Just Gettin' Started

I have tried to start this blog several times over the past year, but always retreat because of lack of verbiage. So why now? I guess I shouldn't put off for next year that which I can screw up this year.

Several of my nieces have blogs and one of my sons posts a very professional blog about his book writing (http://www.lovebruns.com/index.htm), so I guess I'd better get with it or buy a rocker. I'm not ready for rockers yet (either kind).

Several of the blogs I follow are well written, articulate and witty. If that's what you are looking for, better reboot right now, 'cause this ain't the place. Sometimes I can twist a grin from a phrase but more often my prose stalks along like an amateur drill team with lots of noise and not much poise. Oh yeah, I'm addicted to rhyming couplets too, so watch out for them.

I am still recovering from our Christmas celebrations which I do enjoy very much. We have a Christmas Eve ritual of hors d'oeuvres dining that started the first Christmas my every lovin' and I celebrated as a married couple. To steal a phrase from my uncle, "we were so poor we didn't have a pot to pee in nor a window to throw it outta!" We did get a small Christmas tree and had a couple of wrapped presents and several wrapped empty boxes under the tree to give the apartment a Christmassy feel. That Christmas Eve, we sat on the floor by the end stand upon which the tree perched and shared a bottle of cream sherry and a box of party crackers.

So started a tradition that today features steak fondue, pizza rolls, summer sausage, multiple kinds of cheese, shrimp, pickled herring, nachos, etc. etc. The family all gathers at about 3 PM and it's off to the store we go. All are encouraged to pick up their favorite treat, at least one each but as many as they want (or their respective moms and dads will let them put in the basket). Then we retire home with grandma and I watching grandchildren while mom's and dad's hit the five o'clock mass.

When all have regathered, we peel, heat, cut, smear and generally prepare the feast; carry it to the front room with party tables, knees and napkins proceed to decimate said repast. Great fun! And I get my annual egg-nog!

Now a word or two about egg-nog. I have been an eggog addict since I was old enough to say the name. That which grandma made was absolutely nirvana since I would have gathered the eggs just hours before it was made and the milk used was from the morning milking.

I was twelve or thirteen before I learned that some people ruin their egg-nog with booze! Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a beer drinker and enjoy a good scotch or Captain Morgan's rum on the rocks, BUT DON'T MESS WITH MY EGG NOG! Sheesh, let some childhood habits alone! That sweet, thick, milk shake taste, aaahhh I could use one now.

Okay, so now I've started a blog. Let's see if it takes a year to add another thought piece.

Ciao