Serious yumness.....

Shorty can make some mean BBQ.

He whipped up this brisket earlier in the week...and my tight pants are proof of how good it was.

Shorty will not eat leftovers.....of any kind. So, WHEN I cook...I have to make meals for "right here right now" because it will just get thrown away.

However...I have come to find out Shorty WILL eat leftover BBQ....only if he made it.

We had serious yumness sandwiches the next night.

In Shorty's dreams....he will have a BBQ stand. One of those junky ones....on the side of the road....the ones with the best iced tea and brisket.

Man, now I am hungry.

I love BBQ and I love Shorty.

SHE DID IT!

Our kid did it!

She overcame her fear and danced her little heart out in front of an audience.....it was the cutest thing on the planet. Well, my planet anyway....

My day has been made. Maybe even my week! Not much to make me happy....

I love Rudolph!

he did WHAT?!

I am not a sports fan. I do not follow football....of any sort. I could care less about baseball...and basketball....whatever.

The only team I know anything remotely about is the Dallas Cowboys...simply because Shorty likes ( I mean loves) them. And their performance dictates his frame of mind on certain Sundays and Mondays.

I will watch a golf tournament every now and then...I can knock a ball around...enough to keep up with Shorty....and I used to like Tiger.

No matter what your opinion is...leave him alone, it's his business, he deserves privacy, he is a dirt bag, he should be stoned.....my opinion is no longer favorable.

And, it will remain that way. Pretty sure I will not be able to look at that perfect gleaming white smile the same way ever again. No matter how perfectly he swings a club.

Humans mess up. They cheat and they can be forgiven.....I know. I could forgive for 1 person....1 woman....but not 12. Not hookers.

As I was sitting in line waiting for an iced tea today...I came across a story about Tiger being possibly suspected of taking HGH. (Human Growth Hormones)

I remember when the whole baseball shakedown happened...and I could have cared less. Like I said earlier...I don't follow baseball...I am not a fan....so, I didn't care.

Now, I understand why people were so up in arms about it.

IF Tiger did take them...even once....his whole deal is fake.

Just makes me mad...because I liked Tiger. My kid liked Tiger, my husband....he loved him.

You just never know what goes on behind closed doors....but, he shouldn't have been doing those sorts of things BEHIND the doors....obviously he never thought they would open....

What a let down.

Food

Being the weirdo planner that I am...I made a "Christmas Morning Frittata" yesterday....on Dec. 12th, not Dec.25th.

And clearly...I have no idea how to take pictures of food...so, let the recipe do the talking...not the picture. It looks like a mustard pie.

This recipe sounded good...it had good reviews....but, I couldn't just trust a bunch of strangers with my food on Christmas. So, I made it ahead of time to make sure it was worth making on the 25th.

It was super yum!

Shorty put it in corn tortillas and added a few jalapenos.

So, if you are looking for something yummy and easy to feed your family on Christmas morning...try this. I will chop everything the day before...just to save time.

Here is the recipe. I followed everything to the tee....but, I skipped on the Worcestershire sauce. Just didn't sound good....and I didn't have it in my pantry.

Canadian bacon, sausage, or any other artery clogging meat would make it yum too.

Enjoy!

• 1 medium onion, chopped
• 1 medium green pepper, chopped
• 1 garlic clove, minced
• 2 tablespoons butter or margarine
• 1/2 cup chopped tomatoes
• 1/4 cup minced fresh parsley
• 5 eggs, lightly beaten
• 2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese
• 1/2 cup soft bread crumbs
• 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 teaspoon pepper

Directions

1. In a skillet, saute the onion, green pepper and garlic in butter for 5 minutes or until tender. Remove from the heat. Stir in tomatoes and parsley; set aside. In a large bowl, combine the remaining ingredients. Stir in reserved vegetables.
2. Pour into an ungreased 9-in. pie plate. Bake, uncovered, at 350 degrees F for 25-30 minutes or until a knife inserted near the center comes out clean. Let stand for 5 minutes before cutting.

Fifi? Is that you?

Look at my dog. Does she look happy? Aside from her Batman feet, do you think she likes that wreath around her neck?

Doodle the Poodle tried out a new groomer. They did a wonderful job...aside from cutting her feet a little short...they even decorated her with a Christmas wreath.

Wait a minute, I own a dog that wears holiday decor? Will the real Mrs. Short please stand up?

Shorty picked her up from the groomer.....I was out cleaning the driveway when he came piling down the street.

Picture a man, driving an SUV, with a baseball hat on backwards, listening to sports radio, with a huge Poodle in the front seat...sitting tall and proud....with a Christmas wreath on.

It would have been perfect if Shorty would have had antlers on his truck...

My plan is to clip her myself next time. So, at least I have a good baseline to follow.

Merry Christmas from Doodle the Poodle.

It WORKS!

This image usually means "this does not work."

In my past...I have been known to be lured by infomercials and heal scrubbers destined to make my feet look like they were 14 again.

In my very early 20's, I had my gallbladder removed. I was on the couch for weeks.

So, what do you do when you are stuck on the couch? You watch tv.

There was this commercial for a cleaning product. Promising to make your tile and shower shine like it was just installed by a builder.

So, I ordered it. I have said before...I like to clean things....and I had to have it.

No, it did not work. Not one bit.

I was at my home away from home the other day....wondering the isles while my kid was learning to sing "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer at day school....and I passed the "as seen on tv" isle at Target.

A Twin Draft Guard...promising to insulate doors and windows...

We have an issue with the old back door...tried to repair it to no avail.

So, I thought...$9.99....if it is junk...I will just return it.

IT WORKS! It is a miracle! No more cold air and bugs coming into the house.

So, if you have an ill fitting door/door jam....buy this! It really does work!

*note...I am not being paid to type this. I know the volume of readers that I have will significantly affect the Twin Draft Guards sales...so I had to disclose that for legal reasons.

The first day

Holy moly....

95 pound German Shepard....with a prong collar....sniffing my 5 month old 30 pound Poodle....kinda makes you nervous.

His name is Oscar. He is enrolled in the puppy Mensa classes as well. I have never seen a German Shepard that big. Ever.

The class is a hit.

Remember your first day of school? Meeting the teacher? Combing your hair just right? Meeting your new class mates?

Well...times that by 2. You are there...and your dog too.

Everyone was looking around the room...sizing each other up....thinking "my dog is better than yours, mine is the worst, oh I can't believe they let their dog act like that."

We all went around the room introducing ourselves...and introducing our dogs.

Funny and nice people.

The first couple and dog pairing is a couple in their early 30's with a miniature Schnauzer. They do not have children...and this dog is their child. The husband and wife bicker over how to train the dog, and each time the dog messes up...the husband tries to correct it. Then the wife picks it up...and hugs it claiming it to be just a puppy. She is in love with this dog...and to top it off...the dog's name is Emma June.

Another couple is in their late 60's. They have a 5 month old German Shepard named Holly.

Holly was calm the entire class...seems to only listen to the wife. The couple lives out in the county and have 6 other Shepards and a Husky. Shorty and I have come to the conclusion they probably have more money than they know what do do with.

The third couple...well, their situation is out of control. They have 2 6 month old Lab puppies....brothers. When they introduced themselves and the dogs....the dog trainer said "Oh, a trainer's worst nightmare." Meaning...sibling puppies. They yelped the entire hour and 15 minutes during the class. They could hardly be controlled. I can not imagine...not for one minute.

There is a single lady in the class...I didn't get her name or the dog's name. The dog looks like a Dingo.....some kind of wild dog. It just sat there....she had it in class to for socialization. I have already planned to ask her what kind of pooch it is. The dog is a fan of Baylor...since it had on a Baylor collar and matching leash. Wonder what the dog thought of football season this year.

And last but not least, Oscar. The 95 pound Shepard. And to think this dog is not finished growing. His owner was in the class with her Dad. He was there for support. I am pretty sure Oscar weighs more than she does. For real people. He is HUGE. But, I wasn't scared of him. Good thing since bees and dogs smell fear.

The trainer...she is great. She puts up with zero bull....and corrected us every time she made a mistake. Wish she would follow me around all day.

Of course Doodle the Poodle was on her best behavior...we are working on hand signals and "look at me" this week.

Wonder if this stuff works on 2 year olds?