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I would just like to say that I am lovin the days after Christmas. Our family had a wonderful Christmas. First of all, everyone was healthy. So that meant that everyone in the family attended. We had a three and a half year old that was into passing out presents and unwrapping everyone's presents. I think that is the last time until the next generation of children show up.
I, and I think all of my family, like roast beef for Christmas. It is supposed to be the easiest dinner ever: roast, baked potatoes, salad and peppermint ice cream with chocolate sauce. Except for one year, when my daughter Meredith cooked, we have had a problem getting the darn roast cooked. Dinner is always two hours later than we think. Aside from Meredith, who gets it done on time, we wait and wait for the thermometer to rise. Collectively we read the recipe and collectively we are disappointed. And we are all inebriated by time of the extra hours of waiting.
We remember back 13 years ago in Mexico City, my daughter NoName bought a roast in from a fancy hotel. The chef told her to cook it for 45 minutes. Mexico City is 10,000 ft. So we know that is not going to work. Three hours later it is still undone and we cut it up and fry it. That roast cost $100.00. We had a second dinner of raw roast beef the next night, but the third night we made tacos. Everyone said that they were the best tacos they have ever had. So now it is hoped that a big enough roast will be bought so that we can have tacos for ten or more the night after Christmas. Thank God for Costco. And here is to my son-in-law, Bill for buying the thing. Next year the philosophy will be to roast at 550 for duration.
Alas there were fewer cards this year, I received only two with a religious theme. One was from my sister whose card was a beautiful fold out card with the painting "Flight into Egypt" detail. I would have also posted it, but it was hard to photograph.
This if from my good friend Judy. And I love it.
Merry Christmas to you all. Peace be in your heart and center the love there too.
Above is my grandson Gabe who is here for a few days with us. I am thinking that we are all going to enjoy each other.
This is the last day of being a conservative blog. I may do it again, because I need to off and on. The experience was worth while.
Today is the four year birthday of Day 2 Day Radishes. It was a hard year at times with the writing. But I think I will write and photograph for a while more. Considering I thought the blog would last 3 months, I feel that I could quit and I would have succeeded.
I want you to believe me when I say sat how much I truly admire the following hand written card from my Hispanic gardener:
Michael and Family
May you Christmas be joyful.
peaceful and bright.
and filled with the love of that
Frist holy night
God Bless you
Family Martinez
Fri, December 18, 2009 8:17:19 AM
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This came from outer space from one of Mr. Radish's friends
Tiger Woods Holiday Poem
Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
> Tiger Woods he came flying, chased by his spouse.
>
She wielded a nine iron and wasn’t too merry,
> because a bimbo’s phone number she found on his blackberry.
>
He’d been cheating on poor wife Elin, yup, double dealing
> and as each day went by another “love” came out squealing.
>
He’d been on Holly, on Jaimee, on Rachel, and Cori,
> On Joselyn, on Kalika, and TMZ had the story.
>
He slipped from top of the world to a porn center fold,
> as Tiger’s sordid tale was repeatedly told.
>
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
> and when he wasn’t hosing them, he sent them hot texts.
>
He crashed his Caddy, but didn’t call OnStar,
> yet he played “spank me daddy” with a skanky old porn star.
>
He’s been naughty, so with Santa he hasn’t a chance,
> except the big lump of coal that matches the lump in his pants.
>
In spite of his cryin', beggin’, and pleadin’,
> Elin went right out, and bought a new home in Sweden
> .
> And I heard her exclaim as she packed up the Escalade,
> If you’re going to get laid, then I’m going to get paid.
>
Now she’s not pouting, in fact she’s full of cheer,
> because her prenup ~ Christmas came early this year
This is Mr. Radish's birthday. He was born on a cold and snowy night in Minneapolis. He is of Irish. Swedish stock. He does not suffer fools which is why he should go to the Senate to help straighten that place out.
