Christmas 2010 Memorialized In Blurry Pictures
Monday, January 3, 2011

Christmas was wonderful. 

We spent our morning tearing through the wrappings—wrappings the equivalent of a small forest— a small gaily decorated forest. 
And yes, I realize the picture is blurry. 

I hadn't had my morning java yet. Besides, I never claimed to be Dooce, you know. 

We showered each other in materialistic signs of our love for each other. 

My daughters gave me jewelry, bubble bath and lots of scarves. Perfect for wrapping up my turkey neck. 

Here's my Hubby reading the book my sister gave him, entitled Stuff Every Man Should Know.

He claims he already knew everything in that book. 

I wouldn't be surprised. He's a total MacGyver. I watched him, once, take apart a broken digital camera, weld some kind of wire in there, close it back up and bam, the thing was working again. 

He can also sew which is a very good thing, otherwise the buttons that fall off around here would be safety pinned back into place.

He does not, however, know what to do with crying females. And you would think he would by now, surrounded in estrogen for all these years. 

And our Delilah prefers lounging with a pillow beneath her head. The phrase, it's a dog's life, has a completely different meaning in our house. 

He also got a brush from our daughters, one that they blinged out especially for him with a note. 
The poor man has to tie his hairbrush to his drawer in order to keep a brush on hand. 

Let's see how long the bedazzled one lasts without a string. 

The girls also decided to buy him this "Frageelaaay" leg lamp. Later I discovered they "bought" this lamp with  the change from the cash I gave them to pick up a few more last minute Christmas gifts for me. 

And of course, just like the movie, they put it in one of the front windows. 

Every year, I buy my Hubby a new t-shirt to add to his t-shirt collection. Here's his newest:

The pups got enormous bones that lasted all about five minutes. 

As you can tell, we are very diligent about picking up our wrapping paper as soon as we unwrap. 

The girls got a lot of sparkle, heaps of clothes which will soon find their rightful place on their floors, makeup, shoes and all things girlie. But the most popular gift of all, was the cotton candy maker Julia received. And even though it was Julia's gift, it was a big hit with the whole crowd. The cousins from their 20's on down were all enthralled with this fluff machine, which by the way, makes cotton candy out of hard candy. How cool is that!

I, too, got clothes and sparkly things, but my favorite gift by far was this:
A new baby! And yes, that is our scrambled eggs and bacon in the background. As you can see, we are also very diligent about cleaning up right after breakfast. 

My new baby was a replacement for my beloved other child. Believe it or not, I have only had this computer for a few years. 

When I tell you I write hard, I mean it. 
And for those of you who've been with me awhile, yes, I also have an iPad, but for a writer, an iPad just doesn't do the trick. 

I went outside to the duck compound to see if they'd gotten anything. Apparently, crapping all over creation warrants no Christmas presents. 
This picture makes me start singing in my head, "Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

Poor, stupid crapping ducks. 

I spent a good part of my day cooking and doing a bang up job if I may say so myself. I may not cook a lot but when I do, watch out! And I mean that in a good kind of watch out. Kind of like an Emeril, BAM, watch out!

I won't go into any recipes today, because this is not a food blog, it is a "Watch Joann make an ass out of herself on a regular basis" kind of blog. But I will say this, I love my stuffing. It's a Giada recipe, that you can find right here

The only downside to this stuffing is it requires steamed, jarred chestnuts and I don't know about your part of the country, but here in Podunk they're as hard to find as white Bengal tigers. I finally tracked them down at one grocery store, but they were approximately one million dollars a jar. And I needed two jars since my family is as overpopulated as China. 

I said to the bagboy who led me to the chestnuts, "You're kidding me, right?" And he said, "I wish I was. It's totally bogus."

And I could only agree. And so I left those bogus chestnuts and searched high and low for jarred chestnuts that I would not have to sell off our stock portfolio to purchase. In Publix, I spotted a display that said, A British Christmas. I have no idea if the Brits use a lot of steamed, jarred chestnuts at Christmas time, but in my head I heard, "Please Suh, I want some more . . . steamed, jarred chestnuts." I scurried over to the bright cardboard shelves. There were no chestnuts on the Brit display, but the Brits seem to have a real hankering for Spotted Dick. 

I know it's a legit food item, but I don't care, it still gave me an adolescent boy chuckle in my frenzied search for chestnuts. 

I ended up buying those bogus chestnuts for two million plus some pocket change in tax. 

I'm sure I'm the only person in America and possibly the U.K. who had a million dollar stuffing on my table. 

As I was toiling away, creating a Christmas feast, my Hubby's uncle stopped by. 

He's called Uncle, just Uncle, by the family because he's their only uncle. I guess it was too much exertion for all of them to have to enunciate his name, John, after the word Uncle? So Uncle it is. 

Uncle is a playah in his senior citizen community. He is one of, I think, three men still standing over there in the town my Hubby and I refer to as Sin City. Uncle is 85. He likes his women about 55, because he can be that picky in Sin City. And because he is loving the taste of bachelor life since he just broke up with his girlfriend of 45 years. 

I am not kidding you. 

And for the record, this is one of the worst pictures of me of all times. My sister gave me that gorgeous shirt for Christmas, but for some reason, in this picture it makes me look 400 pounds. And I am not 400 pounds, well at least I wasn't in this picture. I hadn't eaten dinner yet. And I'm not even going to talk about my half closed eyes drunken expression. I hadn't even opened the wine yet. 

I only included this shot so you can see, Internet, how adorable Uncle is. He truly is one of the most prized people in my life. He is sweet and charming and up for anything. He makes sure he meets everyone in the room at a party. He sincerely thanked every police officer he and my Hubby passed on their way out of the Outback Bowl on New Year's Day. He was the first one on the dance mat when we got Dance, Dance Revolution a few years back. He told a young teenage friend of ours the other day that her long eyelashes were simply stunning. He loves the Phillies. He got a baseball cap for Christmas with a light under the brim. He told me it is one of his favorite gifts of all time. The other night at dinner, his bridge broke and he pulled out his teeth to show everyone. He never, ever complains and keeps up with us young uns with such zeal. 

One time, he thought he was being helpful and he washed and dried a basket of clothes in my laundry room. It was my dry cleaning basket. My hubby found him taking my now miniature sweaters out of the dryer. He knew how upset I would be, so my Hubby had Uncle put my sweaters on while he pulled and pulled on those sweaters, hoping it would stretch them out. That night, I came home from work and changed into one of those sweaters.  When I announced the sweater felt a little snug, they laughed until the tears came rolling down their faces. 

That's our treasured, darling Uncle.

This shot will give you a grasp of his height. I claim 5'4" like Tom Cruise claims 5'9". So . . . you can just imagine the pip squeakiness of Uncle.  Don't look at me and my hideousness. 

Here, one of my girls thought they would be hilarious and write this on my kitchen pig. We are just full of the funny around here. And we do love our bacon. 

And this is my gorgeous red-haired nephew, Matthew, with the gun one of my brothers gave him. Matthew is all boy with a capital B and he's been insisting lately that his mom sculpt his fiery red hair into a mohawk. 

I'm not sure Matthew's mom loved the gun, but Matthew sure did. He announced after he opened it, "Oh-oh, I better give this to my dad because it's a real gun."
What can I say. We are a family of bad asses. 

Here's just a few of the baked goods. Notice we are an equal opportunity holiday people. The Jewish stars are there for my sister Beth who converted and now has two beautiful little Jewish girls to show for  trading religions. I can say that right? I mean, it's not like I'm being anti-semitic. We love the Jews. Isn't it evident in our baked goods?

This is just a few of the folks helping themselves to the Christmas feast. Notice the chocolate milk. A holiday without chocolate milk in my family would be considered a sacrilege to all the generations. 

Here's another shot that kind of gives you idea how long my kitchen island is. It's about the length of the Nile and it's perfect for entertaining my overpopulated Catholic family. I think someone was standing on a counter to get this shot. Also, notice how my daughters have an innate sense whenever a picture is about to be taken. 

I have no idea. 

My Hubby's first go round. Notice the most important ingredient of his meal. And if you guessed the turkey skin hanging off his plate that he nabbed before anyone else could get it, you would be wrong. 

Yes, it is the large format bottle of wine he is holding. 

We had lots and lots of folks and I took many pictures of them all, but this post is far too long and so I'll just enclose one token shot. Here's a gaggle of youth, conversing in the hallway. It's my niece Erin, my daughter, who sensed a camera about to be snapped and family friend Christopher who was home from Dartmouth. Go Christopher!

Dinner was fabulous and a good time was had by all. Of course, we had to eat everything that was on our plate because Matthew of the real gun, was making sure of it. 

And here's my Hubby the marksman, teaching Matthew the proper way to handle a gun by never pointing it at anyone, fake or not. By the way, at Matthew's preschool conference, the teacher knew all about my Hubby because it seems Matthew talks about him every day. It's because Matthew loves his Uncle's lawn mower and industrial leaf blower. 

A picture of my chandelier. Just because I like it. 

It was a good Christmas, a little too good Christmas for some of us. Too much turkey in mah belly. 

The dogs were done in by Christmas.
And yes, that's a heap of Christmas crap on the chaise in the corner. I did manage to clear that mess out by New Year's. 

But forget the mess, look at that picture. That is what I sleep with every night. As you can see, my horse hounds take up most of the king sized bed. I find myself every night, curled up in a tight, fetal position as the dogs stretch out their limbs. I think I'm on my way to a whopping case of scoliosis. 

And to end this way too long post, here's Sophie of the Shirley Temple curls and Tori in their best Christmas pose while Bella looks on:

And my favorite Santa in my Santa collection. He's carved out of pecan shells and I love his expression, he has this beautiful sadness about his face.
I think he's sad because he knows he's about to be packed away into a dark box in a broiling attic for the rest of the year. But don't you worry Santa, I'm all about leaving my Christmas out for as long as possible. You've still got a few weeks left of sunshine. 

And there you have it. Our blurry Christmas. I hope your holidays were not too blurry and full of joy and delight and love and chocolate milk. 

Today's Definite Download: We have to start the New Year out right, so today it's U2's "Gloria". 

This is a song that made the world wake up and listen to these four boys from Dublin. I was already in love with their glorious sound and their frontman with his sapphire eyes, booming voice and kicky mullet. It is a song of praise for the Lord above because U2's music has always been swathed in their Christianity. But for today, for me, it is a dedication. 

"If I had anything, anything at all, I'd give it to you."

To our neighbors, our best friends, our partners in business and in life as we go along, raising our children and doing the best we can down our paths. 

We had an impromptu evening the other night. They wandered over, a common event. The wine was poured. The kids followed their parents over. Our combined six kids did what they have done all their lives, they hung together. The younger ones started a scavenger hunt. The older ones made plans for the night. The doorbell rang constantly. My girls' cousins floated in and out. Teenage friends stopped by. Our neighbors' teenage friends came over, big strapping boys who decided to escort my tiny oldest daughter out to a club. The stuff of the usual around here. And as the wine was poured and the night grew longer, and the chaos and laughter continued, my in-laws and Uncle sat around the kitchen table with us. Uncle loved it. He said it reminded him of his childhood and the big, Italian extended family he grew up in. His sister, (my mother-in-law) and my father-in-law did not, in any way, appreciate the bustle and chaos. 

In the morning, my in-laws were packed and headed out the door. They said they were going to spend the next two weeks over at Uncle's. My mother-in-law said it would be better this way, more peace and quiet. 

"Gloria". For my other family across the way and the chaos that circumscribes our lives. I put this song on my iPod yesterday and danced through my house in a punk rock frenzy. We are loud and irreverent and our houses are a constant buzz of teenagers and life and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

One of my readers mentioned the other day that they weren't very familiar with much of the music I suggest. So, I've decided in this new year to post a link to each of my downloads. Here is Gloria, from 1981, when these Irish lads were just babies and Edge had hair. Stick with it until the end. Bono's booming voice belting out Gloria towards the close, will have you bopping about, too. Enjoy. 


Lisa said...

Oh, I loved this post. I loved the pictures, even the blurry one! Your house looks like mine - with the crumpled wrapping paper everywhere and the dirty dishes left on the counter and the pets everywhere.
Uncle is adorable...we love chocolate milk too...the cotton candy maker is awesome!

I think that's all...I might have forgotten something. Hmm...oh yeah, I love "Gloria!"

Happy New Year!

Liz Mays said...

In that first photo of your dog, I thought it was a throw blanket at first! They're so cute!

I can't believe how hard you pound on your keys. You take writing seriously!

Your hubs had a HUGE plateful of chow!!!!

Renee said...

Your Christmas looks like it was a crazy & fun as mine! BTW, I love the Star of David cookies. We had "Christmas bunnies" & "Christmas shamrocks," because otherwise those cutters would never be used.

We also had a Christmas unicorn & various other cookies that were decorated in a Harry Potter theme. My cousins are pretty serious about the cookie decorating.

A. B. Keuser said...

A) so jealous of your new computer.
4) the picture of your hubby and daughter with the strange pose is adorable.
Noel) Beautifully sad Santa is sadly beautiful and misteriously mischevious at the same time.
Playah) Uncle reminds me of a cartoon charachter that I cant remember the name of right now (said cartoon character is also adorable)
My memory is not long enoug to match your posts) I'm sure I wanted to say something else... but that's been lost in the fluff that fills my head at this time of the morning.

MrsJenB said...

Your house is how I want my house to be one day - full of life!

Funny in My Mind said...

I think you look wonderful in that picture!
I wish I had an uncle (or any family left at all besides siblings) like that- he's a dreamboat.
Stretching out your shrunken sweaters? Oh how I howled at that one.
Your kitchen is beautiful and the island is an actual small island.
Looks like a good day was had by all although the way you neglect those dogs.....could you have at least got them a cashmere coverlet or something? sheesh

sandra said...

Oh, what a lovely post. Your pictures might be blurry but they are real, showing real life and not some overly photoshopped image. They show the warmth of your home, how welcoming and inviting it is. It looks like you had a wonderful Christmas with your family, I am so glad I found your blog last year and look forward to reading more this year!

sandra said...

Oh, what a lovely post. Your pictures might be blurry but they are real, showing real life and not some overly photoshopped image. They show the warmth of your home, how welcoming and inviting it is. It looks like you had a wonderful Christmas with your family, I am so glad I found your blog last year and look forward to reading more this year!

gmontalvo13 said...

likes like you all had a great time! love the hairbrush!

LisaPie said...

I love your kitchen! No wonder everyone hangs at your house, you've made it that inviting. I would too.

Also, your tree is gorgeous. Just the right mix of beautiful and whimsical. I loved it.

Two thumbs way up!!

life in the mom lane said...

What a great post! I loved your pics- and am very envious of your kitchen!!! We too have two large yellow labs who sleep with is in our king sized bed- I told hubby we either need a bigger bed or smaller dogs! Thanks for sharing!
and you look beautiful!

June Gardens said...

Am so feeling you on the dogs-all-over-the-bed-sleeping-on-the-remaining-square-inch thing. Also, my keyboard looks like your old one. It never occured to me to replace it.

The Zadge said...

I heart your kitchen with all my heart.

Shell said...

Oh, that lamp is awesome!

Your old computer looks like mine- I beat it to death. I did get a new one, too, but no mac for me. Those things need to go on serious sale.

I'm glad you said that about the iPad- that is what I was thinking about them. My husband had suggested getting one of those for me instead of a laptop, but I think I need a laptop.

Anita @ GoingALittleCoastal said...

Can I move into your kitchen? I can sleep on the island. I love that stove. Can one love a stove? Yes, yes they can. Also, my eye went right to that huge piece that was icing down the wine. Gorgeous!

I love all the loudness and messiness of the holidays. It was like that around here for awhile but now my boys and friends are all back in GA and the house is quiet once again. I love quiet too.

Anita @ GoingALittleCoastal said...

Oh and another thing, I want Uncle! He is just adorable. He doesn't happen to live over at On Top of the World does he?

Chickens Consigliere said...

great photos, blurry or otherwise. So love hearing about your family. I have an Uncle like your Uncle, too. He calls me the "great beauty of the South". That's just one of the reasons I love him. Should also mention that he calls my sister that, as well:-) That is a really big island but it seems to be just the right size. littleb did not get a "real" gun. But he did get a pretend black & decker drill. Two in fact. And you know what? They work just like "real" guns!

Baby Sister said...

First things first, I think you looked cute in the picture.
It looks like you had an amazing holiday season. Isn't it great to spend so much time with family? I love it.
The brush and the lamp from the daughters are hilarious!! I would love to see my dad's reaction to those gifts.
I'm so jealous of your laptop...besides the fact that it's a Mac.
I think I need to put a cotton candy (I almost wrote condy catton) machine on the list of things I want.
The pig was hilarious. I should get that for Boyfriend.
Uncle is adorable and looks like so much fun!!
Happy New Year!! Enjoy your new baby. :) May this keyboard have a happier fate than the last one.

Kelly said...

Uncle is an adorable Lothario!

Love the photos of the Moron Twins looking cute and quiet as they recharge their batteries.

Love, Love LOVE the bedazzled hairbrush. So manly is what it is.

Man, you ARE hard on the computer keys, aren't you?

TesoriTrovati said...

Oh what fun.
Uncle reminds me of my Aunt Dorothy's new husband Frank.
Your big family, and kitchen and the goings and comings have it all going on.
And to think we only dressed up like Rednecks this Christmas, belching and mulleting our way through the boo-fay.
Thanks for sharing!
Enjoy the day! (and the peace and quiet from the in-laws!)

Bossy Betty said...

Thanks so much for the Christmas and after-party update! Yahoo for the new baby! Your new baby looks like my baby! Weird!

Happy Days!

Noelle said...

Joann, the picture was great. Stop worrying.

I'm in love with your uncle...and your kitchen.

My favorite part of this post was the picture of the ducks and 'do they know it's Christmas time at all' - I laughed and laughed.

Liz said...

Joann, this post leaves me with so many things to say!

First, you had a great Christmas, a lovely house and throw one hell of a party.

Second, I love that the dogs got ample photo time as well as bed space.

Third, if your husband does not care for the bedazzled brush, I think you should raffle it off somehow. It would be a perfect prize coming from LHMF.

The Furry Godmother said...

What a fantastic time! Sorry I missed it.

Happy New Year!

Mom vs. the boys said...

your house is gorgeous! can you do a post just on your amazing house complete with pictures and a floor plan?? lol too much??
sounds like you had a fab holiday! the puppies are so cute! and so is Uncle!

Ducky said...

Hey Now! I am not a stupid Duck and I do more than crap. But...if crapping all over town means you don't get Christmas presents then that explains a LOT....

I LOVE the bedazzled hairbrush and the lamp! And really...the tshirt?! Flippin awesome! Looks like Christmas was fantastic at your place!!! Loved the post!

Cecelia Winesap said...

Great pictures! That one of your dog passed out with his bone by the tree looks like when Randy passed out with his zeppelin on all the wrapping paper in "A Christmas Story." Figured you would know that one since your daughters were geniuses to get the frageelay lamp. :)

twelvedaysold said...

Oh, there's just too much to talk about in this post. I love the picture of your daughter with one of the dogs in front of the Christmas tree. Those dogs look so cuddly.

Also, that shirt you bought your husband is highlarious. Good choice.

JoAnna said...

I loved the first picture with the living room a disaster of paper, the door swung open on the cabinet and PEACE pillow hanging askew on one of the knobs. Ironic.

I am fascinated by this kitchen of yours with the mile high ceilings and what looks like two ancient hearths that have been converted into something.... do tell.

I love the picture of Sophie and Tori but is Bella stuck in a tube of some sort?

I wish they had made t-shirts like that when we were younger. My father might actually have worn it. Now that we are 30+, it would be kind of silly.

Thanks for the peer into your crazy, frenzy of a life!

Gigi said...

Your house looks like THE place to have a party. Love the island!

And what is up with babies in your family wanting to put guns near their mouths? :)

Melissa E. said...

Love that cotton candy thingamabob. It looks like a lot of fun. :)

Alyson -- Common Sense, Dancing said...

So much to comment on and love in this post, don't know where to start....

But I will start and end by saying that I sleep with 100+pounds of Goldendoodle every night on my kind sized bed, and I know of the fetal position of which you speak. AND, the damn dog only sleeps on my side of the bed. If the husband isn't in bed yet, he'll curl up on that side, but as soon as the man walks into the room he gets up and goes to my side.

Apparently, he's not as dumb as I thought (the Doodle, not the husband).

Your Christmas looked warm and wonderful and full of great food, wine and family. Just the way it's supposed to be!

Cheeseboy said...

So, I see you have been using A, S, E and spacebar the most. You must be writing sea a lot. Or ass.

My parents got one of those lamps and put it in their window too. Like 10 neighbors asked them why they have a leg lamp in their window. Where the heck have these folks been? How could you not have seen that movie yet?

Utah for you, I guess.

BTW, Twitter kinda sucks so far. No one listens to me or laughs at my crap. Thinking of giving it up.

Anonymous said...

I'm such a poor wrapper that often my gifts look like a burned forest before they are even unwrapped.
Today, I bought myself an iPad keyboard with a dock that makes it stand up all monitor like. My hp mini is a pain to blog on and my big hp laptop is too big and doesn't hold a charge well. My work laptop has a stubby cord that doesn't reach my perch on the couch. Wow. Apparently I am the Goldilocks of technology. I'll let you know how I feel about the keyboard.
Looks like Christmas ended up being mostly full of the merry, so glad!

Deidra said...

Thanks for putting up links! That's supremely helpful.

middle child said...

OMG! Your girls are the bomb! A bedazzeled hairbrush AND a leg lamp. Too cool. I gotta go back and read the rest but I had to scooch down here and leave a comment for the girls. Muah!

Yuliya said...

Wow Joann what a Christmas!

I know I should probably know the answer to this question, being a long time reader and all, but the ducks serve a purpose? Like do they lay eggs or something?

Also, I can't believe you would write about such a controversial topic, co-sleeping with the dogs? Get ready for some heated debate...

Kimberly said...

Where do I even start...This post was hilarious and I think I love you...but not more than the chandelier...kidding. But it is a nice chandelier.

givejonadollar said...

The pictures look great. Only a couple are blurry. Very nice post. :)

Missy@Wonder, Friend said...

Fantastic song. Looks like an amazing Christmas celebration.

Not surprisingly - not a bit - your home is lovely, and your family clearly shares your wit and charm. You are a blessed group.

And Uncle? I'd like to adopt him. Precious.

Cathy Olliffe-Webster said...

You have my computer! You will LOVE it. I certainly love mine.
Your post was just a joy. So many happy people. Such great looking food!

Meg at the Members Lounge said...

Is Uncle precious or what? I love how your husband is cuddling a bottle of Charles Krug. I would too!
All your photos made me smile!

Unknown said...

Wonderful post, Joann...I can feel the warmth of your home all the way over here. I am jealous of your big, lou, fun family and your love of Christmas. I will try to get that back next year!

Thanks for sharing your celebration!

Happy New Year!

Anonymous said...

Wow. Absolutely fantasic post as well as a fabulous life!

So nobody is the "garbage person" on Christmas over there, eh?

Every fucking year I hold a big black plastic bag and scoop up the wrappings after each gift is opened. It is no wonder I am exhausted by the end.

Once I gave Emma a 2 foot bone! She carried it around and every time she went through a door she smacked it into it. It was SO funny!

Jack got to sleep with us on Christmas. it was our gift to him. He was so happy.

Rae said...

Well, I LOVED the photos! Looked like you had a great CHristmas! Food, wine, super gifts! Mine was lame in comparison, but now I think I'm gonna have to post some of my own pics on my blog this week, just so people will know I really did do CHristmas! Enjoy your new laptop!!! Happy New Year!

Sandra said...

1. Your girls are fantastic!
2. I love that bedazzled brush, I want one! They should start an etsy business.
3. The dogs are so cute. They're like muppets, so floppy..and tired.
4. Your husband, aka MacGiver, should go in business with my husband and they could save the world.
Great post as usual Joann! The world is a better place as a result of your upbeat attitude and optimistic writing! xoxox

granny1947 said...

What a lovely post glad you had a great time.
It took me back to times when my kids were small and we had huge family christmases.
Love the dogs on your bed.
poor ducks!!!

Ash said...

Yet another family post that makes me want to plea for adoption. said Uncle was single now, right?

jayayceeblog said...

Sounds like a completely fantabulous holiday celebration. Love the pictures (fuzzy and clear), love your kitchen, love your decorations, love Uncle and all your babies, 2-legged and 4-legged. Thanks for sharing!!!

Unknown said...

well, it's taken me a few trips back here to read this
I wouldn't want to skim..

I am so so glad you had all this bliss.
It sounds absolutely perfect.

Every last bit of it.

You are so blessed , and you radiate joy and gratitude .

And that brush ~ idea stolen .

and the U2 song, be still my heart. '

love to you.... and here's to being connections and community and joy in the new year.


Dawn in D.C. said...

I don't know if anyone noticed, but that is one big-ass kitchen. Color me envious!

To have a kitchen like that filled with all your favorite people? A blessing for sure!

Shabbygal said...

Ok, Joanne still wiping the drool from my chin over that freakin enormous island! WOW! We are planning on building a bigger island and I'm only gonna get a max of 7 feet. Oh well better then nothing! Your holiday looked fabulous! Uncle is adorable! Even if he is a playar! I had similar sweater experience as new hubby didn't know the [pile of sweaters off to the side were not to be washed, It was cute because he was so proud of himself for finishing up the laundry for me it was hard to be mad! Hugs, Traci

Nicki said...

The pics are gorgeous and I am in love with your dogs!!!!!!!!! Having a standard poodle myself, I just want to eat them up! Love the paws!!! I love your reference to Dooce as well...too funny! And oh. my. God. Is that your kitchen?? I apologize if you explained that and I missed it. My attention span for reading is not very existant right now as I am visiting my aunt and not at my usual computer.

Unknown said...

I went to Publix in SC! You look beautiful in that picture. :-)

What a fun-filled Christmas.

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