Click, click, click

One thousand, eight hundred, sixty-five miles and Thirty-two hours and seven minutes later, we are home. Yes, according to the car computer, we drove for a total of 32 hours and 7 minutes. According to the odometer, 1,865 miles. I acknowledge the redundancy, but heck, some things aren't grasped the first time around.

Mine in Deerfield

Tim, Riley is very interested in the history of minning in Deerfield. I don't know much but do recall you hiked back in the woods once and found a mine opening - or at least so goes my memory. Can you offer more around that with details such as what you found and where?

There shall be one piece of pie

Uncle Bill, stinkers, Eddie, 60 years old!, baby, brother-in-law, gravy safety, pumpkin pie, cherry pie, mince pie, lemon pie, chocolate pie, ground cherry pie, tree-cherry pie, peach pie, pumpkin torte, pumpkin cheesecake, buckeye bars, 18 chairs plates, mud, Sheffleton Road, squirrels for now and squirrels for later, Nieman-Marcus priced Christmas trees, Taylor at the kids table, T is for Uncle Toot, H is for health, A is for all the children and grandchildren, N is for new beginnings, K is for koala bears, kangaroos and ketchup, S is for squirrels, G is for the Gallapagos Islands (and God), I is for I am and you are (plus some other wonderful Uncleisms), V is for a voice to speak, I is for infant, N is for nieces and nephews and G is for all things good. We missed Tipash and beyond very much.

Rube!!! Where are you Rube!!!!!! Are you and Dean rolling around in a Vino induced coma of love over there in Rootstown and have forgotten your needy, neurotic family?

With Love

Looking out the window watching for my sister and her family to roll into sight...I cant wait to see you Becky, Kevin, Will and Aaron!

Turkeys have rights too

Turkey emotions running high

The thought of your meal of doom weighs heavily on my unburly shoulders. Turkey shaped tears flow down my cheeks and fall on my fluffy waist area. I felt guilty when considering my own anguish knowing that Mom wont make enough stuffing and wont care either, but what does it matter?? You, Melanie and the young herdlings wont be there to agree with my stuffing deprived monologue! Perhaps the guest of honor at said meal of doom will do take flight in protest of all things turkey. Hey, remember the year that the gravy sprouted wings and attempted to leave the pan? Things happen...

New blog features

I got rid of a few things and added two.

1. Masontown daily news. In the spirit of Rofosh this seemed appropriate.

2. Spell check feature. It will help gis lik mi spel betur.

3. Lastly, Tipash - remind me of the details around the cathouse. I remember this but not the details.