Beetle has opened a beauty salon in our house. All about the house she has posted billboards advertising her business. Fortunately for us, it is free. Unfortunately, we have to have our hair done multiple times a day.
It and she are cute. I never enjoyed going to the salon as much as I do now. The Olivia Newton-John headbands are the real hoot.
If you’re in the neighborhood, stop by; she would love the business.
My daughter has taken the Dear John letter in a new direction.
Beetle likes to write. All weekend she was writing and drawing. There were papers everywhere. It wasn’t until this morning that I saw there had been a theme; Beetle had made valentines for her classmates. Oh, her grandmother would be so proud that she made them by hand.
She showed me the last one she created. It was to her friend John. It said I love you.
What?
I don’t know who this John boy is, but I assure you, my daughter will not love him. Grrrr . . .
When I questioned my cherub about this she responded, “But Daddy, he’s such a cutie.”
My daughter is five. I am not going to survive at this rate.
Tonight my school held a family bingo night. I try to make it back to as many of this type of event, but it can be difficult with family responsibilities. As such, I had never made it to a bingo night. Beetle is old enough to participate now, so she joined me.
Since I was part of the “calling team”, she had a seat at the table up front. Armed with a bingo card, she sat through the entire event. She even won bingo on one of the rounds. She was so excited! I am proud of my little girl. We had a great time.
When I arrived at work yesterday there was a buzz in the air about the impending snow storm. The older I become, the less I seem to pay attention to the weather. I tired of the worst storm of the century hype years ago. But it looks like the weather readers nailed this one. I awoke at 4:30 this morning to see lots of snow. I went back to sleep to wake up to even more snow.
What fun!
A Saturday in December right before Christmas makes for a fun day to be snowed in. Gert and I were supposed to go to a party tonight, but that was postponed early in the day. With the prediction of snow lasting all day into the early morning tomorrow, I felt no need to shovel today. And I didn’t.
We took the children outside to play. What wimps! Fritz was very apprehensive. Beetle ventured out, but didn’t like it when Daddy pushed her into the snow. The crying began, everyone was cold, and we hustled inside to where it was warm. Pfffft . . . soon after the family was asleep. Party poopers.
It was then that I tackled the chore of the day. As I said, I didn’t know a storm was coming. As such, I had defrosted a Porterhouse. It seemed like a perfect time to deal with that. I opened the french doors and began shoveling a path to the Performer. I have my priorities correct: leave the automobiles and walkways covered, but tunnel through to the grills.
I lighted the lump and went back inside. I rubbed the steak with a little EVOO, Kosher salt, and fresh cracked pepper. Once the coals were hot, although not as hot as I would have liked (it was blustery today), I slapped that big ol’ piece of beef on. I pulled it at 120°, and let it rest for 10 minutes. I heated some Bush’s beans and a can of carrots. This is by far the best mid-afternoon snack I have ever had. Sometimes it pays to remain awake.
We had a nice peaceful rest of the day. We were snowed in and made the most of it. Gert made perhaps her finest lasagna ever! It was quite tasty. We watched a Christmas movie with the children and then snuggled up on this wintry evening. Perhaps we’ll have a white Christmas this year.
Beetle has opened a beauty salon in our house. All about the house she has posted billboards advertising her business. Fortunately for us, it is free. Unfortunately, we have to have our hair done multiple times a day.
