I bet we're the first street in Franklin to have one of these babies:

Isn't it cute?

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That's our next door neighbor's, Ken's, new Smart Car.

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We saw them several years ago in Holland, but they aren't all the rage in Williamson County (still home of the SUV but crossing over :-) ).

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But Ken is evidently an early adopter because he was willing to go to Atlanta to get one. He's from California, so he believes in recycling and other things that Wmson. Co. hasn't heard of yet either. I'll say it for the last time: I don't think they're very many in Williamson County if not seeing any others on the roads is any indication!

Notice who doesn't get to play? Bill said I could be the groupie.

More February Delights

Well, this worked out: having the boys' birthdays so close that we could get away with combining their expensive dinner out this year. We like to go to Margot's in East Nashville, a small chef-owned restaurant with a limited menu that changes with a decent degree of frequency. And look at the yummy desserts. Grant got the one on the right, and I forget exactly what it was 6 weeks later. But I got the one on the left because it was meringue layers and buttercream chocolate in the middle. Kind of light but decadent at the same time. The only other thing I remember is that I got the fish of the evening, which was skate. It was very good, but just take my word for it because if you look it up in wikipedia, you won't want to eat it as it looks like a stingray or an underwater bat. The waitress said it's what some unscrupulous places might sell as scallops.

You'll notice that in front of Margot's (looks like a dive, doesn't it?) is a little of the white stuff that we see so seldom in Nashville. How nice! After dinner we went back to Dave and Erin's and play that rock band game on the Wii that everyone (except me) loves so much. Erin is a regular Ringo Starr-Buddy Rich-Keith Moon-you get the point. And who knew that Dave could sing? I've never heard him sing in my lifetime until the other life. Worth the price of admission (which was quite a bit actually). Bill and Grant could play the guitars. I took a couple of mediocre pictures because the boys always yell at me when I photograph them. They probably have blogophobia. I can't say that I blame them, but I try not to say anything about them other than in passing. Haven't you noticed? On to Springtime now. It's March Madness, you know.

Saturday Night Smackdown . . . at the 7 count, but, then, who's counting? ME for one!

It's going to take a lotta $$$ to CURA our ACURA because she's'a pretty sick'a puppy after being smacked in the fanny last night on our way to Bridge Club.

This is the 7th time we've been hit since we moved here in 1991. This time was 5 minutes from home, yielding onto Cool Springs Blvd. from Carothers. Only the 21 yr. old girl (with her friend) in her 2-month-old Jeep didn't yield. She hit us pretty hard; her car did a 90-degree turn and sustained a pretty decent amount of damage to her front end (driver side door wouldn't open, etc.). When I originally got a cell phone, I immediately programmed every police force nearby into it and since we live by the mall, the Franklin police came within 5 minutes. It still took 50 min. to get us back on the way to bridge club. Lucky for cell phones, I could call our hostess and tell her why we would be late. Also lucky for cell phones, the driver called her mom, and she came to give her daughter moral support (hopefully not holy hell).

The nice thing is Bill had previously encountered a woman in a grocery store parking lot, resulting in a small, no-fault dent in the bumper of the Acura which we didn't want to pay for because it would have cost $1000 (since that's the least you can pay for body work these days). I had just said "wait, we'll get hit." So, last night, 1 second after impact, I didn't ask Bill if he was OK, I just said "well, you just got your bumper fixed." Not the best way to do it though.

But, we're in good hands, the girl - Kelsey Owen - she has Allstate.

A word to the wise . . . and you know who you are

• I got my hair cut yesterday at our favorite low-price shop, Great Clips, because we are so much poorer than our children (not) who would never get their hair cut there. Of course, I do appreciate it when they look good as they do when they have full beards or are clean-shaved.
• At any rate, this little story is about AML (acute myeloid leukemia) cancer, which her daughter had when she was 15 (she is now 23). As Wikipedia defines it:
• Acute myeloid leukemia (AML), also known as acute myelogenous leukemia, is a cancer of the myeloid line of white blood cells, characterized by the rapid proliferation of abnormal cells which accumulate in the bone marrow and interfere with the production of normal blood cells. AML is the most common acute leukemia affecting adults, and its incidence increases with age. Although AML is a relatively rare disease, accounting for approximately 1.2% of cancer deaths in the United States,[1] its incidence is expected to increase as the population ages. The symptoms of AML are caused by replacement of normal bone marrow with leukemic cells, resulting in a drop in red blood cells, platelets, and normal white blood cells. These symptoms include fatigue, shortness of breath, easy bruising and bleeding, and increased risk of infection. Although several risk factors for AML have been identified, the specific cause of AML remains unclear. As an acute leukemia, AML progresses rapidly and is typically fatal within weeks or months if left untreated.
• My stylist, Debby, told me they took her to St. Jude's and they believe that hospital is why she is alive today because in the year they were there she could have died 4 times. She went into remission quickly but then took 164 days for her immune system to come back. During that time she got aspergillus (fungal) infection in her right lung, which was lucky because you have three lobes on the right and only two on the left. So I guess they had to remove one. Anyway, my mom had an aspergillus lung infection a couple of year's ago.
• Another at any rate, MDS, myelodysplastic syndromes (formerly known as "preleukemia") are a diverse collection of hematological conditions united by ineffective production (or dysplasia) of myeloid blood cells and risk of transformation to acute myelogenous leukemia (AML). Anemia requiring chronic blood transfusion is frequently present. Myelodysplastic syndromes are bone marrow stem cell disorders resulting in disorderly and ineffective hematopoiesis (blood production) manifested by irreversible quantitative and qualitative defects in hematopoietic (blood-forming) cells. The median age of diagnosis is between 60 and 75.
• As thankful as we are to places like St. Jude's, and M.D. Anderson, and UCLA, who work so hard to save lives, I am so glad that we now have a president in office willing to make stem cell research available. Onward into the 21st centure - if the cure doesn't come from the United States, it will come from Europe, and with our economy at such a low point, we need any leg up that we can get.
• Obama, if fact, recently told Democrats at a private meeting that he will sign an executive order to reverse the executive order signed by George Bush in 2001 which limited embryonic stem cell research. He told House Democrats he wants to work with the House and Senate to ensure his executive order on stem cell research has teeth. "God gave us (the) power to make smart decisions to cure diseases, to alleviate suffering," the president said.
• I know that I have signed my driver's license to donate my usable organs when I die. I think that if I was a usable embryonic stem cell that no one wanted to parent, I would want to be a part of curing someone's disease. Wouldn't you?

Doggy Day Care - we get to be Granddogparents again today

Our baby Magi was returned to us last night. We just want to say thank you for all the amazing support we received from the community. We got tons of calls giving us ideas, advice, support, and potential sightings. There were even people who drove around looking for her who we had never met!! And then last night when the founder posted on craigslist we got even more calls and emails helping us put the pieces together. We may not have found her without all of you, so THANK YOU from the bottom of our hearts - and Magi's too!!!

That is the post that went out this morning on Craigslist.

I suggested to Grant last night that she spend the day with us, people she loves and who love her rather than home alone while he works and so she is here. She still wants to play ball but seems a little more tired than normal and has not played with Mojo as usual. Grant said she was smelly so we have given her a bath. That is the royal we. Bill is the bather in the family. I am the blogger. And now it's time for me to get something other than blogging done . .

All's well that ends well to quote my dad . . . by it was hell on wheels for awhile

Magi's Great Adventure

• This seemingly gloriously happy picture is located on over 125 posters stapled on telephone poles all over East Nashville with the words "LOST' and "REWARD" on it. That's because dear Magi left her new home on Thursday, January 29 at 2 p.m. when a mover left a door open and she said "I don't want to live here; I liked the old place." Or maybe she just wanted to explore the new grounds; and, when someone she didn't know chased her, she got spooked and ran and didn't know her way back home.
• Fast forward - I wouldn't care to guess how many streets searched, dire-dog-scenarios imagined, dog-finder/shelter websites visited, and prayers lifted up - to this evening at 8:30 p.m. when the phone call came that Bill and I had been awaiting. Except that we weren't expecting it at that moment for some reason except for the reason that that's just how those things always work, they come when you least expect them. Grant just said "All the glory be to God. I have her here with me." I just started screaming "Oh my God, Oh my God, OMG into the phone and finally, "get on the other line" to Bill.
• As much of the mystery that we may ever know is that she finally wandered up onto the right person's back porch about a mile from Grant's and about 1/2 mile farther north in the area that 2 people had spotted her in on Friday. Bill and I never hit that street although we looked in that area for several hours today based on the hope that the Friday spottings were correct. Grant said he must have gone up and down that street several times and even turned around in the man's driveway once. I really wish we had just to see if we would have found her. Or if she was still in hiding. Which she may have been based on no more sightings on Sat. or Sun. But, my guess is, she's not talking. Grant said there is more to the story, but he'll call us later as he had so many phone calls to make. This is true because when I drove around hanging flyers with him Friday, he had tons of phone calls from friends calling to see what was up with the dog search. Don't these people have to work, I wondered?
• The thing I'm waiting to have answered is that he said he got a call from a friend who said there was a posting on Craigslist of a Found Welsh Corgi. The listing said:
• FOUND: Female Pembroke Corgi Gentle; loves tennis balls; cuddles on couch; just wandered to my back door Monday; no tags; collared
• Now, we worried a lot about her losing her collar - hence her tag with her phone number on it - but never the scenario of just losing the tag. How did that happen? Again, I don't think she's talking. Also, I registered her as lost on http://www.petfinder.com/ and they sent me an email notifying me that there was a Found Welsh Corgi listing on Craigslist for a Welsh Corgi within an hour of it going up. Now, how cool is that??? I'm going to have to go on their site some more to see if they said they did that. I was totally surprised.
• All, I can say is that we all fear having lost children; well, lost "man's best friend" ain't no picnic neither. Especially when you really need your best friend.

A good-looking family

My youngest brother, his wife and 3 children. The one in the middle (and I won't name names here for privacy issues) just graduated from high school in this picture taken last May I imagine. She is now at college in Toledo. Ah, to have my family young again and to be paying those college tuitions once more. No thanks!.

From "there is no red America or blue America, but the United States of America" to Inaugeration 2009 and Happy Birthday David

Every 4 years on January 20th we have an inaugeration. But every year on this day, David has a birthday. This year he was 32. Good heavens! We celebrated on Sunday night by watching the football playoff games and getting takeout from our favorite Italian restaurant, Carrabba's.

This was an especially special inaugeration, needless to say. Not only has my candidate won - for the first time in YEARS, but also due to the significance of electing the first African American to the Presidency. WOW. Of course, during the time everyone was campaigning for him, the country was going to hell in a hand basket, so he has inherited the worst mess in my lifetime. So he has the dichotemy of possessing the nation's highest expectations in the economy's lowest point since the Great Depression.

As David Letterman, the late night talk show host, is always saying, the money is all gone, a bunch of old men have stolen all the money. Or, all the money - and I guess I'm talking house values and the stock market - was all a house of cards - or a house built out of straw - it wasn't real and it collapsed. All our earnings of the past 10 years are gone and who knows how long it will take to come back.

But, Bill and I voted for Ross Perot who talked some 12 or 16 years ago about the danger of the jobs going overseas and the growing deficit and no one paid any attention, but it made sense to us. So, when I hear people interviewed on TV talk about buying a Ford now instead of a Honda because it's an American car, I think, yeah, and do you know it might be made in Mexico whereas the Honda might be made in Ohio? So, just which purchase better helps the U.S.? It's not always so clear cut. Especially when the U.S. corporate executives are so often overpaid compared to their Japanese counterparts. And just what was Bush (and McCain) thinking when he told us the economy was A-OK just minutes before it wasn't? And what happened to Reagan trickle down? And an editorial I read by George Will that said there were more people moved out of the lower class into the middle class or something like that. Hmmm. This whole thing is sooo confushing. Well when I figure it out, I'll get back to you.

But, as usual I digress. Today David is attending the Vanderbilt vs. Univ. of Tenn. basketball game as a birthday present with his brother Grant. And Barack Obama is attending 10 inaugeral balls in our nation's capitol and then heading back to his new home, the White House. Tomorrow the task of digging out from the mess we're in begins. They'll be plenty of Republicans to argue with - all of the ones from Tennessee to be sure. Tomorrow I just have to go to the dentist for a crown and a filling. Ouch!

Buying Byers . . . the story of an Ebay addiction

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A recent personal situation caused me such psychic pain and sadness that I turned to Ebay and collecting Byers Choice figures to keep from thinking about everything that was bothering me. Was this dysfunctional or healthy (considering I couldn't take off for our home in the Hampton's). It's sort of like the recent government Wall Street bailout. When people say, "well, that didn't work" the government's response is "well, you don't know how much worse off we would be if we hadn't done it." So, while I still have been sad, I think it distracted me to an extent. Who knows? If I hadn't spent a couple of weeks doing this, I might be in the looney bin by now. See, coulda been worse.

I will take the fifth on the number I bought, but I decided to stop before Bill got really perturbed. As it was, he was just annoyed. But, I've never been "tough" and when life gets "tough" I generally don't do well. So, what are those healthy and unhealthy coping mechanisms we learned about in college Pysch I? Eating too much. Drinking too much. Crying. Being irritable. Depressed. Wanting to commit homicide. And just how much would therapy have cost? Probably more than I spent on the Byers and I would have only been told what I already know: there isn't anything you can do about the curve balls life throws you, except one day at a time, one step at a time, one deep breath at a time. Whatever you can manage. So, I save on therapy and have the Byers figures to boot.

I do sort of get addicted to things on my computer. Like Napstering during its day, digital photography, this blog, a page on Facebook, some games, shopping, and Ebay from time to time. Not to mention just plain surfing, finding interesting tidbits here and there , looking up information for people (still the librarian in me). However, THAT being said, additionally, I am stimulating the MADE IN THE U.S.A. economy because the Byers Choice figures are actually hand-made in Pennsylvania. Isn't that amazing? So it's an American arts and craft product and some one must support it! Even if they don't need it and said they'd never buy any more tchotchkes (yiddish for knick knacks).

Anyway, they've been arriving every few days or so, thereby double stimulating the economy by making sure the U.S. postal service has lots of work too. So, how do you cope when the going gets rough? And/or how are you stimulating this down-in-the-mouth economy?

Have yourself a merry little Christmas . . .

Left to right:

Dave and Erin, a lovely picture of part of a large nativity that graces the mantel of some friends of ours from our December bridge club party, and Magi and Grant from our Christmas dinner and gift opening party at our house on Monday night December 22. Dave and Erin headed to Atlanta on Tuesday night. We spent Christmas day entertaining my dear friend Mary from years together at the library and her husband, eating spiral-sliced ham and other goodies. Afterwards we played Scattergories and dominoes. Bill and ended the evening sleepily watching Letterman and Ferguson before heading to bed after midnight. We were indeed jolly old elves!

Ann Helen (DeLanghe) VandeWater . . . June 3, 1915 - December 21, 2008

• I wanted to post yesterday that Bill's mother died on Sunday, December 21 at 2:00 a.m.
• We were going through some pictures and found this lovely picture of her that we had never seen before. Wasn't she beautiful? I took this photo on my camera using sepia settings (that I just found) since the picture was probably taken around 1935 and included the figures from our Christmas nativity because she was a devout Catholic so it seemed appropriate.

When she first move her, she lived in Nashville in a high rise one-bedroom apartment with meals provided. Then we moved her to a studio apartment on Cool Springs Blvd. closer to us as she got older and finally to a nursing home also in Franklin. While here she progressed from cane to walker to wheelchair. Her mind gradually deteriorated. She had a terrible time adjusting in the years after Bill's dad died (1973) since he had done everything. But while in East Moline there were relatives to help out, mostly Rink Olson, her sister's husband, until he died, and then Mary Ann Lapaczonek, her niece by Cy's sister Toots. And then, of course, us. But the Belgian relatives and all their descendants, who are about as Belgian as we are, are all great people, and Bill and I look forward to seeing them again at the funeral.

Bill had taken a trip with his mom (by plane) back to East Moline, maybe 6 or 7 years ago, so that is the last time she was there. Together they visited Ann's remaining sister Helen (she had 4 sisters and her poor father was a farmer named Achiel but called John in America) and nieces and nephews. What I meant to imply was that her father probably wished for a boy to help with the hard work of a farm.

Ann definitely lost her hearing, but she never lost her smile. She lived 93 good years and died peacefully with no pain in her sleep of plain-old, old age.

Her funeral will be in East Moline in January, I believe the weekend of the 10th.

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A plug for our Late Late Night boy

Bill likes Craig Ferguson because he's funny. I like him because he's sexy and funny, and I believe I said that in the right order. He's coming to TPAC (TN Performing Arts Center) in Jan. but I don't think we'll pay 100 bucks to see him as a little speck on the stage when we can see him for free every week night for free. For real. In reading the blurb on him, I thought I'd post this because I promise this will be a funny book. I don't know about the novel. Really: In April 2006, Ferguson debuted his first novel entitled Between The Bridge and The River, which became a critically acclaimed bestseller. Since coming into his own on the The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson and winning his first Emmy nomination in 2006, Craig achieved a personal milestone in February 2008 when he was sworn in as a US Citizen. Soon after, Craig hosted the White House Correspondence Dinner, where critics raved of his witty and comical deliverance speech to the 3,000 attendees who included political journalists, celebrities, and Washington's power players. In Fall of 2009 Harper Collins is set to publish a memoir by Craig Ferguson American On Purpose - a moving and achingly funny memoir of living the American dream as he journeys from a small town in Scotland to the entertainment capital of the world. American on Purpose reads as if Ferguson had snorted Angela's Ashes," says David Hirshey, Senior Vice President and Executive Editor. "It will make you laugh, cry, and sing The Star Spangled Banner with a Scottish burr."

Tennessee is not Palm Springs, but it's not Northeastern Ohio either

• My Christmas card had a picture of several poinsettias and a pansy on it this year, which may seem odd in a traditional Currier & Ives sense. Pansies and a one-horse open sleigh - hey? Well, one of the most odd sights for me when we moved here from Ohio in November 1991 was that people planted pansies in the fall and, in fact, they are blooming in my "garden" currently.

• I always use the term "garden" loosely since I love love love gardens, but I don't love love love to garden. And I don't fertilize enough, so to have 3 pansies blooming at once is a rare treat.

• But I never tire of the sweet faces on pansies and the many colors. I'm like a kid in a candy store when the pansy flats are at Lowe's and Home Depot. (See, I don't even go to the proper garden stores or nurseries, mainly because there aren't any near to me.)

• All that to say while we had the lovely snow the other day, today we tied the all time high of 73 degrees for Dec. 19. Of course, the high for Sunday when the boys are going to the Titans game is predicted to be 38 degrees so that's how it goes around here. I was able to get out for 2 walks with Bill and Mojo today because when it is too cold it aggravates my face pain too much. Sad, but true, exercise in general aggravates it.

• Well, time for David Letterman and after that Craig-yum-Ferguson. Late night laughter is the best medicine of all! Right after pansies blooming in December on a spring-like day.

Doh! or in Matt Groening's case: Dough$$$

I meant to post this yesterday since December 17, 1989 was the first episode of the Simpsons, an episode called Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire. There's no reason to believe the 20th anniversary won't be rolling around next year of this phenomenally popular 6th grade - adult cartoon comedy hit. It (well, House and Dancing with the Stars) is the only show that is constantly TIVO'd at our house (recorded in case you might miss an episode or even a rerun). Must be a male thing because while I recognize the cleverness of the writing, I just sometimes get too much Homer.

At any rate, if you love the Simpsons and want to get ready for your 20th anniversary party (which you might want to hold in some other month than the one Christmas is in), the website to find out all things Simpson's is http://www.snpp.com/ (Springfield Nuclear Power Plant). The picture in the upper left shows the Simpsons as they first appeared on shorts on The Tracey Ullman Show, also on the Fox Network in 1987. "Wikipedia it" if interested. :-)

We'll probably be watching the Simpsons on Christmas . . . sigh. I'll let you know. This may not be our best Christmas anyway. But it will be Mojo's first Christmas. We're so pathetic we're even thinking of decorating him. Tastefully.

From our house to your house . . . even though I know it's trite

Rare photos

Bill and I got home from the party around 11 p.m. on Sat. night. Lucky, Dave and Erin's large Lab mix, and Grant's Corgi had been left alone in the house and - surprisingly and pleasantly - the house was still in one piece. We had put Mojo in his cage in our bedroom with the door shut because 2's company and 3's a crowd, and when we released him the dogapalooza began. It was wilder than the Frank Sinatra party, and since that was the first time it had been held in conservative Wmson. Co., i.e. not Nashville, I was willing to bet that the kids would come home and tell me that the cops had made a visit to their party. After all, there were tons of people there who were all destined for inebriation. Maybe it was the loud sounds of Frank Sinatra - and not something like Coldplay - music coming from the house that confused the neighbors. At any rate, my kids drove in at the (un)reasonable hour of 4:30 a.m., which was better than not at all. Magi, Lucky, and I were very happy. Bill, of course, was asleep.

• But, back to releasing Mojo, who knew his two dog friends were in his house. He may be the smallest dog and the youngest dog, but he's definitely - I'm sorry to say - the biggest pain in the behind. He picks on Lucky constantly. Lucky - bless his heart - never gives ground, but never shows aggression either. He's about 4 times as big as Mojo after all. Mojo dogged Lucky and Magi till we were exhausted from trying to be the alpha dogs.

• Anyway, by midnight, we were ready for bed and a doggy tranquilizer for Mojo. Which we don't have. So, we just turned out the lights and had to listen to him to whine for about half an hour before he gave up. And he never whines when we put him to bed. But, again, his friends (one at a time) were still outside that bedroom door, no doubt having fun without him. What a "tail" of woe.

• The next morning Dave made scrambled eggs and English muffins for us (don't know what this is about, but when trying to wake up Erin, first he calls out, "Isabella" and then "Trixie"). Grant and Magi left by 11 a.m. as he had an appt. to talk to his pastor, and Dave and Erin stayed and we talked till about 1 p.m.

So, all in all, a groovy birthday. I try to never brag. Not that I have anything to brag about any more. But, I'm setting this down in print so that if I read this when I'm 81, I'll say, whoa, man, cool. I can't tell you how many of the "boys" and "girls" at the party told me I looked good. I hadn't felt that good about myself in years. When I'm 81 I might just read this and think how self-indulgent this post was, but for today I just think what a birthday gift that was. :-)

We cleaned up pretty good

• Friday night, a day after my birthday, was the night we chose to get together for my birthday dinner at Sperry's in Franklin. It was a first for all of us, and I was particularly impressed by the lovely stained glass ceiling in the foyer, pictured in the center photo. Since the yearly Frank Sinatra party followed at the kids' friends house in, as luck would have it, a neighborhood next to ours, we headed to that around 9 p.m. after dinner.

• But before that, three of us dined on medium-ugh-rare filets, Dave on lamb, and myself on the halibut oscar. They then served me a piece of strawberry cake, one of their 3 signature desserts, which could have fed the whole table, since they knew this was a birthday celebration. This was one of those expensive al a carte steak restaurants, but with a strange kickback to the 80's - your entree came with a salad bar! And some of the dressings were ones I hadn't seen in awhile: traditional blue cheese and a red blue cheese and green goddess dressing. I asked the kids if they knew of green goddess dressing and they had never heard of it. I wasn't sure what was in it so I researched it (I actually thought it had either cucumber or avocado in it):

This creamy, herby dressing was invented at the historic Palace Hotel in San Francisco in the 1920's in honor of William Archer's hit play The Green Goddess. It enjoyed great success, especially in California, for decades and, in our opinion, is worth a revival. Yields: 2 cups Ingredients: 1 cup Traditional Mayonnaise 1/2 cup sour cream 1/4 cup snipped fresh chives or minced scallions 1/4 cup minced fresh parsley 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice 1 tablespoon white wine vinegar 3 anchovy fillets, rinsed, patted dry, and minced salt and freshly ground pepper to taste Stir all the ingredients together in a small bowl until well blended. Taste and adjust the seasonings. Use immediately or cover and refrigerate.

So, the next time, you're at a restaurant and they have a salad bar and green goddess salad dressing, try it and let me know how it is. I went out on a limb and chose the regular bleu cheese.

Oblong Thing with head and Mojo's First Snow . . .

The halls aren't the only thing decked . . .

• We usually cover our 3 Christmas tree-shaped Hemlocks with green lights and then put colored lights on top of that to make them look like an indoor Christmas tree. I'm using the royal WE here because of course I am referring to the Royal Sir William, the 33rd King of the Belgium House of VandeWater, which, again of course, means "of the water" or "full of water"; and I'll let you take it from there. Suffice it to say that Belgians love to drink beer. However, that being said, I gave him the Royal Dispensation this year to do only One of the trees (since he's retired) and we bought those little goofy-looking snowpeople instead.
• But, Holy Fake Snowpeople, Batman! It then really snowed! A couple of inches on Friday. Making the lights and yard and everything look so beautiful. As you may know, it seldom snows here, making people unsure of just why they are driving their big SUVs most of the time. Much less Hummers. The children across the street were cute as they built a snow dog? horse? reindeer (but no antlers)? oblong thing with head? You be the judge.
• I know it's hard for my northern relatives to sometimes appreciate snow, but when you don't have it - like everything else - you miss it! We usually, if we are to have any nasty wintry weather, have ice. Would you rather have that instead??? Ours was melted from the roads by Saturday, however. I hated to have to tell you that part. Truly.
• P.S. It was Mojo's first snow.

I'll get the front vandyview tomorrow night if it kills me

Two browns and a grey. Two tans. Those are the dogs. But I am now the only person in my family WITHOUT a full beard. From time to time Dave and Grant have had various configurations of facial hair. But I think this is definitely a first for all 3 at once.

The occasion for the visit last night was for Grant to install our new receiver in our home theater system. He has the same one so it was pretty easy for him. And I know how to get it to play my CDs and turn the volume up and down, so I'm set.

Magi came over too, so the Corgis had the usual dogathon. The above candid is amazing in that 4 of the 5 are standing relatively still. Today is my birthday (60-ugh-01), but tomorrow we are going out to dinner at Sperry's before we go to the Frank Sinatra party. It's being held at a friend of the boy's who lives one short walk from us, so they are going to crash at our house after. Sperry's is one of the few restaurants in Cool Springs that takes reservations. I'll try to get some nice frontal beard views then. Who knows? Maybe the beards will be gone by then.

The picture on the left is of Mojo after the dogathon. He's a little tired. Take a look at that tongue. There's some serious panting going on!

It reminded me of the horse of a different color

What will those Chinese come up with next? This little snowman ornament cost $1.99 at the ubiquitous Walgreen's and has a tiny button on the button on the bottom that you can activate so that the snowman turns not just the green, white and red pictured above, but blue and purple too. Since we have all white lights on our tree, he stands out like the horse of a different color in the Wizard of Oz, my favorite movie. So, if you like it, and the idea that you could have an ornament on your tree reminiscent of The Wizard of Oz without paying some outrageous premium for a trademarked, licensed Dorothy with a basket of holly or Toto with a Santa Claus hat, then this is the ornament for you. And if my Walgreen's has it, then your's undoubtedly will as well. After all, it is the McDrug-Grocery-Clothing-Holiday-Gift-Sundry store presently populating the planet. In fact, they are so obnoxiously ubiquitous that I had vowed not to shop at the new one built at the bottom of our hill (that we really should walk to) when it first opened. That lasted about a month. Now we go to the library, the grocery, the gas station, and Walgreen's, with a few side trips to Lowe's or Home Depot. And, I've actually come to look upon Walgreen's as the five and dime's of the 50's and 60's. And that's not a bad thing, I guess.

But, back to the ornament. While one's eye is uncontrollably drawn to this bold and mutable snowman, it is not my favorite ornament by a mile. I'll snap a couple of pix of my, say, 3 favorite ornaments tomorrow and post later.

Meanwhile, what are the favorites on your tree? Go ahead and post a comment; I'd love to hear from you. Where did they come from? Why are they meaningful? How long have you had them? Don't be a scrooge - leave a comment!