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Merry Christmas.
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Merry Christmas.
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It probably happens more often than I think, but I don’t recall ever hearing about a marsh fire around here. There’s one going on near Tiki island according to KHOU.
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There’s one going on near Tiki island according to KHOU.
Did the alligators set it?
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Apparently the Knights of Columbus is now considered a hate group.
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I’m off to church. After years of doing one of the later services, it’s a first for the Gospel Singers to do the early Christmas service.
I’m just about done with ever doing the dreaded 11pm service again. Can’t stay awake!!! 🙂
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Handsome Son and LDIL are having a Christmas Eve thing with her family at their house tonight. I have somewhere I need to be at 7:30 pm. Sometime tomorrow morning they are coming to our house for a bit to exchange Christmas presents and pleasantries.
I had the choice of going to mass at 5 pm today, midnight mass, or 10 am tomorrow.
I’ve decided I’m going to 5 pm Christmas vigil mass this evening, which lets out at 6. I’ll pop in briefly to their house for a quick hello and hopefully a bite to eat. Make my appointment in Pearland shortly thereafter, and maybe a stop in again afterwards, since I’ve been told Mexican families tend to party late.
HS and LDIL are both late sleepers, so that’ll give me time with Hubby in the morning to have our Christmas coffee and (keto) cinnamon rolls, and exchange presents. I guess my son and his wife will mosey on down later in the morning.
Then, knowing Hubby and me, we’ll get started on party prep and house cleaning again. Maybe we’ll rest. We’re not the resting type. And the prep seems to be harder on us this year. Both of us are having to stop and rest our backs. Often.
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And here’s to hoping the family next door will show up before party day and tie up their mean dog before guests arrive. We haven’t seen them in days, and those poor dogs are left all alone again. The mean one lunges against his tether (at us) hard enough and often enough that he’s broken it again.
I keep throwing treats over that way, but he still acts like he wants to take me out.
Although he and the white dog both perk up when they hear the treat bag come out. Nothing like rustling plastic to change a dog’s attitude.
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Morning gang. I haven’t been out in the city in a couple of years, but if I recall, Christmas Eve brings out the best in crazies haunting the malls and tearing through piles of stuff that the retailers don’t even bother to try to refold and represent. Mayhem at its finest. You all have a great one.
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Just spent my morning coffee time on the back porch.
My backyard is a happenin’ place! It was in constant motion this morning: doves, squirrels, many blue jays for some reason, and a host of smaller birds like wrens and sparrows. There were a few cardinals and a woodpecker passed through.
It was good to sit back and enjoy God’s creation, and to give thanks for it.
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#7 TT
And the prep seems to be harder on us this year. Both of us are having to stop and rest our backs. Often.
You don’t have to string all those lights up in the curve of the dome. Let your guests climb the ladder and do that part for you!
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The only lights going up this year are on my 3′ tall, pre-lit Christmas tree.
Swinging from the Dome is not something I want to do any more.
Party keg or not.
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I hereby designate the Southern Poverty Law Center as a hate group and a bunch of back holes to boot.
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IIRC, calling something a “black hole” is racist.
Just a warnin’.
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Hubby is telling me to take it easy today. He’s so thoughtful sometimes.
Like that’s going to stop me.
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I think he wrote back hole as in backside hole as in the NY Mayo Stain.-)
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Mornin’ Gang,…is it still morning?
I went hunting this morning, well more like scouting, the game trails are nothing ike they were when I was growing up. I didn’t see a deer but I did see a pair of wood ducks heading to the pond, then later I went down there but they’d already left. They usually show at at daylight for an hour or so. 52 degrees up from 42 @ 5:30. -
OK Tedtam, share this heart warming story with Mr Tedtam;
Restoring Annie the Beetle for her owner of 50 years and counting.Kathleen Brooks remembers buying her first new car. She was 21 years old in December 1966 when she went to a Volkswagen dealer in Riverside, Calif., and left with a 1967 VW Beetle in ruby red, complete with white vinyl interior, upgraded exhaust and all of 53 horsepower. Total price: $2,300, with a loan of $28.87 per month.
Because of her red coat, Kathleen quickly named her car “Annie.” Soon the miles began to accumulate, driving around southern California, from San Francisco to San Diego, through jobs and vacations, fun times and illnesses. With repair and upkeep as best she could, Kathleen kept Annie on the road, through 350,000 miles and more.
In December 2016, Kathleen called a San Diego TV station with a question. Would they be interested in a story about a woman who’s celebrating the 50th birthday of the only car she’s ever owned? They were – and so was Volkswagen.
To celebrate this special owner and her unique relationship with Annie, Volkswagen offered to restore Annie at its factory in Puebla, Mexico, where the last air-cooled Beetle was assembled in 2003. The result was more than anyone expected.
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In October 2017, Kathleen allowed Volkswagen to borrow Annie for the restoration in Puebla. Before the tow truck came to haul Annie away, Kathleen wrote a letter to the people who would restore her:“Annie reminds me a lot of myself: old, faded, rusted, dinged and dented. Her hubcaps are horribly rusted, as they are replacements; the originals were stolen many years ago. Just like me, she’s slow going uphill and runs much better in cooler weather…
I call her Annie because she’s been in my life so long. She has been with me through marriage and divorce, the purchase of a house, my own business, several jobs, three bouts of breast cancer….
I can’t tell you how many people stop and ask me about my car! Kids love her and many adults start a conversation with “I used to have a bug…” Any time someone asks me if I’d like to sell her, I say “I’ll add you to the list.”
Puebla was built in 1965 to assemble the original Volkswagen Beetle for Mexico and South America. The last air-cooled Beetle in the world rolled out of Puebla in 2003, and the plant has built all modern-era Beetles, including this year’s Final Edition. It was the natural place to bring Annie back to health.
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We were talking around the dinner table last night, and I remarked how I used to go all out, totally obsessed with Christmas. Decorating, cooking, cooking, and cooking. Shopping, teasing the kids about their presents.
My, how times have changed. The magic and motivation died as the kids grew up. It’s just not the same, decorating a large tree by myself, instead of with my children. Without the magic of little faces filled with delight, it just isn’t the same.
But I do treasure those memories. I take them out and hold them in my heart, reminiscing and reliving them. So sweet.
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My theme song.
Heh.–I like the way the old fella on the right looks at him when he asks “where am I now?”
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Sob story of the day. Why weren’t these poor people returned to the spot where they crossed?
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Go Fund Me
Border Wall = $16M
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Sad.
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I saw a pair of Eastern Bluebirds this morning. For years my dad had a bluebird house on a post in the back yard. Last Summer one of Grandniece’s friends ran over it with the Mule so they just propped it up against the greenhouse. I’ve been meaning to put it back in the ground but haven’t got around to it. The pair of Bluebirds were real interested in it and I managed to get one fuzzy picture through the window screen. When I went out I scared them off. So now, I’ll have the birdhouse back up before dark. Oh and they nested in it pretty much every year.
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Just a drive by to say Merry Christmas and have an awesome New Year to one and all on the couch from us over in the lurkin corner.
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CbR! Good to hear from ya. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
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Tragically, I had to run into Walmart today.
I can report that they are making some really big yoga pants these days.
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#5 hamous
Cool. I always wanted to be an actual member of a hate group. -
#28 shannon
I’m in agreement with some comedian who said there ought to be an application process for certain types of clothing. -
Heya Cbr. Merry Christmas.
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The next new medical trauma crisis will be 250 lb. women passing out in public because their entire circulation has been totally constricted by too small yoga pants. They’ll be victims, have protests, form FATLIVESMATTER.ORG, go on CNN/MSNBC and blame the white patriarchy for letting them become morbidly obese.
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There goes Squawbox posting skinny girl pics again.
Merry Christmas all y’all !
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#18 Tedtam
🙂 🙂 🙂
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Yoga pants are not constricting. The pants would stretch to the point of invisibility before any real discomfort starts. For the wearer.
For the nearby bystanders, the discomfort would have started long before real stretching begins.
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I don’t know if anyone here has been following the Der Spiegel scandal, but it’s sad, stupidly funny, so ridiculous as to be unbelievable and outrageous, all at the same time.
The geniuses at Der Spiegel sent their star reporter to a small town in Minnesota where Trump won 62.6% of the vote in 2016. Der Spiegel is notoriously anti-American, leftwing and has the largest circulation for a weekly news magazine in Europe. The assumption at the mag is most Americans are ignorant, unsophisticated hillbillies who know nothing about the rest of the world.
The reporter arrived, discovered Americans are not like that at all, but decided to completely fabricate a story about the town – times, dates, places people. Two journalists who live there wrote their own article and published it at Medium.com. Der Spiegel has apologized, fired the reporter and has drawn fire from US Ambassador Richard Grenell.
What a clown show.
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Guessing this story in El Gordo’s #21 will sadly be repeated numerous times before January 1st rings in as the coyotes figure the holiday week will have reduced border patrol personnel due to vacation time. Hope that’s wrong.
Hunt down the coyotes and put them in the slammer as examples of evil ones.
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Nice to see somebody kicked out the goofy avatars and restored the sedate shadow ones.
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The assumption at the mag is most Americans are ignorant, unsophisticated hillbillies who know nothing about the rest of the world.
Fine.
But we’re not the dumbasses who surrendered our sovereignty to a bunch of pencil-necked queers in Brussels. -
I got three words for Germany.
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But we’re not the dumbasses who surrendered our sovereignty to a bunch of pencil-necked queers in Brussels.
What he said.
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I’m sure Texpat owns stock in the place I just went to… Natural Grocers in Georgetown. Every thing in there is organic. I almost bought a chocolate bar but I decided against it. The name of the bar?… Endangered Species. I wasn’t too sure how chocolate covered polar bear tastes.
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There goes Squawbox posting skinny girl pics again.
Thank goodness for small miracles. That guy typically posts from the dredges of the internet. 🙂
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Merry Christmas to Cowboy Rich and his sweet bride! -
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I wouldn’t own stock in any company based on organic food. After “Climate Change”, organic food is second biggest scam perpetrated on gullible, squishy know-nothings and leftists. Organic food is four times more likely to be recalled for bacterial contamination and also takes half again as much farmland to produce the same volume as traditional, modern practices.
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Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll I formerly CHALLENGE any Hamoustonian™ (except for perhaps Super Dave) to tell us what year their garage door opener was manufactured…………….. 🙂
One might think “what a trivial and completely irrelevant tidbit of info!!”
Au conTRAIRE Mes Amis!
I just graduated from the college of “garage door opener remote controller replacement” school – LOEWS *epic FAIL*
Home Cheap-O WINNER WINNER chicken dinner!!Do NOT,,,,,,,,,,,I repeat do NOT buy a “universal-BUT-this-unit-works-with-all-manufacturers-listed-on-package” !!!
Dig your heels in all the way up to your KNEES and buy nothing but the SAME ding dang Brand name as what the opener is!!!
This has been a Public Service Announcement!
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Well, we have eaten the first helping of our Christmas Feast 2018. I have made up 3 additional microwavable meals for each of us. Have some things left over to have for smaller meals: a few ham and turkey sammiches, a bowl of dressing + mashed potatoes, etc.
The GBC came out well, although after quite a few years of not making it, I wasn’t sure I would remember the proportions. But it was simple: add in all of the 3 ingredients. Well, for the 2 cans of French-cut green beans, pour off almost all of the liquid. All of the cream of mushroom soup. All of the small can of onion rings. I don’t like them mixed in with the soup, I add the onions on top after the soup and beans are heated almost to boiling.
And my final report: We were both too full to cut that peach pie, so will probably do that for the 6 pm Family Hour. We open presents on Christmas Eve.
So wishing a very fulfilling Christmas Eve and follow-ons from now to New Year’s, to everyone here.
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Get you a Porte-cochère and you won’t have to worry about a damn garage door opener.
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I thought Gracie went in the bedroom anyway.
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At the 707 Brittmoore house was an over sized two car garage. It had a single, wide, very heavy, all wooden (with glass windows all across the top) roll up door. From the deep dark recesses of my memory I now recall that Daddy rigged up some kind of crank & rope pulley system so that our 5’3”, 100lb. Mom could open the massive thing.
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#49 – She actually fits easily next to Betty-the-Crown-Vic-Copmobile with ample walkin room to spare.
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Unfortunately, then there isn’t enough room for Katfish to get by.
>>>>>>scram>>>>>>>>>>
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I’ve made an Executive decision.
Screw all this ham and turkey BS.
Next year Fay is making a giant pot of her chili. And I’m buying some homemade tamales from that Mexican lady.
That’ll be just fine with me.
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Christmas Eve mass on Channel 2 at 11:30pm.
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Just got back from Mass. The first Christmas Mass in the renovated church. Wasn’t sure I was in the right place. I saw white people there.
Saw some church friends and their kids. I use the term kids loosely because the children I knew have changed into adults and are getting all married and stuff. Makes me feel old. Dangit.
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♦ Mediocrity was not in the liturgy I attended in London last month. On the advice of a friend, I went to the Sunday High Mass at the Immaculate Heart of Mary, the church of the Brompton Oratory. The Oratorians use the Latin version of the Novus Ordo, celebrated in a non-fussy but dignified fashion and accompanied by an angelic choir. The experience reinforced my sentiments about worship. I don’t go to church to be confirmed in my spiritual mediocrity. A priest needs to lead a service of worship that aims high so that we can too.
– R.R. Reno
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Saw some church friends and there kids.
OOOOOOOh! Miss smarty pants made a grammatical error.. . . . . .
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Well, for the 2 cans of French-cut green beans, pour off almost all of the liquid. All of the cream of mushroom soup. All of the small can of onion rings. I don’t like them mixed in with the soup, I add the onions on top after the soup and beans are heated almost to boiling.
The canned green bean casserole of sorrow makes another appearance. That is one dish that is never served in this house.
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On this day in 1852, the first railroad locomotive in Texas was placed in service by the Buffalo Bayou, Brazos and Colorado Railway. It was named for Gen. Sidney Sherman, one of the owners of the railroad. The engine, believed to have been built by the Baldwin Company about 1837, had a top speed of about thirty-five miles an hour. It was purchased used from a Massachusetts railroad company and arrived at Galveston in 1852. The locomotive operated until 1870. After retirement it stood as a derelict until 1899 when it was scrapped.
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On the advice of a friend, I went to the Sunday High Mass at the Immaculate Heart of Mary, the church of the Brompton Oratory. The Oratorians use the Latin version of the Novus Ordo, celebrated in a non-fussy but dignified fashion and accompanied by an angelic choir.
That’s contradictory. The High Mass is Tridentine. Novus Ordo is the ordinary form of Mass, whether it’s in English or Latin. It is the Vatican II Mass.
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And for the conspiracy theorists, Novus Ordo means new order.
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Pope Paul kilt the blog.
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And for the conspiracy theorists
Ain’t none on this site is there?
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Cool. I always wanted to be an actual member of a hate group.
What do you mean? You’re already a member of three. Better check your white privilege, toxic masculinity, and hetero-normative bias.
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Night night all. I hear jingle bells outside, so it’s time to turn in so Santa can show up. Merry Christmas to all.
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Good Night Before Christmas Hamsters. Waiting up for the prancing and pawing of each little reindeer hoof on the roof to wish them bon voyage around the world carrying Santa and all those presents to kids everywhere.
We opened our Christmas cards to each other tonight, laughed at the funny ones and just hugged at the romantic ones, since this is our 54th Christmas together. Mariposa kitty always sends us a cat card, and we heard greetings coming from the mares in stable this evening at bed check. They do have more serious things to wait for out there overnight, living in a stable and all and waiting for that bright star to appear. : )
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Getting a break from the RV for the evening and spending the night with son and his family. Getting to witness Santa at work at the moment, it’s a buzzing place. 😀
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Merry Christmas to all this special morning!
Coffee is ready; waiting on teenagers to wake up and see what Santa brought them and then heading to the in-laws in Magnolia for the feasting.
Christmas/Santa memory…Mom always signed cards ‘from Santa’. One year, 4 yr old niece got thru unwrapping everything; looked at Mom and said ‘Mamaw, you didn’t get me anything?’ Luckily she still had a present in the back to give. She never did that again and we never let her forget it. Good memories indeed.
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Santa still only eats half the cookies and drinks half the milk. Apparently reindeer don’t leave droppings like they did when I was a young dad.
Merry Christmas!
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