Today is the start of a new year, and I am changing the Daily Diary a bit to relive our memories on Mondays. Instead of interesting facts, I plan to write about events/memories in our lives. I hope they are not dull, but they were fun to recall and condense!
We were up early to welcome the new year and watch the Channel Five coverage of the Rose Parade. Oops, no parade today. Irene and Brenda stayed with us last night instead of driving to Long Beach. Mary fixed a quiche, blueberry muffins, and some other goodies, and we visited for several hours.
Irene and Brenda headed home around noon, and we rested. I took a two-hour nap before Bob and Robin came over.
The kids came over around 3:30 PM, and Robin brought “Hoppin’ John” (Black-eyed peas) and split pea soup! Bob made his famous cornbread, and we thawed out the Thanksgiving turkey and cooked him up!
Robin is turning into quite a cook!!! She is beginning to go off-roading, meaning she starts with a recipe and then adjusts it to her taste. The Hoppin’ John she made was amazing; I had two large bowls, so I should be lucky all year long!!
We watched Christmas Vacation and laughed ourselves silly!
Bob and Mary, in their typical positions, at the stove conversing about tonight’s meal!
Dang, I married a cannibal. She turned that turkey leg into bones in 30 seconds flat! I was going to offer to hold her leg since her arm was broken, but that look told me, “DO NOT TOUCH MY FOOD!”
The kids stayed with us after dinner, and we watched Chevy Chase in “A Christmas Vacation.”
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation is a 1989 American Christmas comedy film and the third installment in National Lampoon magazine’s Vacation film series. Based on Hughes’ short story “Christmas ’59,” which was published in National Lampoon, tells the story of the Griswold family spending Christmas vacation at home with their relatives and the ensuing mayhem.
The film performed well at the box office—grossing $73.3 million—but received mixed reviews from critics. It is now regarded as a classic Christmas film.
When Uncle Eddie was dumping his “motorhome,” I thought we were all going to fall off our chairs1