The "Stare..."

It was Christmas morning and I had set up my "Skype" equipment as instructed by daughter Wendy. A good time was about to begin with my grandchildren and I on the computer talking and seeing each other all the way from Bethlehem, Pa. to Dallas, Texas.
As a surprise I had purchased a nose and glasses party favor for the event. I was sitting at the kitchen table preparing to call Wendy and tell her I was ready when I noticed that the nose and glasses (with mustache) were awfully small. In fact, they turned out to be very small...probably for very small children.

I sat at my kitchen table wearing my Homer Simpson PJs, my Spongebob Squarepants
T-shirt, a black wool stocking cap and my nose and glasses. The T-shirt was a gift from Jakob and Paige for Christmas. Spongebob's eyeballs sat right over my "Lupron" induced man-breasts, giving his eyes a 3-D look.

I turned to Mille and said, "These darn little nose and glasses make me look stupid." I put my real glasses over the nose and mustached glasses. I looked down watching for a Skype notice, I tried putting my real glasses under the other ones. I tried to look at the snow out the back window. With both glasses I turned to Mille. I tried to focus. I realized that she had been staring at me all this time. She slowly shook her head and said, "Yes, Stanley, it is the size of the glasses that make you look stupid." She doesn't always agree with me...perhaps she was overwhelmed with the Christmas spirit...

Sleep walking dog!

State Fair '09

The Fennigs of Wyatt Street are preparing the extra bedroom for company in October. Dora McCann (My lovely sister) and Richard (My brother) are coming to join us at the State Fair of Texas...and we might get "pretend" tattoos.
Last year...or was it the year before...? I took them for the first time at the Fair and we did get tattoos and won lots of prizes and dolls for sis...
The most interesting thing about the visit was that my sister and brother noticed right away that Big Tex seems to have a gluteous minimus. He cannot sit down if he wanted to. We discussed having a fund raiser to buy him a butt.
Oh well, since this is the very first time I tried to create a blog I had better quit for now.

When the bird seed is gone...The Pitt is in the house

Okay, okay...we failed to find a taker for our "Poodle" because he looks so much like a Pitt Bull. Now what to do...
Anywhoo...we are going to keep Bradley...Brad for short...Brad Pitt for shorter... It took him about 20 minutes living in our back yard to figure out how our other dogs enter the house through our "invisible" wall. He studied it hard and then tried it...success..he actually came in and jumped on my bed and woke me up as if to say, "Hyuh-huh! I figured it out...'ya just trust that your molecules will pass through and here I am." In case I failed to mention it-our other dogs do not like having a Pitt in the back yard, let alone inside the house.

I then had to push the large tubs of bird seed that we keep for our back yard against the doggie door to keep Bradley out... He continues to push against the door and tubs and tries to move it...yes, and therein the title of this blog.

Merry Christmas by Jiminy!

I am still working at not losing blogs to the Internet ether and I think this one might really be an add-on.

It is now 'Christmastime, my favorite time of year and even though the season is about to wind down, my heart is still glad for our many blessings and, AND the snowfall that left us with a healthy blanket of snow for Christmas Morning. That was a first Christmas snow in the last 80+ years, or so we were told.
"Bradley" (see previous entry) and "Mary-Mary," two of our three dogs ran in circles around our yard in the snow for 15 minutes. Markey, our "coyote-looking" dog is still angry about the arrival of Brad so he just sulked.

I managed to spend the first week of December in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania with my little girl, Wendy, her husband Kurt and of course Jakob and Paige her two precious children. Can a Father have any more fun than playing with those kids and teasing with my daughter and my Son-in-Law?

My eldest son, Mike and his wife Amy decided to spend Christmas in Japan. My duties are to take care of and feed the 'critters they leave behind: Three kittens 'meowing, One German Shepherd barking, one Gecko hissing and one "Christmas Pink Toed South American Tarantula" that sits and waits for dinner in the evening...

When I reached into the aquarium and picked up a lively little cricket tonight I swear I heard him say from the palm of my hand, (in a tiny little high shrilled voice) "Merry Christmas Mr. Fennig Sir, This is so nice of you to pick me from all of my friends to wish me a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year...and just where are we going this fine wintry evening?"

I cleared my throat and said, "Uh... I...uh...Say Jiminy, let me hold your coat and hat...and you won't be needing the little cane this evening...oh, and a Merry Christmas to you too..."