28 November 2010

The Vital Character Trait Necessary For Survival During A Visit From The Lemon Stand Household...

Survival before, during and after a visit from my family 'en masse', requires a VERY well-developed sense of humor.  Our family is blessed a lot more than we deserve when it comes to friends and family.  I have decided that one of the reasons Kelly and I are still such good friends is the fact that neither of us can hear most of our conversations with each other.  Kelly's hearing is worse than mine and her offspring selective deafness is more well defined than my own, which is saying something considering the state of my own deafness. 

She has that special quality that makes our friendship work... What quality would that be?  Well, frankly, she can ignore me.  That probably wouldn't sound like a quality that is treasured in most friendships, but for us... it's necessary and it works.  You see, because she can ignore me, I get to talk ad naseum and she just seems to know when to nod her head or make a kind of non-committal sound that allows me the illusion that communication as taken place.  

What does she get in return?  Well, besides having my dulcet tones to use as the human version of a white noise sound therapy machine?  Ok, AND having me as an alternative to sleeping pills?  I'm not addicting, you see. Quite the opposite actually.  Just ask my kids...  Never mind.  Don't ask my kids.  They'd probably just throw me under the bus by describing me as some kind of caterwauling alarm system.  Just what everyone wants to make unwanted friends and neighbors (possibly even burglars) avoid your home like the plague. So OTHER than those things?  **shrugs** I have long suspected that she is really a closet masochist.  I haven't a clue. 

Although the ability to be able to ignore me is a plus, it really is more the fact that her entire immediate family is just a treasure trove of opportunities to tease and harass endlessly has a great sense of humor and the experience to know not to take any of us seriously.  The fact that our husbands actually 'get' each others humor is a little scary on occasion, but we all seem to be able to live with that.  The fact that all our kids respond to whichever one of us happens to be yelling at correcting them at the moment, should probably be considered a major plus too!

In appreciation for all of the above... I have chosen to not use any of the recent blog fodder material provided this past weekend to appear here on my blog... Now THAT'S a true pity that I am throwing away a lot of material that would have kept my white blog screen of death away for a very long time to come true love and friendship...
QOTD:  "Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have her nonsense respected."  ~ Charles Lamb

25 November 2010

Nirvana Achieved....

My brother-in-law's smoked turkey was amazing (as usual), my sister-in-law's gravy was incredible, my niece's spiced hot apple cider was delicious... my own broiled green beans were cold and my bread (although fresh out of my oven and steaming hot) were late arriving to the party... along with the Pumpkin Cheesecake.  (Still rubbing my very full tummy)  But the Nirvana that was achieved, in all honesty, was not the food (although it was truly wonderful), it was the time we were able to spend with our family.   I am truly thankful for this greatest of my blessings.

24 November 2010

There Really Are Only Two Words You Need To Know For Thanskgiving...

Pumpkin Cheesecake.  Ok.  "Thank You" probably should be first.  So.  'Thank You for all my blessings.' (yes, I know that was SIX words, but the TWO words screaming in my head are 'Pumpkin Cheesecake'... I know, I'm very ungrateful and shallow... I can't help it)  

How about I just say, 'Thank You.  Pumpkin Cheesecake.'No?  That still sounds ungrateful.  (and it's FOUR words, I know)

How about, 'Thank You for the Pumpkin Cheesecake.'?  That's still six words, but 'Pumpkin.Cheesecake.' is still is echoing in my head...

How about, 'Thank You For All My Blessings... Including the Pumpkin Cheesecake... from the Cheesecake Factory.'?  Sigh.  I know.  I'm a lowly human being... who is craving 'Pumpkin Cheesecake'...  'From the Cheesecake Factory.'  But I can live with my shortcomings when it's softened with the taste of Nirvana...  Believe me, I'll be thinking of all the OTHER things I am thankful for tomorrow... with every bite... of Pumpkin Cheesecake...

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night... (with dreams of Pumpkin Cheesecake rattling in your brains...)  You're Welcome.  (THAT'S two words... just sayin'...)

PS... Warning: Seriously.  I wish for every family and friend to be blessed with the kind of Thanksgiving I had as a kid.  The kind that Cricket and Porcupine described SOOOO much better than anything I could describe using the English Language as I know it.  Please drop by and read his post 'Thanksgiving Comes First'. 

22 November 2010

The Correct Response Here Is, "Yes. Absolutely."

Fall cleaning this year yielded some unexpected treasures.  Since the point of my blog has always been to try to find at least ONE thing in my day that is positive, I tend to write on notepaper, the back of envelopes, the back of receipts, paper bags and once on my hand.  Why?  Because there are days when finding a way to make lemonade is about as likely as seeing a teenager these days NOT showing butt crack when bending over...   So the notes are kinda like breadcrumbs I leave for my brain to follow.  So on a scrap of paper I had written down the following (I believe this was during the second trip to the sandbox for my husband)...

While driving to the store, Rachel suggested that we send 'Daddy' a box of confetti.  I asked her what she wanted to pack in the confetti?  
Rachel, "Nothing.  Just the confetti."  
Me, "Let me get this straight.  You want to send your father a box of confetti and nothing else?  You wanna make him cry?" 
**Giggling from the back seat (girls tend to do that a lot)**
Nicole, "That really wouldn't be as bad as if you'd put water in a vodka bottle and then sent it to him!" [I didn't mention at the time that their father probably would have preferred a Guinness instead]
**Laughter from the back seat**
Rachel, "What if we wrapped all his package stuff up in plastic and poured plaster of paris in the box.  Once it hardened, we could add a little hammer and chisel and make him work to find his treasure?" 
[Since Rachel is the most like her father, humor-wise, I thought this would have been poetic justice, but no, I did refrain from encouraging this idea (...but that was a really tough call).  Instead, among other things, we sent him a five pack of Jones Soda Turkey Dinner]
 
**Now I'M groaning loudly from the FRONT seat!**

Do parents REALLY survive this journey through the teenage years?  
Even if the answer is NO, the correct response here is, "Yes. Absolutely." 
**Nodding wildly with the look of supreme confidence**
QOTD: "Parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth." Peter Ustinov