Hooray for the Cranberry Fluff!

This first pic (at least I think it will be shown first?) shows my "most favoritest" (as my honey-man's angel boy-O would say) spot to be found in my parents' home = "the kitchen nook." Although I spent only one full H.S. year in the house they now live in, I have always enjoyed sitting at this table, eating my morning cereal in the morning light that comes in from those windows.


The 2nd shot, I took just because I thought it was so funny - "Prize of Iowa" butter?!? I also think my family believes I'm nuts... "You're taking a picture of the butter" - spoken more so as a statement, stupified, rather than voiced as a question to clarify one's confusion.

3rd, the most coveted Cranberry Fluff (my recipe link HERE). I begged - more like insisted - that we make a double batch of this stuff. Do you know how much Cranberry Fluff that makes? Not enough. I LOVE it and it was ALLLL gone by Saturday!?! NOTE: No Jello product of any kind is to be included in its ingredients; thus, although it does include mini-marshmallows and Cool Whip, it does not meet full Mormon salad standards.


The next pic - what do you think it is - ??? The first time my father saw it, he immediately likened its appearance to that of a giant-scale training bra. My father simply likes to call things as they are... Honestly, it's a picture of the middle school I went to when we first moved to Iowa in '87. Lovely, eh? My father has said he believes the structural engineers and architechs who designed and ultimately built the school first got together and drew up the building plans to mimic breasts, just to see and test out whether or not the school district would approve or deny the concept. Cedar Rapids has another middle school building built the very same way... EVERYONE thinks of them as the boobie schools. And those who don't, just won't admit it.

Red was our Turkey Day's theme color ~ a lovely lil' red rose arrangement made by my step-mum. Martha Stewart should look out, I'm tellin' ya.



The Viagra ~this is NOT a close-up shot, but rather, a picture of a mighty large paperweight that can be found on my father's desk in his home office, given to him by his best-friend, Don, for my father's 50th birthday. Is that not hysterical? Tell me, is it not?

And Grant Wood's American Gothic came to town - see the article for details in pic itself = enough said.



One evening, the setting sun looked as though it were a little ball of fire just hanging around, out in the back woods behind my parents' home... the picture doesn't do the moment justice. I knew it wouldn't, but I had to at least try.



And the last pic -but not least- my parents' nifty, quite purty, pre-lit Chrimpus tree! Easy as 1-2-3!