Keeping Track

Some of you have wondered where we've been, and the answer is: nowhere lately. Dallas is that kind of city. Once you're here, you can't imagine being anywhere else ...... so just like Rosie here, we don't stray.

In fact, one of us insists on sitting in the driver's seat sometimes.

Super Snow

Y'all know we live in Texas, right? And Texas is in the southern half of the United States, right? At least, on the map it is. Anyhow, we don't take kindly to sleet, snow, and ice. In fact, we can't cope with it ...... at all.

If y'all came down to see us for the Super Bowl, ya must have noticed that we panic when the temperature falls and precipitation arrives. What did you expect? We don't have snow plows. Good grief, we don't even have shovels. Our streets were impassible, our schools and businesses were closed, our power was rationed (rolling blackouts, anyone?), the post office did not deliver the mail, and is there no justice?..... the beer trucks were unable to get to the bars. You call this a Super Bowl? Has the Committee got no pull with the Weather Guy?

Sigh.

Lemonade

Sometimes ..... life is just a bowl of lemons .....

Mama Mia

January 29: my mother's birthday. Always a day for celebration.

All Steamed Up

My sinuses have run amok! The doctor pronounced allergies and recommended a neti pot and a vaporizer to accompany the antihistamines. Sounds simple, n'est-ce pas? Yeah, I know. You have to plug it in. And then, and then you have to fill it, empty it, clean it, sanitize it ....... and then, you discover it has spritzed "white dust" all over the room .... and then, you have to spend the whole day dusting and vacuuming and swishing off the ceiling fans and cleansing the window shutters and........

Oh, yeah. Thanks for asking. Not. One. Bit. Better.

One One One-One

Another year, another decade, another century ....... tempus fugit.

I was looking through the photo files, searching for an appropriate picture to illustrate the ringing in of the New Year when I stumbled upon ....... whoa .............what's this?! First thing, could we have ever been that young? Could anyone have been that young??? Second thing, the DH had lots of hair. Well, yeah, we both had lots of hair. Third thing, hasn't that look rolled back around? Think about it ...... the fake fur (aw, come on .... you knew it was fake), the cap, the tresses ..... everything old is new again..... And Joyce Carol Oates - isn't she still relevant?

But, let's return to thoughts of the New Year 2011. For most of us (if we're lucky), the holidays are times of celebrations, gifts, and feasts with friends and family. However, as the years go by, traditions evolve, things change, some of our loved ones are far away or no longer with us; and the holidays become tinged with nostalgia, as well as joy. We look back.

Fortunately, the festive progression, which begins with Thanksgiving, ends with the ringing in of the New Year. And we look forward.

May the sun shine on all of us.

Fah Who For-Aze

It is Christmas Day in New Zealand (they may be a small country, but Santa comes there first), and hopefully Mr. Curious is happily engaged in exploring the spoils of the season. Fortunately, we were able to witness his opening of our gift several days ago before Skype struggled and went down. Unfortunately, the Baby-All-Star's First Christmas Hoopla had to be postponed til next week since he and his family have been fighting a nasty bug that invaded North Texas.

That leaves the DH and moi , roasting chestnuts by the fire, with our pathetic tree ( and you thought everything was bigger in Texas) to celebrate on our own. Of course, one is never really alone at Christmas because memories of so many Christmases Past dance in one's head. So, my little elves, just like the Whos discovered: Christmas comes ... no matter what. May yours be filled with glee, not greed.