How to pick up

After a month or so of non-posting due to holiday "stress" I somehow have to get back in the swing of things. Let's see:

I drove to Florida with my dog for the holidays. Nessa opted out of the voyage, hid in the house, an had to stay in frigid Virginia for two weeks alone. She was regretting this decision upon our return, but she's doing okay now.


My family couldn't get their act together to buy a Christmas tree but they were able to make one entirely out of household items and Christmas lights. I don't think this lands in the lazy pile.


The cuckoo family also elected for a non-tradition Christmas (again). No, we didn't invite over the homeless - we celebrated Quacky Quistmas.


My brother and father spent days building water works for duck racing. They were literally building ponds, banked turns, drag strips and laying underground pipe to insure that the duck racing was top notch. It was. My father finished "Duck Downs" on Christmas Eve while my brother was still digging in the dirt to develop "Talladucka Super Slo-way" well into the night.


Everyone brought a duck. The picture here is of Katie and Pinray in "the winner's circle" (a bucket). Notice Katie's "crown"; Pinray obviously came in second.
I misinterpreted my mother's instructions that each duck would need duckorations and thought we were responsible for writing a duck "oration." I wrote a duck song about my devil ducky and his cheetah speed spots. It was quite the hit at Open Mic last week. The last verse composed entirely of words beginning with "d" convinced the MC and host that I "had done a lot of acid."

I also wrote a song for my cousin, and Christmas went off as they do: with music and stories, a little booze, and a duckoration from my uncle that had us all in stitches. Lots of wrapping, then unwrapping, eating, then pooping, then eating some more.

New Year's Eve was surprisingly uneventful for us, but I think it suited everyone just fine. We watched Looney Tunes and passed around humus on the couch.

We made up for it on New Year's Day however when my entire family went skydiving. You can watch a video of dad's leap here: http://www.skydivefl.com/01012011tandempages/marty.html

Mom says: "Take note! Dana and Rory are wearing no shoes and Daddy has no teeth." What a bunch of hicks. We followed up our sky-falling (no sky-dying or sky-pain!) and my holiday with lunch and pie at Flora and Ella's in Labelle.