Snack Time

Peanut butter is to me like crack to the weak of mind. Just finished a batch of peanut butter fudge. Simple ingredients, quick to construct. Takes me about fifteen minutes on the range, then a few hours in the refrigerator to cool. Pecans may be substituted for walnuts.

I strongly suggest you get thyself to the kitchen.

Recipe can be found here. When you arrive on page just scroll up a tad bit.

Enjoy.

Stephen

Christmas

All is quiet in our home. It has been a nice Christmas. The children and grandchildren are happy.

Little Bit set a record for 'scream time' with each newly opened present. Nana and Papa, with the help of Santa, gave her a new 'DS.' Don't ask, as I don't know its purpose other than its a game system. Oh, Sweet Wife said it takes pictures too. So there. She was very happy...jumped up and down at least twenty times, all the while screaming her little head off.

I suppose it is the little things in life.

Sweet Wife was very pleased with her gifts from me, and indeed, downright giddy with her new Ruger 'Elsie Pea.' She's reading the owners manual as I write.

Our Lord has blessed us.

Little Bit asked me to post her posing in her new dress. It lights up, don't 'ya know. I think its a Cinderella dress. She also requested I send you her love.

Above, before.

After. Little Bit in her new dress and holding her doll carriage,  Excuse the poor photography, taken with my Blackberry.

Nana's new toy.

Now, I need another cup of coffee and hopefully time to read the morning paper. I truly wish each of you a joyous Christmas day. May God bless and keep you.

Stephen

Merry Christmas

To all my friends, from my family to yours, may you have a very Merry Christmas, and may the peace of our Lord sooth you.

And, to all a good night.

Thanks & Welcome

To my new follower and friend, danontherock. I promise to always reply to your comments.

I wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas.

To my other friends, please run over to http://outontherock.blogspot.com/ and visit our new friend.


Dan, you are now among friends. Again, thank you and welcome.

Stephen

Hannah

I'm sorry I cannot be with you this evening, but please know you own my heart.

It is impossible for you to remember when I held you in my arms and walked you up and down the beach, you but a baby. You pressed your little lips to my ear and mumbled sweet baby tunes to my heart. That was the evening I knew I'd love you all your life.

When you were five the light of intelligence glowed within, and you such a wispy and happy little girl. 

At ten your appetite for literature confirmed and solidified my love and pride for you.

Then, a blink and you are now a beautiful woman. 

Our time has always been brief. Little visits here and there, a few moments to chat, exchange ideas, books, politics. Now, you are almost beyond my reach.

I miss you.

Merry Christmas.

Your Uncle Stephen

'Tis The Season

It's too warm here for the season. I want cold weather. Just glanced out at my thermometer, 63 degrees. Bah, Humbug.

Look what followed me home last night, little booger jumped into my truck and said take me home. I gave her a loving caress and she's now all toasty and snug under the Christmas tree waiting on Sweet Wife.

Here she is while fully dressed.

And naked.

House sure was quiet last night. So I wrapped my few personal gifts to Sweet Wife and placed them under the tree.

Not sure why but when I'm alone I feel little need to cook meals. Stopped at a fish place for take out and found myself reduced to eating fast food fish. Awful isn't worthy of its description.

At one point last evening I noticed my cat, out on the deck, at a fast back and forth pace in front of the French doors. I let her inside. She ran. I followed. She arrived in front of my family room chair and deposited a live baby squirrel on the seat.

Baby squirrel sat up and gave the place a once over. Cat smiled. Baby squirrel, I swear to all that's holy, did a little round about and settled in for the night. Sucker went to sleep. Cat continued to smile and rubbed my leg. Perhaps she felt this my gift for Christmas. I told her good girl but baby squirrels are not in the same class as veal. Then again.

The little squirrel fit into the palm of my hand. Big round eyes, long tail, tiny. I gently took the tiny creature and placed it back outside.

Wish I'd thought to have taken its picture.

We all fall from the nest time to time.

I miss Little Bit.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my new friend, fatal error. I promise to always reply to your comments. It might take me a few hours or even days in rare cases, but fear not I shall reply.

The light of your wisdom is always welcomed here. You are now among friends.

Again, thank you and welcome.

Stephen