Here Linda

Its whats for Dinner

So tonight as we are all recovering from poultry fatigue, I have opted to roast a slab of meat with thyme, chili powder, salt pepper and adobo, yes my roots are showing again. On the side I have a pot of black beans with Italian sausage, the mild stuff this time and not hot stuff inhabiting my deep freezer in the basement below. steamed spinach, fresh tossed salad and something ricey or starchy to help make small bodies go. No helpers, they all fell behind on their reading for the weekend or at least forgot to log it all, (darn paperwork, gee that's just like some one else I know)

I might throw in some kind of fresh fruit for good measure. As tomorrow I get to ride out to the weapons station someplace and work for a short period 0f time chasing trons.

News from the box

There is no way I can possibly provide an update in a single post, nor will I even try. But here goes some finer points. All of my short children are on television lock down..... meaning their television is strictly and formally curtailed. Nooooooooo Television at all except when there is something on that warrants a temporary release of the no television thing. This to force them to read at least an hour a day, and I know there is some lefty well meaning social misfit that will state that television is good for children. Nonsense, we have almost 1000 channels on cable here and the fare is no different now than when I was their age, 88 % garbage and much of the rest of that is for someone with the brain cell count of a drunken fruit fly.

I will have some more pictures shortly, just need to find my way to a computer with direct access to my photo library, can't get there from everywhere, even I have some limitations. Actually there are some new pictures in here after all.

Keep posted and we will try and update you on this reading thing.

So far the reading thing has cut down on the number of hours that the television. And if you want to find out what I am reading these days, stay tuned. I think I am on the 6th or 8th book in almost as many weeks.

These are Daddy's Girls

In each life some rain must fall,

and some of us have children,

here are a few of mine. There are

those that would rather have

boys than girls, and those that would

rather have girls than boys. Since I am

blessed with few of each, I could not be

happier. And yes they are kind of spoiled

and take a look at these faces, who could resist.

On this Day in this House

On the twentieth eighth day of August, all of these wonderful children became our children, until.... well I don't know, how about forever.

We want to thank my father and stepmother for coming down and spending time with us and joining us at the ceremony, my uncles and aunts, the ones that children have met and the ones the children have not met, for their love and support. Our friends near and far for their love and support and eating our cooking from time to time. Yes I really can cook, and of course so can Antoinette.

I want to thank Antoinette's parents, here and there as they have provided support and some useful feedback on child rearing and an alternate sounding board.

Here are a couple of pictures from the show, I mean ceremony.

Mommy, Mommy Please come home

Sunday was just another Sunday, and every one got to bed on time, following a shower and a meal, I kind of gummed this one up a wee bit, I have rice that had not been seasoned as strongly so I battled with Russell, he would not accept ketchup, mustard, or barbeque sauce in order to make it more tasty. He wanted hot sauce, .......
A child after my own heart,
you know that hot sauce fix everything, I mean everything.

please note that daddy does not eat simple wimpy hot sauce, he subscribes to the odd number child configuration in his fathers family, the odd children like spicy, the even ones do not.

Sooo Russell got daddy's XXXXtra hot sauce with the black label on the bottle and cheerfully ate about 20 bites before the wall collapsed.
And for some reason, he could not drink enough water.
He did manage to finish his dinner and run off to bed.

Boy do I miss my wife.

So I got up at four am and slipped out of the house and collected my spouse from the train station at five something and then quickly came home.

I took the bus, because of where it was parked.
Got home in just enough time to commence waking children up and her oldest son could not remember that he had seen his mother that morning and asked when she came home.

Sleep walking children

Mommy's Home........ I think

This past weekend, Antoinette left me alone with the children................... All of the children all ten, I mean twenty, I mean fifty, oh wait there is just six, why did it seem like more on Saturday afternoon.
The journey commenced on Thursday night, I skipped out of class a few minutes early, raced home ahead of the winds and all to jump into the microbus and race off to the train station in Richmond.
Of course our children went nuts when they saw signs for Richmond, poor,poor souls, I can go on forever, but Richmond is a very small town in my book. Train was on time so we loaded mama on the train ( loaded on, not throw from ... like the movie). Then let the adventure begin, drove home, oops got to stop off and get some petrol, there was a voice behind me complaining about having to push again. Bus still running good, no fumes yet. Got ourselves home, then I directed folks to get upstairs and get in bed, ho hum. Let the dog out real quick and then let him settle in where he seems to be most comfortable. On the floor, (Yes dear he slept on the floor) Antoinette also had the presence of mind to inform the little girls that if I had to comb hair extensively that I was going to use my special comb, you know the one that plugs in, makes a buzzing noise. Boys like it, little girls well ah not so much.

Anyway, got everyone off to school, walk to the bus stop, walk from the bus stop
cooked pizza, watched movies, everyone outside to play.

Took a vote on Saturday where do you want to go today, no this is not a windows commercial. Funland or Bowling or Golf,

The answer is golf, located a putt putt in the next county on the highway and set off to play.
Tried to keep score, yeah right, I can't count that high, I really can't count that high. So tossed the score cards back in the pocket and proceeded to herd cats..... I mean children.
The following points came to light during this outing.

Anthony is good, fun loving and patient
Linda has pretty good aim,
Jenelle is going to be the next Arnold Palmer
Jenette is going to be the next Tiger Woods, she was the only one to put a golf ball over a fence taller than I am in to the bush. (I'm not going back there for the ball, you go back there)
Just get another ball.
Kala, well she is six, leave it at that.
Russell, well he really wanted to play baseball and is still working on his swing.

Got home, out to play
Fed them Mexican fast food for dinner( note my idea of fast food is Qudoba or Chilpotle or one of them places. Feed a family of 8 for less than fifty and still respect your colon.

Everyone to bed, tomorrow is another day