Merry Christmas!

It’s Christmas Eve and Patti and I are together, alone at Surf City. It’s extremely quiet down here with very few people in the houses or cars on the roads. The weather has been all over the map – rain storms through yesterday, today was beautiful, sunny and clear. We didn’t go out much except to Maxway just to buy some junk. The Christmas lights on the house look pretty good and I think I’ll leave them up for a while longer.

We’ll see Mom around 10 AM tomorrow and then back here to enjoy our last day before returning to good ole Virginny and work. Hopefully, next week will be quiet and peaceful in the office – I suspect it will be just that since most everyone is off, including the clients.

Jenny and Boe are in Boiling Springs, with Patti’s sister and her family. Who knows where the rest of the folks are but it’s not here with us. Patti Q is home alone which seems to be the trend for how she spends holidays. Ginger, Lynn, and Betsy are probably spending Christmas at home as well.

Anyway, Merry Christmas to anyone who reads this – likely only me.

Later,

BQ

Where's the action?

What a boring few days.  There is absolutely nothing going on but work, school, and sleep.  With the exception of my daily quest just to get up and down, in and out of the car or a chair without screaming, there’s nothing happening.  Hopefully, things will get better soon and all will be back to normal (“back” being the operative word here).  Anyway, life could be worse and Christmas is coming soon and that tends to make everything better.

 

 

Happy Birthday!

The guy in the red hat is having a birthday today.  Rumor has it that he’s about 39 years old but nobody can verify that for certain since his birth certificate is locked up in the National Archives Building, between the Declaration of Independence and the original version of the Star Spangled Banner.  Regardless, he’s dressed like a cross between a Three Musketeer and Mary Poppins but hey, that’s better than the birthday suit he wanted to wear today and we do all wish him a very Happy Birthday!

 

Nighttime Posting

It’s 3:15 AM and here I am grading assignments from one of my online graduate courses.  This will teach me to eat Mexican food close to bedtime.

Christmas Cheer Edition 1 - Fruitcake

So, here's a little ditty honoring the fruitcake or reasonable facsimiles thereof.

First the Fruitcake Lady of Jay Lenno fame: http://www.jibjab.com/jokebox/jokebox/jibjab/id/149182/jokeid/48257

http://llnw.jibjab.com/jokebox/jokebox/jibjab/id/294381/jokeid/80916

And now, for my favorite fruitcake recipe:

You'll need the following:
1 cup water
1 cup sugar
4 large eggs
2 cups of dried fruit
1 teaspoon of baking soda
1 teaspoon of salt
1 cup of brown sugar
lemon juice
nuts
1 bottle of whisky

Sample the whisky to check for quality.

Take a large bowl. Check the whisky again.
To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.
Repeat.
Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.
Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again.
Make sure the whisky is still okay. Cry another tup.
Turn off the mixer.
Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
Mix on the turner.
If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Sample the whisky to check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who cares?
Check the whisky.
Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.
Add one table. Spoon of sugar, or something. Whatever you can find.
Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner.
Throw the bowl out of the window, check the whisky again and go to bed.

It's still there!

Good to see the blog is still there. Christmas shopping is on the schedule for today. One thing I just learned is that panatone makes great French toast and, most likely, fattening French toast too.

This is the one and only first post to my blog

I'll start this off by saying that there is no plan or grand design as to where this blog is going but it's a cinch that this is where it starts. Like a train moving through the countryside, what you see will vary by what that day's ride had to offer - perhaps some humor, sarcasm or plain old bitching, and maybe even some enlightenment from time to time, but whatever it is, you can be certain that it's mine.