Merry Christmas to all...

Happy Ho Ho. Sorry I haven't written more lately - been busy traveling and such and it hasn't been a priority. On the plus side, I'm home for a while. Another plus? With all of the travel I've been doing, I've seen lots of military men and women. These soldiers, in whatever branch, do a tough job both here and abroad. It is nice to interact with them every now and again, and especially at this time of year when these kids are on their way home.

One guy I ran in to last week was on his way home from Iraq. He stated that he hadn't been home in three years. So, while my schedule has been hectic, these guys have been worse.

Merry Christmas to you and your families. Enjoy the time with your families, and please also keep in mind all those who can't be there in body but are always there in mind and heart.

Again, Happy Ho Ho and Merry Christmas. Bring on the roast beast and toys!!!

The Christmas Karma Train...

The two younger children spent most of today writing long, beautiful letters to Santa. The oldest? That child drew a pretty picture. Unfortunately, it portrayed mother saying: "BLAH, BLAH, BLAH" to two of her children.

Three guesses at who gets the coal...

The Christmas Red Ear Child...

Every night at dinner, the youngest has a tendency to talk rather than eat. This usually results in an ear twist until the child decides that ears are better used to listen than for grip.

Tonight, the child started singing about being the "red eared child"...

And so it begins...

I can say "Mitsubishi"...

There is a long standing joke in our family because my sister, no matter drunk or sober, cannot say Mitsubishi. However, my wife out did her (while suffering from "turple peeth") - she couldn't say "Hugh Heffner". Don't ask where the topic came from, but suffice it to say, the name took about 10 minutes to decipher.

It's all fun and games...

Till we're playing dice and the wife begins a "good luck" lap dance...on her mother-in-law.

Other fun happenings during the dice game:

Grandma: So, what was you for Halloween?
Youngest: What was I? What was I? (emphatic hand gestures) What was I?
Grandma: Yes. What was you?
Youngest: You mean what were I? As in what did I go as? You're from Michigan Grandma, you should be able to speak proper English...
Grandma: Yes. What was you?

"No gluts, no glory" (Thank you alcohol)

Which turned into:

"No glutz (as in butt), no glory" which then generated...

Middle: Grandma and I have the best glutz.

Wife: Show us your glutz, 'cause you ain't got much... (after a particularly poor showing)

So, it's all fun and games until you get a little too rowdy...