Trip to Angevine Tree Farm

Our Sunday started out with decorating the inside of the house and those pics will come later. But just as planned, we were off to get our Christmas Tree at Angevine Tree Farm in New Preston, CT. And Mother Nature approved. Beautiful sunshine and clear skies and warm temperatures.

Searching high and low for the perfect tree.... slim pickings in the fields this year. Seems like they may need to close for a few years to let the little ones grow.

What a View!!!!

And again... I hate the new blogger editor!

Thanksgiving Recap

When I arrived at my mom's, one of the first things I noticed is the newest fad in gathering corn out of the fields!!!! If you didn't already know, my mom is now neighbors with the Amish. In the field next door, the Children of the Corn come out at night. Scary? Yes. More at night, than during the day.

Thanksgiving Day started like every one before that.... mom feverishly cooking, getting plates, silverware, platters, etc ready. We setup the tables, set 27 place settings (at one point, we had 32 people at the house ), and people started to show up by Noon.

Dinner isready!

And can't forget about the desserts!

And who can have Thanksgiving without snow? We can't!!!!

Not much fell but still arrived on schedule!!!!

Made it back to CT safely. Sunday, we will be decorating the inside of the house and going to our favorite tree farm to search for our perfect Christmas Tree.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Thanksgiving Comics

He does it again!

4 Time Champion - Makes History - Go for 5!!!

Picture Game

Leave it to my mom to find a mistake on the damn holiday picture. Again, the new blogger editor is driving me nuts. See if you can find the mistake.

Blogger Posting

To all those other folks who blog using blogspot... who else hates the new Compose setup?
PICK ME PICK ME!!!!   Can't work with images at all!!!! UGH!

Ready for the Holidays

Well, we are ready for the holidays. Well, from the exterior of the house anyway. Jay got a good head start this year at making sure we had bulbs, lights, and a new wreath. Bunny even joined in this year. Without the snow to kind of show off the lights, the pictures are the best thing in the world. But hope you can make it out.

Friday the 13th

It doesn't come around very often, and if you probably thought about it, its no different than having the Thursday the 12th (ooooooooooooooooooooh) but we sometimes double think our actions on a day like today.

• No stepping on cracks. Cause god forbid you break your mothers back!
• Stay away from ladders all together!!!
• And if that damn black cat crosses your path, turn around immediately. This is something I do anyday.

The phobia around the 13th is a cousin to triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number 13. Even today, the Otis Elevator Company knows better than to include a button with a 13 on it in elevators all over the world. The supposedly unlucky number is the reason behind the explosion of Apollo 13, which took off at exactly 1:13 p.m. (1313 military time) on 4/11/70 (digits that add up to 13, naturally). This even makes people change their current travel plans today if they see flight numbers or flight departures with any association with 13. 


Anyway.. I am wishing everyone a good day. Good luck, and watch out for those cracks in the sidewalk.

Short Story

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of

their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as 

the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list.. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most 

of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The 

church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. 'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. 'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary.'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists.'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. 

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So  please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them today, don't wait. 

To all of Jason's, and my family and friends, god bless you all, and we love you.

and Santa and Mrs. Claus

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I cant believe it. The mall is already decorated. Ugh

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