maybe I'm just different...

I dunno bout you folks but I will be so glad when Halloween is over. Seems like this year it is scary everywhere you go. Now don't get me wrong, I love a punkin as good as the next person. After all you can make some good ole punkin pies with all that stuffsss from that punkin and that is some good eating.

I guess I am a Halloween Scrooge, but I ain't never got too excited over it. Sure we took our sons trick a treating when they were small, back when you didn't have to feel like the candy needed to be scanned before you lettem eat their goodies. We all know that the parents always slipped into their goodie poke and ate what we wanted. Actually us old folks could go like the kids do and we wouldn't need no costumes, but then no money would be made and that would be banned quickly.

My sons were not overly thrilled at the idea, but oh did they like to go to the fair. Oh me, oh my, how I hated that. I got out of it as often as I could as usually Jerrell and their papaw had that pleasure. Not too many years of the fair, we found that our frugile sons had much rather have money than to go to the fair, so Jerrell just paid them not to go. That worked out fine for a long time. Kevin always hoarded his money and Jeff was like his mama, lived for the moment and spent it like there was no tomorrow.

I do like the concept of Christmas as it is a day set aside for the birth of Christ and when families get together and have a good meal and just chill out. Now the present buying and the cooking I do not like, never have and never will. Of course early on in our marriage, Jerrell's mom did lots of the meals, but as her health faltered it fell on Moo to do it all. Jerrell has already been primed to know that he will be in charge this Christmas.

Thanksgiving has never been that big a day for us as we are still geared up and worn out from the hassle of the upcoming Christmas to- do preparations. We ain't no great big turkey eaters no how, so it works out pretty good cause I ain't hankering no turkey for Thanksgiving and turn around and have it again at Christmas. Now I know we are not the norm. Not at all, I am just telling you how its done here at our joint. I can eat turkey the first meal that is eaten when it is right outta the oven and after that it takes on a gawd awful funky taste that I just cannot like.

Since Kevin has been away from home for so many years he misses the foods of Moos and some things he never gets anymore. He always has loved BBQ that the fire departments have in the fall every year, so it now as become a tradition that we buy extra barbeque and freeze it for the now routine Christmas Eve meal. We just pick up slaw, buns, hot sauce and sit down and see who can eat the most and Kev usually wins that contest as he dearly loves it.

Kevin has missed only two Christmases at home since he has been gone. Moo takes advantage of that only in the fact that I may or may not have a tree and decorate. It all depends on what I feel like doing at the time. We have even had a few Christmases where we did not exchange gifts except for little Cynthia, as in my opinion Christmas and Santa and all that is for the little ones. She gets way more things than she needs, but she is a kid and Grandma Claudia, Grandpa Jerrell and Uncle Jeff wants to get Cynthia something for Christmas.
I hafta admit I do enjoy these times much more than the hassled ones.

Young and in love took precedence over common sense when we got married. Never, ever get married on Christmas Eve! May as well forget getting acknowledged for surviving all the years and the pocketbooks are empty from Christmas so you ain't gonna get no anniversary gifts. But that's ok, cause I ain't big on gettin no how, had far rather give. But it is something I would have done differently.

Easter was another sorta take or leave event. Oh yeah they had their baskets and eggs. Oh Kevin loved to dye eggs, but Jeff could have cared less. After all he didn't see no need in prettying up something that he knowed he won't gonna eat. I of course, just went along for the ride. We did only what and only to the extent of what the boys wanted to do. As long as they were happy, we certainly were.

Dunno about where you folks are, but the rains are a coming our way. I ain't real excited and for sure Roxy ain't cause she is a lady that will not drop her little butt in no wet grass to pee pee. She is a lady after all. But don't think she goes forever without tinkling somewheres. I shudder to think.

Hope all you good folks have a great day...until...



God Bless!