I hate nutcrackers and they’re everywhere in the house.
iPhone FX Photo Studio
Well, starring Mom, I guess.
Here she comes…
Gene and Aunt Elaine in Manhattan for the Christmas tour.
He kept taking pictures of bums and laughing. Horrible.
Auntie in Bryant Park
I threw this in just in case you got bored of these two.
No, he’s not always this cheerful. He was posing.
No, she’s not always this cheerful either.
The real nephew. His carpet matches her drapes!
And, this is what he would say to that last comment.
Not sure what this was about, but I wish it would stop.
Looks like she owns it.
Grabbing their moment at the photo stage amongst thousands of people. No, Mr. Photographer just couldn’t put the bag down to get it out of my picture.
And, an outtake!
These two have some balls alright.
Remembering Mom at St. Patrick’s
Mirrors are artwork in themselves; reflecting their surroundings; making new pictures with each turn of the head. Mirrors only reflect the truth. This one could reflect the Christmas tree, the lake, a big screen TV, the girls working in the kitchen or yes, even Mom accepting delivery on Christmas dinner.
Mom is making sure her grandchildren aren’t always bragging to their spouses someday about how great a cook Grandma was. Very thoughtful of the future my mother is. So, I’ll use the Christmas tree reflection and hope my son forgets Grandma’s ‘famous’ veal piccata over a bed of Spanish rice surrounded with Mediterranean mussels from Il Palazzo (formerly Top Grill) that she didn’t make!
We’ll reflect on Christmas the old fashioned way… in denial.
I’d better bring my wallet in case she makes us split the tip.
I just found out that my sister Jackie makes holiday cookies for all the people in her life. Well, except for her only brother and only nephew who love her regardless of how much she hurts them by not sharing snacks made with love for Christmas.
Sure, homemade treats are probably best appreciated when given to strangers and acquaintances than those silly people whose blood runs through your veins. People that would share a kidney with you if you needed it. After all, the woman that helped you find your phone charger in the school parking lot certainly deserves something special.
Maybe Michael and I will bake our own cookies this year. It won’t be the same. We’ll call them ‘Outsider Cookies’. Maybe we’ll watch the Goonies movie while we make them and try to be inspired by how the losers all get together and triumph in the end. ‘Cause Goonies -R- Good Enough’.
I feel sort of like that little boy in the movie who said “Mommy, why did daddy burn me?” Hurt, but still loving the person and never really understanding the reason for their actions.
Perhaps, Michael and I will share some of our cookies with Aunt Jackie.
Update: I got cookies, candy and a delicious, home-made chicken pot pie!