D D Party at my house

Ryan and his wie Sarah

Ryan, Gil and Logan












Today is Ryan's 29th birthday
Jill cooked him a special meal. Turkey, stuffing, butternut squash, whipped potatoes, gravy, corn, cranberry sauce. 
It was like a dress rehersal for Thanksgiving.  It was a big hit!  :0)
Daughter Michelle is his godmother and she came and ate with us. Had to run to Medford.
Her sister in law's aunt is near death and she wants to be there for her and the aunt she has come to know and love.
To say the least it's been a busy day.
The back yard shed has been a catchall all summer long and it was getting tough to even get in there.
Promised myself yesterday that I would get in there today and clean and I did.
Almost..... but not quite done.
Heard tomorrow will be good weather so I pardoned myself around 5 p.m. :0)

I'm still chomping at the bit after hearing the President's aunt say that America owes her.
Illegally here, gets a disability check since 2004 and it is now $700 and some odd dollars a month.
That's more than my social security check and I worked to earn it.
God is providing her food and an expensive attorney that got her citizenship from a judge that denied her citizenship in 2004 and told her to leave this country and now he says ....STAY, you are one of us.
Makes one efffin sick to hear this woman speak... with an attitude yet.
Can only imagine how this injustice feels to those that came here legally and have been waiting and waiting to become citizens.
She went to the head of the line. Must be a speed reader ...let's face it..she didn't even take the test.
Suspect she knows zilch about American History.
All she had to learn was..I'm entitled.    grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

This morning ....no Butch.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!  Yep....... I asked.
Story goes like this....they were watching Hoarders and Jill turned to Butch and said..."that's what you are.
You can't find anything area in your house that is clear and that doesn't have things piled on it except your couch."
To which he took offense.
His bed, Alex's bed, the floors, table ...you name it ...have piles of clothes everywhere piled in a heap.
Just enough room to crawl in and curl up in bed.
Guess his feelings were hurt .....this time it was his choice.to go home for the night.  Poor baby!
Not to worry...he was back this morning. 
Damn! Damn! Damn!

I am beat!    I shit you not!
That's All Folks!