Mornin’ y’all. I’ve been sort of awol the last few days, working on a project I have to finish up today. Only took time out yesterday to get a haircut, which, thankfully, wasn’t the angst filled event that it sometimes is. I’m so particular about my tresses, don’cha know (I usually style it with leaf blower.)

So, lots of “discussion” about the Bolling and Starnes interviews, huh? Well, here’s how it looks to me — for whatever reason, and I have no clue what it is, she does appear to have her sparkle back, which is a beautiful thing. I wholeheartedly agree that the current GOP field sucks swamp water, and if somebody held a gun to my head and forced me to pick someone, I’d be inclined to tell them to go ahead and shoot. Everyone’s support is so soft that I do think someone else could jump in, if they were fully vetted and of better character and principles than this bunch of rudderless malcontents.

Did she say she was running? No. Did she say she was reconsidering? No. Did she dance around it? It would seem that she did. But she’s always danced around these questions from the beginning. Can I read her mind? No. Am I losing sleep analyzing every eye twitch and lip curl, the tone and  inflection of every syllable she uttered? No. Do I know what she’s got, if anything, up her sleeve? Not a clue. Did I love the Tebow discussion, Seinfeld reference and Tebowing demonstration? Most definitely!

Unless she commits some kind of felony, she will always have my unqualified support, for whatever she decides to do or not do. I think the ‘you don’t need a title’ thing is true, but sometimes you DO need the title, and that line is wearing a little thin on me, but God has a plan for her and I believe she is seeking that plan and is trying to follow His guidance. That’s all I need to know and I expect and require nothing more from her. I have no quarrel with how anyone else is channeling their energies with all of this, but I’m content to let this all play out without offering any unsolicited advice.

Okie dokie, got that out of the way. Emily, good for you on the good grades. We’re all very proud of you! Old Pat, loved the story about Ron McNair, a true American hero. Looking forward to other stories from your small town. I have an affinity for small towns, being the product of one. My childhood was one big Normal Rockwell painting.

Everybody’s Christmas activities just makes me tired, but I’m all for the wassail thing! I’ll do a bit of baking/cooking for the weekend, nothing too serious, church on Christmas Eve and spend Christmas with some cousins. I’ve got two families of cousins who moved out here from the hometown, so it’s a real blessing to have family transplanted here with me. There are three little kids involved, so it’s the whole Santa thing. We open gifts, eat stuff we have no business eating beginning with breakfast and going all day long, watch movies, and just be slugs. It’s a beautiful thing.

Just remember, you have to be good, or Santa won’t leave you anything. I’ve got my Scotch (the good stuff, section9), and fresh Krispy Kremes to pick up on Saturday evening….

The boy is coming home today from scout camp. Missed the boy very much! I am going to don a Has Mat suit prior to digging into his camp laundry. Praying it is not as bad as after summer scout camp.

Upon glancing at the headline, I thought it said Wasilla Wednesday. Silly me. Wassail must be a yankee thing. I had never heard of it till a couple of years ago. To hot here to drink that kind of stuff anyway. We go for Egg Nog, although I never developed a taste for it. You can spike that as well, but here in the Baptist Bible Belt it is frowned upon.

I remember my grandfather always drank egg nog (non spiked) at Christmas time. He was the polar opposite of my other grandfather who was a deputy sheriff in a country county. I remember when I was about 9 or 10 wandering out one evening near the back shed and being yelled at to “GIT”. My grandfather was with a buddy and there was a deer strung up they were gutting. This was July because we had shot fireworks the night before…..now when is deer season????? The next day we had venison steak. Yum!

Speaking of hot and humid weather, that makes me think of Kjanlady. Where the heck is she? Lost in the Bayou? On some LSU high? Alligator hunting?

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My all-time favorite holiday movie is A Christmas Story.  It is one of my Mom’s favorites too.  Anywhoo….Walgreen’s was selling the Leg Lamp this year.  I almost died when I saw the actual version, but that bad boy was over $100, so I came to my senses and just purchased the smaller version for Mom as a gag gift. 

I put it in a nice wooden crate and filled it with peanuts, straw and lots of tissue.  Put the “FRA GEEE LEEE” tags all over the crate and wrapped it up.  I expect Mom to pull this thing out every holiday from here on out and place it by her family room window for all her neighbors to see.  Nothing like legs and black fish nets to make anyone in the holiday mood.

If you’ve seen the movie, you know what I am talking about.  If not, treat yourself and watch it on TBS on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.  You will not be disappointed.