Saturday, December 20, 2025

Yeah...Today Makes 11 Months...

 

How are we doing???

 

Yes...me, too.


Since last we left Comb-over Caligula we've:

 

Bombed more boats...lost the ACA subsidies...capture two oil freighters...bombed Syria...watched the economy go to hell...saw page after full page of the Epstein files be completely redacted...saw in-fighting in the GOP...watched him speed give whatever the hell that angry speech was...tell us Congress doesn't need to know if he goes to war...

and so much much more..........

~sigh

 

People are quitting.

Tempers are boiling over.

MAGA are waiting to be told what to think next.

And 37 months until it is over.

 

One more month and we have survived the first year.

 

My happy thought?

We are all temporary.

Even him.

 

We can do this!

 

 

Saturday, December 13, 2025

Decking the Halls...John's Birthday...SNOW....And Week 14...

 

It's beginning to smell a lot like....York's Peppermint Patty????

 

...can THAT be right...

 

The tree is lit with hundreds of tiny white lights and festooned with red and white candy canes. At it's base a comfy red throw that Tux-kitty has already claimed. Fir scented candles...bright red faux poinsettia and candy-cane foaming soap.

Then, there was the oil.

To be mixed with cleaning supplies...it was Crushed Candy-Cane scented.

After dusting, I realized that the entire house now smelled a lot like York Peppermint Patty.

...also...now I want one...

Week 14 was brutal...both our teams lost and Indiana Jones got a season ending injury.

...more about this later...

And Kansas HAS to win on Sunday or we are pretty much out of the playoffs.

Then, Riley Leonard also got injured...so we were out of QBs.

THEN...we decided to hire out of retirement Phillip Rivers.

44 year old...has been retired for 5 years...10 kids...A GRANDPA, for godsake!!!

No.

I'm not joking.

So now...I wait for this week's game 15 with morbid fascination.

Rough Week.

John in the hospital Mon-Fri with lung complications from that damned immunotherapy.

...at least we know now that it could flare up for even 2 more years...

He is back on the Prednisone, and home!

Today is his birthday!!!


 "So happy to have my lap back, Dad!!!"

 We are going to celebrate after Christmas.

For this weekend we are hibernating.

It has snowed all day and is snowing tonight.

T-bone steak with all the trimmings...quiet...and football tomorrow!!!

 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

Love,

Carla


 


 Lachlan in the snow!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Update:

            And just like that our seasons are over and chance for the playoffs/Superbowl is gone.

 

Oh well...there's always next year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, December 1, 2025

Thanksgiving...Week 13...December...Snow....and Rubber Chickens!

 

"Let it SNOW...let it SNOW...let it SNOW!!!"

 


 But first...


 And this year we have much to be THANKFUL for!

Here is some of mine.

It is hard, with jobs and such, to get us in a large squirmy pile these days.

Tina had to work and several of the grands were missing, and Lennon was on the phone...but it was still wonderful!

I am thankful...and blessed! 

Now the holiday...food...and November is over.

Stowing the Fall stuff today...and tomorrow...up goes the tree!

 

"Not yet. Wait one more day!!!"

This year the color is Red with tiny white lights, and the scents are Christmas Tree and Crushed Candy Canes.

The weather cooperated, and we have snow on the ground with more headed this way!

The Week 13 Games for The Colts and Kansas were both dismal. Now 8-4 and 6-6 respectively.

The Colts may make the playoffs...but Kansas has little chance at this point.

 

Then there is The Chicken Guy...

https://youtube.com/shorts/O9T9sV7vkDI?si=5vnaly5JGfzpFcYm

The part, for me, that makes this extremely funny is that the guy who is doing this is actually a classically train orchestral pianist. He can play everything beautifully. Mozart...Chopin...Beethoven...

So...at what point in your life do you say

"Fuck it...I'm just going to play the Rubber Chicken."

Really.

 Off to a hot bubble bath and a nap...then to finish the house.

Love,

Carla