Home for the Holidays

As we do every time we come through town, I had the Girl take a picture of the Dallas skyline as we passed it.

Hi Dallas

“Hi Dallas” was posted to my FB wall. It’s a way to let the folks living in the city know that I am in town. Also a way to let the folks back home know that I have arrived (more or less safely).

*waves at both Dallas and Back Home peeps*

And now? Now we settle in for holiday/family fun. Which, in my family, means food, games, food, movies, coffee, food, prezzies, cocoa, cards, food, and all the (mostly) gentle snark we can dish. Additionally, there is my Mom’s disco shower. I freaking love that thing.

Did I mention food? I hope so, because I am dying to tell you guys the menu that my Mom shared with me over my sister’s and my birthday dinner last night.

Tonight we are having turkey tetrazzini, probably with a salad and crusty bread on the side.
Tomorrow is tamales, queso, chili, chips, dips, and crudités.
Christmas Day is a pork loin, roasted asparagus, corn bread dressing, and scalloped rosemary potatoes.

All of this is not including the breakfast (think Southern Living meets East Texas with a double side of corn bread and gravy) and lunch (almost certainly leftovers and/or sandwiches made of leftovers).
I am so very blessed to have such amazing food in my life.

There was a time in the Way Ago that I did not. Through a series of rash and (in perfect hindsight) really stupid actions on my part, I wound up living in the streets for a time. We usually had food, albeit not the greatest and certainly not the healthiest. But we knew people who did not. People who struggled on the daily to get a meal for their kids, for themselves, for their parents. You don’t want to know what watching someone rationing out a single dollar hamburger amongst three people does to your heart.

Hunger is a world wide problem, y’all. And with our population expanding ever upward, it is going to continue to be one. So, I am asking you this: do you have a little extra?
A little extra food?
A little extra cash?
A little extra time?

Because if you do, and you’re willing, you can help make a difference. You can take food to a local food bank. You can send a check to an organization that feeds the hungry. You can drive a van full of meals to shut-ins. You can help. You can.

abolish hungre

May your entire holiday -however and with whomever you celebrate it – be full of all the things, people, and critters you love.


Happy Father’s Day


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Hey Dad,
I know that we didn’t always get along. Our stubborn, stubborn tempers would clash and voices would be raised. We argued, or didn’t speak, or just passed small talk back and forth for a long time. In spite of all that, I never ever thought or belived for a moment that you didn’t love me. Sometimes, there wasn’t much like going around. But love was always there. We eventually reconciled, for which I am grateful.
I hope that you knew that as a wee tot, I idolized you. I pretty well thought you hung the moon, standing on a step-ladder and laughing that big laugh of yours. Nobody knew as many jokes as you. Nobody was as giving or as willing to help anyone through a rough spot. Nobody could listen as well you.
You had faults – like all of us. Humans, eh? We are what we are. Still. You were a pretty good egg.
I guess I just wanted to say that I still miss you. That I wish you were here, to see The Girl growing up, to see the Twinlings and the Bear. I wish that I could sit and chat with you about things, again.
I wish I could hear you laugh.

I love you,


I feel crummy. My head hurts. My ear aches like its full of crushed glass. My nose is spewing dribbly, watery crap and my eyes itch. I feel so rotten that I didn’t even pack the Girliekin’slunch. I just gave her some dollars so she could buy food in the cafeteria. So, believe me when I say that today is not a good day. Having to contend with some of Austin’s finest drivers this morning did NOT improve my mood, either.

At any rate — survived the T-day holiday. Intro’d D to my family. They seemed to really like him. Dad at one point even told me to “not let him get away!”, which tickled me. I swear, the older he gets, the more of a shadchen he gets to be. It was actually fun – a little staid, which after all these exciting years, I will take – but fun. The feast was incredibly huge – turkey, ham, potatoes dauphin, corn casserole, squash casserole, 7 different kinds of pie, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, bread, and homemade cranberry jelly.

For the winter holiday, we are planning on going to upper state NY to meet his parents. I believe that I will now commence to worrying about that.

*blerg* Brain fried from cold meds & crappy sleep. However, must return to work stuff. Did I miss anything this past week or so?