Thursday, November 22, 2012

thanksgiving, 2012

 Lydia is working on the table above.

Below is the little girl who was running wild yesterday while we got ready for the party.  Here she is, missing half her clothes, with food on the shirt, and snot dried on her face.   Dog hair was stuck to the snot.

Her grandpa intervened and said, "Come on Little Girl.  Time to get cleaned up.  You look like an urchin."

She did. It's true.
 Back to Lydia, carefully working.


 The eating began at noon.




These guys know all about the refrigerator in the office, and the Moo Jr.s in the freezer.  My sweetie said, "Come with me to the office.  I can't reach."  He brought back enough for the others too.

And these two, just too dang cute for their own good.  To Thanksgiving, she brought Cowboy Caviar and I love that salsa so much.   I liked it even more than the stuffing, untraditional as it is.

Here is my little brother inspecting Julia's barbie car.  Not sure what he's looking for, but we had a nice day, hanging out with his family and my parents.

 What is so funny?
Here we all are, photos taken my my parents.   There was some intense hollering at one point and the little table is about to be kicked over, but that's okay.

 These two:
Okay, up in Lydia's room is an oven from when the house used to be a duplex. There's a big sink in there too and some cupboards.    Anyway, Jay wanted the extra oven space, so he took food up there to cook, plugged in the stove and threw in the food.  Soon the house smelled like some kind of toxic smoke.



We ran up there, opened windows and the door onto the flat roof, trying to get some ventilation, and then we went looking for melted Barbies.  (Barbies had been stored in the oven, but Jay thought they were all out.)

John said he thinks this is a bad idea. Who stores Barbie dolls in an oven?

The Barbies in the drawers were perfectly cool, and in the storage compartment next to the oven.   But inside the oven, stench.   Finally he realized there was a sheet of clear plastic on the oven rack, melting.

It was removed, order was restored.   Weird problems.   Always with the weird problems.

But not these two, and not us today.   It was a beautiful holiday, as good as it gets.    love you all so, Mom

1 comment:

  1. One of these days you've got to move that oven.lol. Xoxox

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