By the Way: Woh - oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

maybe the lyric of the song I should refer to is " Woh - oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?" Are you? Think about it and answer me. I try. Real hard. Not to answer me, but to be kind. I try to follow the golden rule. It kills me about all these "Christians" who quote the bible but do not follow the golden rule. Just had to get that off me chest.

Anyway I've been busier than a blue-assed fly and lazier than furniture, but kind as possible. I'll let the photos do the talking than put in a wise-ass remark where applicable.

Who stepped on Bryce's laptop bag?

The evidence pointed to a guilty-looking Jack.

Although he pointed to the cat who was locked-out at the time in question.

The bath at Wag n' Wash was not punishment for the dirty paws, however I didn't feel sorry for him.

We went to a few holiday parties including the Perran's fab party. That was fun and the noel socks that Noel wore and the tequila shots came out.

Mags and I went out shopping and stopped at Kohl's to look at shoes.

Who ta fuck wears this shit?

She reminded me not everyone shares are impeccable taste in fashion.

These metalic numbers were a steal at $6.99, NOT. Maybe for a joke.

One of her favorites was the faux fur cave-man vest cinched at the waste with a plastic trash-bag-like belt. She wanted me to buy this as a joke but $20 is too expensive for a joke. I guess I may have worn it maybe for a job interview for a miner or a nordic bar maid.

We had a wind storm last week. It took out some tall trees.

It also took out this Safeway truck. When I was shooting this I almost could not stand up, due to the wind, of course. I guess it was about 70-80 mph.

Took Maggie to her violin lesson. She is getting soooo good. Practice does help. I guess I should practice my guitar.

We made some Christmas cookies. They weren't as good as last year's. But the love was there.

Almost peed my pants we were laughing so hard when we decorated these. I know the shear mention of urine and cookies does not go well. Sorry, but these ginger bread men looked more like mister Bill and Jason the hockey-masked murderer than ginger bread men. Maybe they are like clowns. Inherently evil. Think Hansel and Gretel.

We had a Christmas eve eve get together. Mags hung out with the cat and read.

Good food and friends.

Jack and John wrestled. John woke up with a large bruise on his arm from it all. So I guess Jack won the match

You know it was a good party when we put the table on the couch to dance.

We got together with our neighbor's Christmas eve. One has to wonder why no photos of their wonderful daughter opening gifts. Sorry that's a FAIL.

Mags and Jack opened gifts Christmas morn. Jack got the most gifts by far. It was like having a little kid around.

Bubba got an office chair and other nerdly goodies. He was very sick for the last two days with a cold and fever. He's feeling better. I was scared because he just slept for two days. I was haunted by the thought of meningitis or other terrible things that could take a kid out.

Greg burned my $60 spa gift certificate that my generous friend Sharon bought me. He threw the shirt box it was in in the fire out back thinking it was empty. Yes, I was mad for awhile. But no sense in making Christmas ugly. The spa will honor her receipt. But that was a Christmas foul.