Monday, December 29, 2008

Christmas at the Becks

Molly and Festus got Pigs Ears for Christmas compliments of their favorite Aunt Merri.
Of course we were enamoured with them and had to try them on everyone.

I can almost taste them. Wild dog of Borneo.

I am Yoda......

By the time Stevie and his family arrived Molly had devoured one of the ears.

Samantha thought it was a sea shell.
Hey where are the sounds of the sea and why does this smell funny?

Ribbons are more fun than pig's ears. Do you like my new Hat?

The awe of Christmas or is it the Awhhhhhh of Christmas?

Monday, December 22, 2008

Festivus for the rest of us.

It is time to celebrate Festivus. December 23 you must have your Festivus Pole set up. Our dog Festus really gets in the holiday spirit.

Fabulose night time shots.
The proud party goer.

Tacky isn't it?

Friday, December 19, 2008


It takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown.

The horse is New Jersey's state animal.

Smile and the world smiles with you.

Give your smiles away for free.

Twas the Night Before Christmas

I don't know anything about this. I was just trying to get into the holiday spirit.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the (chimney) thermostate with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
No they are not!!!!
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, Naw it was just the Neighbors lights.....

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

Ok so they were horses not reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;He had a broad face and a little round belly,That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,And laying his finger aside of his nose,And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Yellow kitties

Beige 16 years old and the Alpha animal in the house. He lives both inside and outside.

Sweety, 15 years old. She does not like to be touched but loves to be in the crowd. Of course lately she has taken to following me everywhere and does the caterwauling if she can't find me. This cat lives inside.

Sweet Baboo, 17 years old. He sleeps most of the time but on occasion in the middle of the night he decides to call for anyone that will come to him. He likes to be groomed and I give him a lion cut each summer. I can tell you where he lives and it is on the bed most of the time.

We do have one more outside cat. His name is Jelly Bean.

Monday, December 8, 2008

I love a Parade

Parades in small towns have a flavor all their own and this town is no exception. Everyone lined the streets for the Annual Christmas parade in High Springs, Florida. Bring your lawn chairs. Bring your dog. Bring your kids.

Sirens blasting from the fire trucks and the police cars.

Every parade has a beauty Queen and this was no exception.

All types of farm equipment were in the parade from tractors to what ever this is.

Many children got to ride the floats.

Not everyone was on a float. This is the garbage truck with the dumpster in the front.
Gives a whole new meaning to "waist" management.

I think this was the most unusual float. Is that the head hunter float or is it a new religion.........Oh I know it is the Cut and Curl.

Pink...Pink...Pink my favorite color.

Boats make good floats or is the whatever floats your boat?

Even the band players had lights on their legs.

Arlene and Gene on a hot date!!!

One float had bubbles coming out the back. Blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles.
I could not believe that I was able to capture that.

Something from out of the medieval times or characters from a Stephen King novel.
The Hooded Horsemen.

Frosty lives to see the winter festivities.

Chanting, chanting, chanting, chanting...........


Lights in my tail...... Wonder where the battery is?

Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!!!!!!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Everyone helps with the Decorating

Get out all the ornaments. Since we have been married for over 40 years there are a lot of ornaments. Do you know what the Santa is made from?
Eggs that my mother made are hung on the tree, angels everywhere and of course all the Santa's.

I am not helping. Nope not even for a treat. Treat? Hummm

I can help. See these lights. Let me just put on a few. Don't forget the treats.

Sheesh....why do I fall for that every time. Now I can try out for the Festivus tree on the Jerry Steinfeld Show. Festivus for the Rest of US!!! Remember it is December 23. I am ready now.