make our own frills. More than once I took my preteen self out on horseback with a hatchet, chopped down what I considered to be the perfect tree, tied a piece of bailing twine to it and dragged it back home behind Thunder (my horse).

Crayons were broken out and no matter how laughable our artistic efforts, Mom would help cut them out to hang in a place of honor on the tree. We’d string popcorn, glitter-rize pinecones & gumballs (as well as the floor and each other) and make colorful construction paper chains. Scrap material would be cut, stitched and stuffed to make stars, candy canes, Teddy Bears, Santas and whatever else we could think of. Foil would be crumpled into shiny balls and paper would be folded and refolded in an attempt to cut out snowflake garlands. We had never heard of origami back then, but let me tell you there’s an art to folding a piece of paper so that a few snips will result in a perfect snowflake! Empty tin cans would be washed and have Christmas designs punched in them using a nail, a child’s rural luminary.

We didn’t know we were poor. We lived in a decent home, even if it had an outhouse and a #10 washtub in the kitchen floor for our baths. We never went hungry, we had money for whatever school trip or function came up. We dressed as well or better than anyone else at school (thanks to Mom). True, we didn’t have cable. Hell, cable didn’t even run in our part of the country until 10 or 15 years ago. But we had Mom and Dad and each other, that’s all we needed.

Our imaginations knew no bounds because our parents encouraged us to make our own fun. Kids today don’t even get into the tree trimming thing, but we would spend weeks at a time laboring over our decorations before the tree was even cut. It become a contest, with each of us hiding our projects and competing for the choicest pieces of paper, flannel or satin so we could out-do the other 4. We’d roam the woods looking for pretty red berries or an unusual piece of wood. I guess what I’m saying is that sometimes you can give a child too many material things and not enough of your time and encouragement. When’s the last time you tried to do some kind of handi-craft with a kid?

Donna can carve just about anything out of wood, and both she and Teresa are crafty as hell. Me, I’ve got the imagination but my artistic abilities leave a lot to be desired. All of us can repair, paint and decorate furniture and our homes. But I doubt if any of us would have these gifts if it hadn’t been for our parents’ encouragement and the fact that we were allowed to try to do things for ourselves.

THANKS MOM AND DAD

Saturday, November 25, 2006

BACK TO THE OLD GRINDSTONE

Well, the turkey carcasses have all been stripped bare, most of the left-overs recycled and the official Christmas shopping season has started. Damn, I hate trying to shop among holiday crowds with all the rude folks snatching things off the shelves and tossing them in the floor, getting smashed in the shins by shopping cart wielding asshats while dodging unruly kids left to run wild by uncaring parents, and trying in vain to find the perfect gift for folks when I have no idea what they need/prefer/want.


I’m back at work on the 6PM to 6 AM shift; this is the first time in years that I actually had an off day for Thanksgiving. I’ve just checked my schedule and it seems that I won’t get another off day for at least 3 weeks, I work midnights through Monday night, and then start 3 weeks of 12 hour dayshifts on Wednesday (I don’t consider Tuesday an off day since it’s a quick turn-around) so forgive me if I don’t have much blog-worthy material for a while.

I’ll do my best to finish my gift buying and maybe find a gem or two to write about when I get off work in the afternoon, if I can manage to not just go home and pass out. Dayshift does me in, having to get up at 3:30 and all. I'm a night owl, always have been. Maybe I'm part vampire or something but I don't function well in the early morning hours. My best times seems to be from midnight until the sun starts to peek over the horizon.

Hope y'all had a good Thanksgiving; Happy Holidays to all those that I missed either sending an email to or commenting on your blogs. Reading your posts and emails are one of the highlights of my days and I promise that I’ll find time at work to covert blog/read your posts. At least the overtime will cover my Christmas spending.

Who knows, I might even have enough left to take a much needed vacation after the first of the year. Anybody got a spare room; I might need to run away from home for a while to recuperate.......

PS: Go visit Donna as she attempts to gather material to craft a natural Christmas:
my behind was stuck between the two trees, my little short, legs waving inthe air uselessly.

The woman is seriously funny, you'll laugh until you pee your pants!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

FAMILY FEAST

Our family Thanksgiving went wonderfully. Everyone ate until they were stuffed; then we all hit the deserts and ate some more (thank the Goddess I wore my new sweat pants!)

The holidays still don't seem right without Mom and Dad there with us, laughing at the kids antics and arbitrating our sibling rivalries. Although we had dinner at the home place, it felt like all of us were still waiting for someone else to show up. You know what I mean, that hollow place where a certain someone should be and isn't. We're working on building new family traditions but it's going to take a little more time before we get it right.

Lana, Tina, Vicki, Teresa & Donna Waters, Jean Curnutt Here we are with Mom's oldest sister, Jean. From the left, Lana, Tina, Me (with the slicked back hairdo), Teresa & Donna. Aunt Jean's health is failing and I'm afraid she won't be with us much longer. Donna goes and checks on her often, takes her meals and out shopping; but Jean lives alone, is basically housebound and don't get out much. It's sad when older people's families don't have time to help them do the little things in life and leave them home alone for days at a time without a way to go or even someone to help them bathe.

When we lose Aunt Jean, it'll almost be like losing Mom again; she and Jean looked so much alike and were really close when they were both alive. Here's Mom and Jean when they were both younger. Weren't they pretty? Look at those smiles! Aunt Jean told me tonight that I looked like Mom and I consider that quite a compliment, Mom was a beautiful woman. I can only hope that I turn out to be half the woman she was. Mom's been gone for years and I still miss her every day.

I was going to get a picture of the feast we has spread but as you can see, the crowd got in the way. The girl in front is Carrie, who is expecting the latest addition to our clan. We've got the 5 sisters, 8 kids and 8 grandchildren among us; then add in the assorted inlaws, outlaws, spouses, fiances and significant others plus another grandchild on the way. Yep, we're working on building our own tribe. Who knows, we may plan on world domination when our numbers get strong enough!

Did I mention that the grandmonsters' were dancing for joy over all the goodies in store for munching? This is one of Donna's grandbabies, ain't he adorable? I predict that he's going to grow up to be a heart breaker, just like his Daddy Duane likes to think he once was! Duane used to be bad about doing those macho man poses and flexing his muscles. Tonight he was chowing down on his Mom's chicken & dressing, all the while complaining that he was developing "love handles".
Duane EvansSpeaking of Duane, here he is in the flesh, helping to clean up the party aftermath. Nothing like a man with a vacuum, VOOM Baby! OH.......I just have to mention that at the trailer plant where he works, Duane was voted "BEST ASS AT CAVALIER". Sorry girls, his wife won't let him pose nude! Dang, Donna turned out some good looking sons.

Hope you all have a good Thanksgiving, that there are no family feuds, and no one gets food poisoning. Remember to wear your stretchy pants.......

THANKSGIVING

Pots are simmering, the oven is heating up the kitchen and the smell of sautéing onions, peppers and garlic are perfuming the house. Yep, it’s time for the annual Thanksgiving cook-off. I’ve got my family dinner this afternoon and Sweet Thang’s family feast is tomorrow. I believe that I’ll wear my stretchy pants and pig out both days.

I’ve got a brown sugar ham and my world famous baked beans in the oven. The recipe is easy, simple to make in either a small or a huge batch, and everyone loves my beans, even the kids!

JUNEBUGG'S BAKED BEANS

Equal measures pork & beans and browned hamburger (well drained)
Good amount of catsup
Healthy squirt of mustard
Chopped & Sautéed onions, bell peppers (any color) & garlic
Black Pepper to taste

Mix and bake until hot all the way through (all ingredients are already cooked) and eat!

I spent all yesterday and most of last night Christmas shopping, I’m not finished but the bulk of my gift buying is done. Presents are wrapped and scattered all over the living room floor, now I’ve to worry about the tree. I never know how many off days I’ll get between now and then so I have to get an early start.

Let the festivities begin!

Monday, November 20, 2006

WEEKEND

I had a great time this weekend! Sweet Thang showed up at the door with gourmet sugarless chocolates (he was thinking of my blood sugar, not my waistline) and a mushy birthday card. Then it was off for a wonderful full course Italian dinner; Steak Gorgonzola, Chicken Marsala, an extremely nice bottle of wine, and finished off with espresso and tiramisu. I ate so much that I had to waddle out to the car!

After dinner we went to the mall where we walked around holding hands, giving our meal time to digest before time for Casino Royale to start. This is the very best James Bond since Sean Connery . The movie is action packed and you get to see Daniel Craig naked! Damn, he’s a pretty thing, just the ticket to get my moter reved up, for a little,er, extracurricular activity

Then it was home for a little snuggling and some passionate smooching and a whole lot of loving. I’ll leave the details to y'alls imagination but believe me, I went to sleep one happy & satisfied female.

The next morning was a late pancake brunch, several pots of coffee and back to bed for some more fooling around which lasted the rest of the day. Needless to say, I went to sleep happy and satisfied again.

Hope y’all had a good weekend, I know I did.

Friday, November 17, 2006

THEY LIKE ME, THEY REALLY REALLY LIKE ME!

A big "Thank You" to everyone for the many birthday wishes, emails, cards and especially to the 2 wonderful women who send me a little something in the mail (Y'all know who you are).

When I started blogging I never imagined that my circle of friends would expand so much or actually extend to the other side of the world! I feel blessed to have been able to have y'all in my life. I'm a lucky lady and knowing all of you have made my life much richer.

I may be out of pocket for the weekend, Sweet Thang works off midnight shift Saturday morning and has promised me a weekend of belated birthday celebrations (Woo Hoo! I'm even gonna shave my legs in anticipation). I'll report back when I can but y'all just remember, some things are gonna remain private!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

OLDER THAN DIRT


If I get a cake today, there will be so many birthday candles it'll cause a bonfire!
Getting older's not my idea of a great time but it sure beats the alternative.

People claim that when you pass 50 you're:

But I'm not an old woman, I'm a Sexy Senior Senior Citizen, damn it!

51

ain't that bad,

maybe I'll go and get another tattoo.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

IT'S GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE DAYS.......


Thunder & lighting woke me up at 3 AM, good thing because the clock was flashing as the power flickered on and off. Dressing in the dark ain't no fun.

I made it to work on time and was soooo proud of myself for not oversleeping until I went to the lady's room ~~~~~~~ my damn underwear was on inside out and backwards.

I'm glad I didn't wear my thongs!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I'M NO ANGEL BUT.......

I’m sure most of you have seen the Angel Trees that pop up everywhere this time every year. We have one here at work and every year I pick out several of the kids to buy for. I’ve been blessed with a decent job and I figure that the least I can do is make some child’s Christmas a little merrier.

I have to confess that I read over the tags before choosing. I tend to skip over the ones asking for DVDs and video games. The little devils can buy their own rap CDs and video games, I ain’t their Mama! I know that such things are what the kids really want but I don’t consider them needs. I tend to go for the ones that ask for something essential and then add a little something extra; like this one:

JADE
Girl age 7
Wants: Panties & Socks




See, this little angel (or more likely her Mother) wants undies; something that we all need and most of us take for granted. Can you imagine not having any socks or drawers? I’ll go and have a blast picking out something frilly & feminine like maybe PowerPuff Girls Panties and then add a toy like a baby doll or maybe a cute little purse. (I have to admit that after having a son and a grandson I get a kick out of shopping for a little girl).

I’ve also got Natasha (age 8) who wants gym shoes, Tanyi (age 14) who needs jeans and Deavence (age 4) who needs a coat/jacket. I’ll buy the requested items and stick in a little bonus that hopefully will bring a smile Christmas morning. Maybe these youngsters will enjoy opening their presents as much as I did buying them.

To me, other than spending time with family, this is what Christmas is all about. Making a child’s eyes light up, giving the little ones another year where Santa Clause is alive and well, and letting the older ones know that just because their family isn’t rich doesn’t mean that they count for less than anyone else.

I know everyone can’t afford to do a lot for others, but even so, do what you can. Somewhere out there is a small child hoping that Santa hasn’t forgotten him/her and you can give Jolly Old Saint Nick a helping hand.

Now all together y'all:

HO HO HO

Monday, November 13, 2006

BRRRRRRRRRR

I walked outside this morning to discover that Mr. Jack Frost dropped by overnight and bestowed our first hard frost of the year. The trees are still clothed in russet colored leaves but they were shiny with a glaze of ice, my windshield was opaque with frost and the hounds were all huddled together for body warmth. It’s the first morning that they didn’t knock me down with greetings; all I got this AM was a few of them poking their doggy snouts out of their house to make sure it was me and not some burglar. The temps are still in the low 30s which I know doesn’t sound all that cold for November to most of y’all but it was in the high 70s just 2 days ago!

All this changing weather makes it hard to know how to dress. I’ve pulled out my winter stuff and dang if lots of my warmer attire hasn’t gotten snug since last year. My bedroom is now covered with piles of clothing in several different sleeve lengths and multiple sizes. I’d love to claim that my shirts and long johns were magically shrunk by Evil Elves while packed away but I know that my expanding waistline/arse/tits are more to blame than any fictional pixie. Guess I’ll have to go on a much dreaded diet.

Those of you who have visited this blog for a while know that awhile back my Dr. got on me about my BMI, blood sugar/pressure and several other things ending up with her sending me to Nutrition Class at the local hospital. I’d do well for a while then fall off the diet wagon; finding the time and motivation for daily exercise fell by the wayside in the time crunch of regular life until I just gave up and reverted back to my evil ways. I’m not in good shape; just not in such bad shape that I can’t manage to do most anything that I want including hiking in the mountains. But all this fat lard fluff is catching up with me, I’m slower and have to take more rest stops that every before and my feet hurt for the first time.

Guess I need to buckle down and try to exercise a little willpower in the food department plus get my fat derriere out of the chair and moving farther than the ‘fridge on a regular basis. I’m not looking forward to it, this is a bad time of year for trying to diet, what with my birthday next Thursday & then Thanksgiving and Christmas falling in the next few weeks. Plus I’m weak; my willpower leaves much to be desired. I love to cook and good food is one of my joys in life.

I’ve tried, I really have. I’ve got tons of diet cookbooks but most diet fare doesn’t have the mouth feel of the real thing. Plus I’m supposed to eat low fat/low carb, that doesn’t leave much that I can have; I’m even restricted on fruit. But it seems like that I don’t have a choice, it’s either live a life of dull food and more exercise or live a much shorter life altogether.

Guess I better "gird up my loins" or whatever platitude is apt and get used to doing without juicy steaks, hamburgers, baked potatoes, risotto, biscuits or yeast rolls. 3 ounces of baked fish or chicken with no sauce a day is all the meat that I’m allowed on my prescribed diet. No soy, cauliflower, broccoli or any member of the cabbage because of my underactive thyroid. Damn, now I know why they call them
DIE-iTS.

Friday, November 10, 2006

KITTY HEAVEN

A cat died and went to Heaven. God met her at the gates and said, "You have been a good cat all these years. Anything you want is yours for the asking."

The cat thought for a minute and then said, "All my life I lived on a farm and slept on hard wooden floors I would like a real fluffy pillow to sleep on."

God said, "Say no more." Instantly the cat had a huge fluffy pillow.

A few days later, six mice were killed in an accident and they all went to Heaven together. God met the mice at the gates with the same offer that He made to the cat.

The mice said, "Well, we have had to run all of our lives: from cats,dogs, and even people with brooms! If we could just have some little roller skates, we would not have to run again."

God answered, "It is done." All the mice had beautiful little roller skates.

About a week later, God decided to check on the cat. He found her sound asleep on her fluffy pillow. God gently awakened the cat and asked, "Is everything okay? How have you been doing? Are you happy?"

The cat replied, "Oh, it is WONDERFUL. I have never been so happy in my life. The pillow is so fluffy, and those little Meals on Wheels you have been sending over are delicious!"

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

HUG SOMEONE TODAY

Sweet Thang and I spent all yesterday afternoon at the hospital keeping his Dad company in the waiting room while his Mother underwent heart surgery. Her artery, the one called the "Widowmaker", was 99% blocked. The hard-headed female had been having chest pains all weekend but didn't tell anyone until it got so bad she couldn't take it anymore. She's going to be OK, but it was close. She just recently had colon surgery and suffered from a massive infection after that.

I felt so sorry for them all. It's only been a year since my Dad passed, and Mom passed the year before. This time of year, with Thanksgiving and Christmas bringing families together, reminds me of all I've lost and how the holidays will never be the same.

Go hug your loved ones right now, and tell them how much they mean to you while you have the chance. You never know what's going to happen or when you'll never have the chance again.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

MEEZE

I found this wonderful site where you can make animated gravitars of yourself or whoever. It's free but you do have to register before you can get the codes and export your image. Then whenever you go and change your Meeze (you can change backgrounds, clothes, hair-dos, animations, just about everything) where ever you have your Meeze will automatically change, too. Whatever image you have saved at the website is what appears where you place the code.

How's this for me at work? I haven't figured out how to change the body shape but I'm sure having fun trying!

Well, what do ya think? I never had any artistic abilties so this is right up my alley.

I LOVE DIXIE

We Southerners love poking fun at everyone, ourselves included. "I Love Dixie" is a recent find and I've really enjoyed getting these cartoons in my email.


To subscribe to "I Love Dixie" where "Ike and Henry, the strip’s main characters, seek to put-a-whuppin’ on the mean-spirited, inaccurate image that has been sold to large sections of the nation regarding the good folks from the South" and get your cartoon fix emailed to ya, go to their webite and sign up. While you're there check out the links to blogs and cool things to buy.