The food was excellent. The football games were exciting for the most part. Spending time with my crazy family is always…interesting.
Especially my 93-year-old grandmother.
Me: “Hi Mimi! You look so pretty in purple!”
Mimi: “Thank you honey. You look good too. Have you lost weight?”
Me: “I have! Thanks for noticing!”
Mimi: “I thought so. You looked a little porky at the re-enactment a few months ago.”
Needless to say, I skipped the lemon icebox pie for dessert.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
Fellow Baylor graduate and proud uncle of SGT Cole, David Newton Cole, is producing a movie in Shreveport, LA. TMZ reports that Mr. Cole fired his director, Pruit Taylor Vince, over “creative differences” and the indignant prima donna had to be removed from the set by police.
You may know Vince as the morbidly obese man from last season of “House.” He also won an Emmy for his role as a serial killer from an 80’s thing.
The movie is “Cameraman.” Make sure to see it and support SGT Cole’s future trust fund so he can lend me enough money to write my award-winning book that allows me to travel the world, meet all the Green Beaners and sit in Ellen’s guest chair. She will fall in love with my quit whit and stellar sense of humor and make it her life goal to find me a man that can make me laugh for the rest of my life.
Clearly, my future happiness is in your hands. DON’T BLOW IT.
I would encourage you to take a moment today and remember all of our veterans. Each and every one has sacrificed more than we will ever know. We are blessed to live in a country that is rooted in freedom and bravery.
Happy Veteran’s Day Daddy. I’m so proud that you served our country in Vietnam. I love you!
(Please feel free to remember loved ones serving in the military by leaving an encouraging word in the comments section.)
This past Friday, I asked my sister what my niece was going to be for Halloween. Naturally, Jamie felt tremendous pressure to come up with something creative enough for our wack-a-doo family. She asked if I had any ideas. Balloon Boy came to mind, but I knew we couldn’t find enough aluminum foil in the short amount of time we had before the big day. We’re talking 48 hours people.
Finally, I suggested the only thing I knew that would work under the time crunch.
Lincee: “We could recycle my costume from last year if you are interested.”
Jamie: “I was hoping you’d say that.”
A few snips, tucks and modifications, and we were ready for trick-or-treating.
Her face is red and splotchy because she HATED the tulle. She pitched the biggest fit of her life when we plopped her into the bath tub. Thank the Lord for that rubber ducky.
My Mother and I kept telling her that if she expects to be a treasured member of this family, she better get used to tulle. And sequins. And fringe. And movie musicals. And large bows on her bald head.
Because that is who we are. Embrace it Addison. It’s in your blood.
