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Long hours this week...

Not much imagination on my part this time of year.

I am heading to Portland as my sister is going in for surgery...

I should be back in blogville by sometime this weekend.

You all be safe and I will leave you with this little tidbit of funny!

Wow She is a Hero!!

Those of you who read my drivel regularly know I went to NC to visit my oldest daughter for her birthday.

Her husband wanted us to come during the summer months so we could enjoy the weather and sights, so that is when we surprised her but.....

Today is actually her birthday and she is right about now squealing with delight!

Her hubby got her Guitar Hero 3.

ROCK ON!!

I told him I want pictures by this eve!

Happy 30th baby gurlie!

She was my second child but my first born. At 17 I was scared, excited and an idiot to all things adult went I found myself pregnant with my only wee redhead. She turned from a chubby happy baby into a very tall and lean woman. Sometimes I wonder if she is really from my gene pool. Till I see her hair. I am thankful she survived my upbringing and I am most blessed with her being a part of my life.

I'll raise my glass today that you enjoy life as much as I enjoy being your mommers!

[this post was brought to you by the color purple, her fav]

I feel ACCOMPLISHED!

Was another lovely frosty morning here..

But sun shone through!

Now some people LIVE for Black Friday.... I am not a shopper but...

I went shopping!!

For DIRT!

My mission today.. fill and seed ruts...

and re-chip the walkway~

Fairly deep ruts... Got a 1/2 yard of compost...

I need to win the lotto and buy myself a little bucket loader...

shoveling SUCKS!

Have a bit left over...now I need a project!

Nice earthy stinky compost...mmmmm

Second load... a yard of chips for the walkway~~

My sweeties playing... through my seeds! Eeekkkk

[At least the cats haven't discovered the fresh dirt..yet]

All filled in and seeded... I splurged and got a tamper...

Excellent decision~~Fingers crossed!

Last of the chips, just in time too~~

getting dark and my body is telling me I'm flucking OLD~~

Empty trucks are a thing of beauty...

I think I'll treat her to a nice bath tomorrow!

Pups are telling me it's their suppertime....getting dark.

I didn't get the walkway done but tomorrow is another day~~

Guess it's time to go do dishes...

washing my hands didn't get it all out.

Well it's time to go raid a few leftovers

[what little the cult left me] and watch "Elf"!

I think I may see a long hot bath in my future....

Pie Noon~~~

It was a chilly Thanksgiving Day morning at Casa del Cheese!

Woke WAY too early [3:30 am] and couldn't get back to toasty dreamland...

So....

I got up and started cooking!

Gawd I love this day!

I figured I could nap a little before the kids and clan arrived...

I was wrong but hey I can sleep tonight right?

I started to gather up the beverages for the day and take the turkey out of the ice chest on the deck.

Crap I didn't need to invest in ice for it that's fer sure!

Until about noon I didn't even need an ice chest for the drinks!

Heheheh as you can maybe see.... Puppies and Kittens were quite

interested in what the new items on the deck were...Paw prints in the frost gave them away.

Slippery greens~

Cassity was quite the helper directing driveway traffic..

What a valet!

Looks like a pup took a bite outta this fungi
Frosty!

My poor mums had seen better mornings
Pie Noon has become a family tradition... We have our dessert first...

It seems to taste better not having to fit it in between the taters and stuffing in the gut.

I made pumpkin and cinnamon apple pies~ lemon curd and pecan wee bite tarts~ and of course my babies favorite pumpkin rolls.

During and after pie we play cards and games and just catch up. This year I had 16 here so I'm afraid I didn't get much game playing in.. I was beatin' feet in the kitchen. You know I have to be busy if no pictures are taken lol.


The turkey turned out great and the stuffing was faboo if I say so myself!

I made a sweet potato pone... a new dish for me. It was the first time in the House of Cheese history that there were NO leftovers of a sweet potato dish... Rack one up for southern cookin'~~

Well the dishes are all done... the turkey is a carcass...

My family have all called and arrive at their respective warm homes~

I have my fuzzy warm socks and my 4 faithful furfaces at my side...Life is sweet and so is pie!

I wish you all a joyful and comfortable digestion~~~

Gobble Gobble~~

As we pass from one season to the next, the turkey or ham, sweet or white potatoes, don't
forget to pass the thanks and love. My children and I are blessed with so much love for each other and each of our friends, I want to thank you for allowing me to be part of your lives, and for your friendship and love!
Thank you and please be safe.

The House of Cheese

p.s Don't pass up the chance to catch the passes on the football field, and don't pass out from too much turkey and beverages...

I can't WAIT to welcome my kids gnome for the feast!!

Giggle for the day.....

A game warden was driving down the road when he came upon a young boy carrying a wild turkey under his arm. He stopped and asked the boy,
"Where did you get that turkey?"
The boy replied, "What turkey?"
The game warden said, "That turkey you're carrying under your arm."
The boy look down and said, "Well, lookee here, a turkey done roosted under my arm!"
The game warden said, "Now look, you know turkey season is closed, so whatever you do to that turkey, I'm going to do to you. If you break his leg, I'm gonna break your leg. If you break his wing, I'll break your arm. Whatever you do to him, I'll do to you. So, what are you gonna do with him?
The little boy said,

"I guess I'll kiss his ass and let him go."

I'm Even Thankful for Cluster Fuc*s!

Tuesday was a day to practice my patience and deep breathing. It was a day filled with frustrations... and joys!

I was expecting the carpet cleaners @ 9 and believe it or not they showed up a little before 8:30. I was not dressed so ran back and tossed on some sweats and threw the hair up into a ponytail. [Keep this info in the brain..it's a giggle later]

They came inside to assess what needed to be done and told me I needed to move a few breakables. I didn't know just how many of my amassed knick knacks were glass lol. After moving a lot of stuff out onto the deck [ty ty sunshine lords of the sky] the carpet guy said he didn't really want to drag his hoses the 50 some odd feet from my driveway to the house and could he drive up to the house. I told him that he had to avoid the septic lid area and that I often drive my truck up to the house through the yard. Brother says to me "I don't think this is a good idea". I should have listened!

Needless to say I didn't account for the wetness from the torrential downpours we have been having or the fact [even though it was a small van] the weight of his equipment.

He got about 20 feet from the driveway and spun out.... CRAP. I had the yard looking somewhat nice for a change. Then he tried to back up...CRAP. Well this is what it looked like after he had to call a tow truck to get him out.

Now I by no means have a manicured lawn but.... CRAP... Now I am off to the dump.... pick up meds for Annie AND go pick up fill dirt~ have one more chore... But he tossed in a nifty new doormat and a huge bottle of spot cleaner. After all I was partly at fault.

So it's now 11 am and I am about 2 hours behind in my things to do. I load up the pups and head to town for their holiday baths. I go to the do-it-yourself doggie car wash. With Annie's recent surgery no groomer will take her in so I might as well do them both. This is always a fiasco. But I am thankful my daughter is in town so she agrees to meet me to help. What a blessing!

We actually had a blast purdying them up and they smell soooooo good.

After we got them done I loaded them up and N and I head to Winco to do the big meal shopping. On the way to the store I adjust the rearview mirror to keep watch on the pups in the back...EEEEKKKK... I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It's at this point I realized I never looked in the mirror before leaving the house. I am by no means a slave to my appearance but cripes I was a mess! I also have realized I have on my big tall son's sweats. They are wet and covered in dog hair from the washing. Oh well I'll only have to face all the pre-Thanksgiving day grocery shoppers.

N stayed in the car with the boneheads and I ran in and did an amazing fast shop!

Found everything I needed in record time...even while hiking up my britches during the whole race... no need to expose my nursey white ass too. We stopped off at Taco Bell and got lunch to go then caravan back to da farm.

Got home and I have to admit... the cleaners did a FABULOUS job.

Just have to wait till the end of today to set some of my stuff back up till it's totally dry. Stepping around a lot of boxes lol.

I have laid out moving papers to protect the entry and dining areas from muddy paws till company all get here! [And have barricaded the dogs !]

But look how clean and pretty they are... I have to babysitting them on their trips to potty land so they don't do what dogs do best... roll in something not so sweet smelling.
I got my elaborate Thanksgiving decos up too! hehheheAs I was having my morning chat with SF today my silly Great White Hunter Squash was going after a jay in the apple tree... they had quite the conversation but in the end the jay won.....

That's the jay in the top of the tree hehehe

After the big feast I have to do some fence work... it's staring me down in the driveway.... Nice way to spend a week off eh?Well kids... it's pie and pumpkin roll day... well AFTER I go to the dump etal...
Time to make something faboo out of this pile-o-groceries!

Brudderly Wuv

Was a rainy, chore and family filled day...

Life is good~~~

Let's see ...

Is he a dog or am I a cat???

Return to Sender...

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:

Dear God,
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,
Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:

Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office.

1977 JC Penney

What were you doing in 1977

I for one was finishing school, getting married and making a baby in 1977... you???

Best e-mail EVER

[originator JV]

Last week I put an exhaust fan in the ceiling.

While my brother and I were fitting the fan in between the joists, we found something under the insulation. What we found was this:A JC Penney catalog from 1977.

It's not often blog fodder just falls in my lap, but holy hell this was two solid inches of it, right there for the taking. I thumbed through it quickly and found my next dining room set, which is apparently made by adding upholstery to old barrels:
Also, I am totally getting this for my bathroom:
There's plenty more home furnishings where those came from, however I'm not going to bore you with that. But I will share that when I was first married I really wanted that dining room set.... yes yes I do have a twisted past!

Instead, I'm going to bore you with something else. The clothes. The clothes are fantastic.

Here's how to get your butt kicked in elementary school:

Just look at that belt. It's like a boob-job for your pants. He probably needed help just to lift it into place. The belt loops have to be three inches long. And way to pull them up to your armpits, grandpa.

Here's how to get your butt kicked in high school:

This kid looks like he's pretending to be David Soul, who is pretending to be a cop who is pretending to be a pimp that everyone knows is really an undercover cop. Who is pretending to be 15.

Here's how to get your butt kicked on the golf course:

This "all purpose jumpsuit" is, according to the description, equally appropriate for playing golf or simply relaxing around the house. Personally, I can't see wearing this unless you happen to be relaxing around your cell in D-block. Even then, the only reason you should put this thing on is because the warden made you, and as a one-piece.

Here's how to get your butt kicked pretty much anywhere:

If you look at that picture quickly, it looks like Mr. Bob "No-pants" Saget has his hand in the other guy's pocket. In this case, he doesn't, although you can tell just by looking at them that it's happened - or if it hasn't happened it will. Oh yes. It will. As soon as he puts down his matching coffee cup.

Here's how to get your butt kicked at the beach:

He looks like he's reaching for a gun, but you know it's probably just a bottle of suntan lotion in a holster.

How to get your butt kicked in a meeting:

If you wear this suit and don't sell used cars for a living, I believe you can be fined and face serious repercussions, up to and including termination. Or imprisonment, in which case you'd be forced to wear that orange jumpsuit.

How to get your butt kicked on every day up to and including

St. Patrick's Day

Dear god in heaven, I don't believe that color exists in nature. There is NO excuse for wearing either of these ensembles unless you're working as a body guard for the Lucky Charms leprechaun.

In this next one, Your Search For VALUE Ends at Penneys.

As does your search for chest hair.

And this -- Seriously. No words.

Oh wait, it turns out that there are words after all. Those words are What. The. Hell . I'm guessing the snap front gives you quick access to the chest hair. The little tie must be the pull tab.

Also, judging by the sheer amount of matching his/hers outfits, I'm guessing that in 1977 it was considered pretty stylish for couples to dress alike. These couples look happy, don't they?

I am especially fond of this one, which I have entitled "Cowboy Chachi Loves You Best."
And nothing showcases your everlasting love more than the commitment of matching bathing suits. That, and a blonde girl with a look on her face that says "I love the way your junk fights against that fabric."
Then, after the lovin', you can relax in your one-piece matching terry cloth jumpsuits:
I could go on, but I'm tired, and my eyes hurt from this trip back in time. I think it's the colors. That said, I will leave you with these tasteful little numbers:
Man, that's sexy.

Yell~O !!

Yell-O !!!!

Oregon 35~ ASU 23

WOOOOT !!

UPDATE!

{for Mattm}

Ok MattM Just for you!

{Second in from the bottom right-

K is the daughter of one of my co-workers}

Horney Tramp......

This is why trampolines
are dangerous.......

[I'll bet the title drew you in!!]