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It is long past Thanksgiving, so I am behind on posting the pictures, but it got a little bit crazy over here right after Thanksgiving, a lot of things happened at once, and we are still trying to prioritize.

BUT – here are a few glimpses of Thanksgiving Day at Ross and Jolene’s house. Tomas was not happy with how his picture turned out, so he will turn up later when he is ready.

We also celebrated Jolene and Ross’s oldest son Sean’s birthday, he turned twelve a few days before Thanksgiving. He doesn’t have to wear a helmet when he rides his bike anymore!  Boo-yah!

 

Off we go, and, yes, it is COLD!

Off we go, and, yes, it is COLD!

 

Everybody is watching, and I am about to hyperventilate.  Swell.

Everybody is watching, and I am about to hyperventilate. Swell.

 

Grandma, who is renowned for her pumpkin pies, looks on.

Grandma, who is renowned for her pumpkin pies, looks on.

 

"They wanted me to have dusted under the bed??!!  Who does THAT?"

“They wanted me to have dusted under the bed??!! Who does THAT?”

 

"Got A Pen?  GET A PEN!!"

“Got A Pen? GET A PEN!!”

 

"I got you" "No, I got you first"  Nuh-uh, I got YOU"  "Did Not" "Did too"

“I got you” “No, I got you first” Nuh-uh, I got YOU” “Did Not” “Did too” 

 

Barb, Brianna, and Bill - Self-proclaimed "Always the Gracious Guests"

Barb, Brianna, and Bill – Self-proclaimed “Always the Gracious Guests”

 

Children Of The Corn - "Attack Grandpa!"

Children Of The Corn – “Attack Grandpa!”

 

Cameron, "I see dead people...."

Cameron, “I see dead people….”

 

Jolene, The Stuffing QUEEN!

Jolene, The Stuffing QUEEN!

 

Sean rocks the house with a "Black Sabbath" tune

Sean rocks the house with a “Black Sabbath” tune.

 

Grandma, Bill, Tomas, Grandpa, Billy, and Cameron, "More Pie, Please!"

Grandma, Bill, Tomas, Grandpa, Billy, and Cameron, “More Pie, Please!”

 

Ross, his mother Alice, and son Sean discuss chord changes

Ross, his mother Alice, and son Sean discuss chord changes.

 

Ross Williams - Chef Extraordinaire, musician,Renaissance man

Ross Williams – Chef Extraordinaire, musician, Renaissance man.

 

Ross and his younger sister Callie share a moment by the fire.

Ross and his younger sister Callie share a moment by the fire.

It was such a great meal, Ross slow cooks the Turkey outside with special wood – I have never in my life tasted such a Turkey.  Ross’s parents Alice and Bud were his right hand in the delivery and carving, Barb’s yam dish was gone before I had a chance to get there, so you can figure that one out. Jolene really is the queen of the stuffing, it was absolutely perfect, with no silliness added – you know when people put apples and raisins in stuffing? That is So wrong! I do not know who was responsible for the brussel sprouts wrapped in bacon, but it was a triple helping hit with me.

And finally, yes. Tomas’s mother, Mrs. H, really does make the best pumpkin pie I have ever tasted.

Besides the food, Ross treated me to a nip of his homemade Brandy and LoganBerry wine – it was so good, I have to admit I had more than a nip. Having become the “special occasion” imbiber, I knew I was in for a headache the next day, but it was totally worth it.

The overall best time for me was the company, enjoying Tomas’s family, and the quietly nice feeling of being welcomed in.

Thank you Ross, Jolene, Mr. and Mrs. H, Alice and Bud, Barb and Bill, and the rest of the whole crew for a great Thanksgiving.

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Yes, Bobby, it is. It all started out innocently enough, a little treat for Bobby the Crow, Bullet the Rabbit, and Vinnie and Vito, the cats. The Mafia Brothers, those two.

There was good reason behind it – bad parenting. Give each one their particular version of a Pop-Tart, so that Tomas could write without the brothers jumping on him every five minutes, and so that I could write without feeling guilty that I was not spending hours petting and playing, as much as I would like to.

Now, The Treat has become mandatory. It started out in the early evening, and has progressed to every ten minutes. I stop writing to go out and throw something together for the humans to eat (gasp!), and I have Vinnie winding around my legs, always fun until someone loses an eye, Bobby on his lower perch, where he can observe kitchen activities, glaring and pounding on it, and the Bullet down the hallway in my bathroom smacking his plate against the wall.

Vito sitting at Tomas’s feet, chirping and raising his big black self up to stick a claw in Tomas’s leg.

Okay.

Quick.

Bobby – give him a peanut.

Run to the cat food cupboard and grab a handful of the junk food dry (cat version of Cap’n Crunch), sprinkle some for Vinnie in his little sushi dish, sprint down the hall and leave the rest of the junk dry on the floor for Vito, hop over the bathroom door barrier and give Bullet a fast buffet of nuts, Quaker Oats, and bannana chips, then race back to the kitchen to check our food.

Bobby has finished his peanut and is glaring again, Vinnie has finished his sprinkles and is underfoot, and I am hearing a rather ominous sizzling on the stove.

And this is just the quickie, before everybody gets their last true meal and we call it a night.

Monsters. I have created four monsters, and in the process am losing both mind and body coordination.

I am so whipped. I am so owned. I am a slave, yet still cling to the idea that they belong to me.

I wish I could say at least they are not demanding an iPod or an X-box or whatever, but I am certain the digital peanut is being invented as I sleep.

Well, kids, enjoy it while it lasts, because things are going to change in 2008.

OH yes they are.

And to all a good night.

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