Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, not even the hounds;
The stockings were hung by the chimney that night,
carefully placed ABOVE greyhound height;
The pups were all nestled on their Orvis round beds,
After a number of beads were removed-
just as Patti had said;
Douglas and I had just turned off the lights,
And had settled ourselves, to sleep for the night ,
When right downstairs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Straight down the stairs I flew like a flash,
Had Hero knocked over the tree, or gotten into the trash?
It was 50 degrees, and not one flake of snow
Weather like this, for Christmas just Blows!
I was surveying the scene, couldn't believe it was true,
When all of a sudden I heard a great ROO
I saw all these greyhounds, so lively and quick,
I thought it must be Jen,
- and could not be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles these coursers they came,
But he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Riley! now, Reagan! Now Katie, and Tamale!
On Set, and On Dan, On Gypsey and Cali,
On Hoover, On Dana , On Bruno, and Roxie,
On, Ella! On, Wilma, On Belle and On Beau!
On Sugar, On Remi and On Lucy and Omo
On Dana, and Seka, On Stacker and Julie,
On Peanut, On Handy, On Drew and On Allie,
I’ve missed a few hounds, and I truly am sorry,
But don’t you think that it’s time I return to the story?
So there they were, all these greyhounds; wearing Santa Claus hats,
Faux reindeer antlers, jingle collars, you know, stuff like that
I saw a great “greyhound bus” and it really is true
He was there in the flesh- St. Nicholas too.
The hounds were prancing and pawing, with little play bows
yipping and leaping and spinning around
When all of a sudden down the chimney St Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, but now, let’s be fair ,
who of us gets away without wearing a bit of dog hair;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
There were stuffies and greenies and Kongs in his pack.
His nose was cold and wet, and it shined like some “bling”!
And his droll little mouth was drawn up, like a great chicken wing.
The beard of his chin was white, please don’t forget;
It didn’t look, one bit, like a beige shag carpet.
He was chubby and plump, really quite cute,
And Hero greeted him with the ol’ greyhound salute,
Instead of some cookies and milk in a cup,
He got a dose of “Grey Goose” from our sweet greyhound pup.
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He said not a word but went straight to his work
He filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
But when he laid his finger along side of his nose,
I had to believe Hero let an air biscuit go
Then giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
Just business as usual, for St. Nick, I suppose
He sprang to his sleigh, the hounds got a click and a treat,
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove down the street,
"Happy Christmas to all, It’s getting quite late
Happy Christmas to all- and I hope it is greyt.”
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
So, Happy Birthday to my best friend in the whole world. (yes, Debbie gets second place;-) You're the best!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The same post has remained on my blog for just about a week.
This is what my living room usually looks like:
This is what my living room currently looks like:
Yup, you guessed it, that wonderful, magical, time of the year, of decorating for Christmas.
A time when my DH pulls dozens of dusty cardboard boxes containing tangled Christmas lights, garlands, wreaths, ornaments, etc. out of the attic, And then leaves them all in the middle of the living room, Waiting I believe, for the Christmas elves.
( Who, as everyone knows- are related to the sock fairy, who picks his dirty socks off the floor , washes them, and puts them back in his drawer)
Anyway, these Christmas elves, it seems, come in the middle of the night, empty all those boxes, put up all those garlands, wreaths, and the tree, and stack the boxes, to be stored in the garage.
My Christmas elves were the victims of downsizing apparently.
I have been waiting to blog till I have an AFTER picture to post. I do have some pride (not much, but some...)
One small problem
I have 2 kids home sick
I don't know which is the more difficult patient , the two year old or the 14 year old. But needless to say my decorating is going more slowly this year.
More alphabet soup
I leave it to you to come up with a witty phrase the best I could come up with was
Highly Opinionated a$$#*les
We received a "courtesy" letter today. Requesting :
1) that parents be at the bus stop with their children to supervise them and keep them quiet, because they are being too noisy. There is 1 neighbor who works nights in the neighborhood, and she has been complaining to the HOA because: when the 15 elementary school aged children stand on the corner (for no more than 15 minutes) they wake her up.
Now bus pick up time is 8:30 AM., not exactly falling during the time for any legal noise ordinance. ( And yes, I can see the bus stop from my window). Yet I am still supposed to bundle up my sick 2 year old and stand out in the cold with my 8 & 10 year old (these are not kindergartners we are talking about) to assure that she is not bothered for 15 minutes?!
(I wonder if the garbage men received a similar letter?)
And 2)the letter is a complaint because there are toys in our front yard. I kid you not. 2 toy dump trucks, a trike and a scooter at the time of the complaint. Goodness, obviously "Sanford and Son" have nothing on us. Good thing they can't see my living room.