Well that was a big ol’ fail, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. It isn’t as if you see exhaust manifolds for TR4As scattered on the ground like rice after a wedding.

The good news is I did find a side view mirror for the passenger side.(You know, the that managed to separate itself from my vehicle while it was sitting in the car  while I was recuperating from a broken arm last summer.)

Plus I did get to see an awful lot of very nice looking cars and some wicked strange ones to boot. Not to mention, it isn’t every day you get to hear a polka band play something by Dick Dale and the Deltones

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(and if January 1 is any kind of indicator, it’s also full of cheese.)

Happy New Year!!!!!

And so we ventured north to Palmyra to celebrate and babysit (so one of the birthday girls could celebrate with her dad).

Uncle Chad kept the kiddies busy for hours by flying a kite, getting it stuck in a tree, getting it unstuck and then flying some more and getting it stuck again. Man, the neice and nephew love him. I’m just along for the ride.

(and if you can’t tell, laziness personifies me for these last two posts).

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What did that mean exactly? That meant I reached into the magic closet of dress up and pulled out something rather old. I’m not sure the exact history of the dress I wore this year, but it came to me from Chad’s grandmother’s house. I had the same issue with his grandmother’s dress as I did with my Nun-nun’s dress last year. Man, our grandma’s were tiny. WAY tiny.

Borrowing from last year’s lesson, I took out the side zipper on the dress and stitched that seam up. I then cut the center and put in a placket & eyelets so the dress could be laced up. Voila! Perfect fit.

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After my early morning attempt to avenge a DNF out at the Botanic Gardens (let’s call this Epic Fail Part 2) which left sidekick shaking his head at my mania dedication to caching [it was below freezing] we headed up to Pittsburgh.

Without further ado, because in this instance the photos can do all the talking, allow me to let you see how the “beautiful people” (as Darrin said) watch football these days…

Chad and Darrin sweet talk the beer lady before nearly passing out when enlightened about the amount of the tab.

Darrin and Jay are pleased to be warm. So this is a football stadium, right?

I like football! Especially when there are clean, bright warm restrooms with no lines. Rocks out!

Do these guys look like they would send photos taunting their friend?

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The good news is we survived 2008.

It was a bizarre, annoying, trying, unusual year. And we made it through.

Bring On 2009!

Someone out there knows me well. 

Zombie love back at you! 

Long live Team Kuclick.

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Christmas Eve started out with me:

A) finding out the pony hurt himself again (injured stifle)

B) driving home with a SCREAMING cat  (my Nun-Nun just went into a nursing home, her cat)

Arrive at home. Apologize to our three cats for bringing home another cat. Quick change, fly back down interstate for mass with Dad. Then from there to boozing & food with extended family in the middle of a monsoon. We had an excellent time. Tons of delicious food, homemade wine, champagne to celebrate Doctor Berry and then I dunno. It was a long night!

For the first time that I can ever remember I spent Christmas Eve night in my own home, in my own bed. Which meant that I was free to stagger out of bed, stumble down the steps in search of caffeine and further gather my wits until I became a tolerable human being without being peppered with questions by my family (Chad being smart enough not to ask me questions right off).

So Christmas was a little weird. What with none of us pushing and shoving to shred the wrapping paper and get to the good stuff. Memories of new socks being flung across the room a distant memory. (Hey, good socks are expensive. I’m thrilled when I get socks as presents.) But there are some traditions that just won’t break, like me and Dad getting our Christmas picture taken (tree is a wee bit small this year) and Ping joining in the fun.

On the other hand, some things have changed mightily…just about everyone in the house had a blackberry that required a little attention here and there. And Molly huddled up to the front door searching for a wireless connection. Which would have been very hilarious, if not for the fact that I felt her pain staying in a house with dial up. Oh the horrors!

Sometimes though, good old paper will win out over technology when trying to demonstrate a good route home. Fortunately, some of us still carry a paper atlas or two (US Atlas circa 1995!). After a weather-induced detour that added significant miles to their drive, Molly was happy to get some advice from Chad since he knows his way around Eastern Pennsylvania.

And I took my traditional long winter’s nap once we got home. All that sitting around and eating sure does make a girl hungry.  Or maybe it was that 30 minute ride in the car. I’m sure it had nothing to do with my body being so confused by the bad food, alcohol, strange sleeping schedule and general chaos. Nope, that couldn’t be it at all! At any rate, there’s nothing like taking a little snooze (little snooze = 2 hours in my world) with a kitty keeping sentry.

Merry, Merry to all!