I'm in rare form...or not so rare afterall.

My Mother always tells me to behave and stay out of trouble...but she's just wasting her breath and I think she knows that. I really can't help myself. Sometimes I'm such a smart ass, it even amazes me. Well, plus there are some people that its just so easy and way to much fun to pick on.

I've been referring to the Lake down by my Aunt Carole and Uncle Gary's house as a mud hole. For the fun of it more than anything. All though, it may be one of the nicer lakes in their state, I firmly pretend to believe the entire state is just one big mud hole. After all, there has to be at least one state you tease and make fun of. I seem to have several but that's just my way. I am my Father's daughter, after all. I can't help myself...its genetic.

So, my Uncle sent me a picture of the lake with this sentence below the picture: "Now how can you call this lake a mud hole?" Of course, I replied as such: "It's not hard...you know Sewage Ponds look pretty from a distance, but I wouldn't want to swim in one." Hehehhee...ah, life is good. I'm sure he has just as much fun tormenting me as I do him. Like I said...its genetic.

There will be no Christmas for Uncle Gary this year!

That's right, you heard me. I was talking to his daughter ( my Cousin Cindy) today and it was quite an informative conversation.

It seems that several years ago, Uncle Gary told his Grand Daughter (Danielle) that there would be no Christmas if she wasn't a Huskers fan. Now, we all know that being a Husker fan is serious business, not for the weary or faint of heart. No, its a die hard type of relationship. Husker fans are not the kind to jump on the bandwagon, you're a fan in the good years and the bad as well. We also don't entertain the idea that for different collegiate sports, you can have different favorite teams. None of this only liking the football team for that college and the volleyball team for another. Oh no, not acceptable. You also don't parade around in the enemies logo...and by enemy, I mean any team the Huskers face, in any sport they compete in. I think I've made my point.

Anyway, my Cousin Cindy told me that there wasn't going to be a Christmas for her Dad this year. Yes, it seems as though the man has gone out and purchased a Kansas State hat. BLASPHEMY!

I think the water down in Kansas has finally gotten to the man. I swear they must put something in the water, I really do. Why else would grown men want to parade around in something with a big purple kitty on it?!

Yep, no Christmas for Uncle Gary, no Christmas indeed. After all...don't you know that Santa is a Husker fan. How do I know that? Well, you don't see Santa running around in a purple coat do you...no its RED! Uh, YEAH! Plus, big purple wildcats would eat his magical flying reindeer. Those things don't grow on trees, you know. I rest my case.

What to do when Uncle Gary talks to much...

Well, Aunt Carole suggests placing your thumbs in your Ears, like so... Works for her, every time. Hehehe! If he starts talking louder, you just have to sing, "la la la", over and over, then after a few hours, he gives up and plays on the computer...making priceless self portraits of himself.