So my youngest daughter and her husband are closing on their second home tomorrow.  I’m still not really sure why they are putting their first home up for rent (since God knows you can’t sell a house in these days of Nobamics) and moving nearly an hour away from there.  They *say* it’s because they are tired of living in a small town near a military base because of all the nut jobs (yes… they were ON Ft. Polk the day the *alledgedly* crazy army psychologist *alledgedly* shot, wounded and killed all those soldiers… yes there were in lock down with their baby and three year old) but I’m beginning to wonder if it’s because I’m a terrible grandmother.

Well, not *terrible* but ‘terrible’.  Is it my fault that pre-adolescent boys that try to shoot cats with projectiles piss me off?  That I lose it when said pre-adolescent boys *explain* they do this because they don’t *like* cats?  Is it because I asked these same pre-adolescent boys what I should do to them since I didn’t particularly *like* pre-adolescent boys?  That maybe I should just find an appropriate projectile to send their way?

I’m still not sure.  But then, maybe that’s why I’m not invited to the housewarming……

In keeping with one of my many New Year’s Resolutions I’m blogging today.  Today is a groddy day again, much cooler though; at least the Rose Bowl Parade is on (and commercial free on HGTV) and there are hopefully a couple of *good* football games on at some point today.

It’s one week from tonight that Change Of Plans premieres on FOX @ 8pm(EST).  I already have the DVR set to record it just in case something happens and I’m not near a television next Saturday night.  Of course Joe Flanigan being in it is the main reason I’m looking forward to watching this family friendly movie (back-end pilot), but, it looks like it will be a cute, fun thing to watch regardless.  I’m also trying to win the viewing ‘bundle’ that OurKidsMom is offering at her blog; check it out.

It’s groddy outside. Yes, I said *groddy*.

Because it is damp, sorta cool, sorta warm. I need to blow leaves but feel more like taking a nap. The Hubby called from Frankfurt about 2:30 this morning to let me know he’d landed safely… no word about taking off for the next leg of his trip =S.

Groddiness and nap-time aside, I was able to accomplish a bit this morning:
Got my own special homemade from scratch cornbread made (= health)
Corned Beef Brisket and Cabbage (= wealth) is simmering;
Hoppin’ John is simmering as well (black-eyed peas = good luck)

New Years Menu - Cornbread, Hoppin' John, Corned Beef, Cabbage, Rice

Good Luck, Good Health, Good Wealth!

So I’m set for my midnight pea-party tonight even if I am having to spend it alone. It willl *not* turn into a pity party… unless I drink too much merlot…

This bottle of ‘Sweet Bitch’ is awesome… a Chilean Merlot; gives a sweet bite to your nose as you inhale right before experiencing it’s smooth, fruity flavor as it races over your tongue.

Sweet Bitch Merlot

is exactly what it’s been since my last blogpost =S

Between the husbands sextuple bypass surgery in May, his recuperation time, Amanda’s (my oldest daughter) wedding quickly followed by Morgan’s (aka MoJo – my youngest daughter) graduation in Dallas, TX, and the Neshoba County Fair in July, a trip to MoJo’s in August, a trip to Atlanta to see Mom in September, then the husband’s visit the first part of this month and my computer crashing… it’s been like riding drag on a cattle drive around here with all the dust kicked up. I need to find that pair of rose-colored glasses and super-glue them to my face I ‘reckon.

And believe me when I say that no matter how smart my ‘smart phone’ is it will never replace a computer for emailing and blogging. I’ll be extremely happy when the new macho-machine arrives and I can get back to coding to my hearts content. Hopefully, said ‘macho-machine’ will ship next week after all the requested customizations ordered have been completed.

That’s all for now as my cell phone signal is iffy out here in the boonies.

….and now it’s a steambath outside. Not to mention soggy, soggy, soggy. My six year old grandaughter is visiting for the weekend so the planned weekend of playing in the dirt planting vegetable plants and seeds had to be replanned to Wii Super Mario Karts, brownie baking, painting pictures and playdough sculpting; and power napping for me. Crawfish Etouffe (one of my specialties) is on the menu for Sunday ‘dinner’.

Hopefully by Monday it will be dry enough for my dirt to be delivered for the raised beds. I still need to finish bed #2 and then place and assemble beds #3 & #4; maybe tomorrow that can be done.

Not really sure why I decided to start blogging… I so rarely have anything to say about anything *cough*