My mother became ill in August 2008 with ovarian cancer. This is a story of the final months of an exceptional woman.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Swaying to the Beat

Judy and Snuggles: Thanksgiving 2008
Having a Spot O' Fun doing the Turkey Trot*

Paul, Judy, Snuggles

Coagulated Jello...the Pièce de résistance!**
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Word of the DAY! confabulation***
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Ol' Judy and her trusty hound dawg, Paul Edmund, went on the prowl Thanksgiving Day with Snuggles, our 60 pound gobbler, proudly leading the way in her lime green halter top.
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Lordie...our festive Puritan Cavalcade landed us a meal for shure.
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We three stood with expectant gaze on the doorstep of our frolicsome niece and nephew, Shelby and Pod. They gave us the double Hairy Eyeball stared at Snuggles and said, "Ya'll come on in now, ya hear!"

Snuggles disappeared in a cloud of feathers and ecstatic yelping amidst Pod's beagles out back.
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Shelby wore Snuggles' halter top, classic black heels and fetching fuschia-pimento hot pants for a bit of Holiday Color. This ensemble showcased Shelby's Coagulated Jello to perfection! (see below)
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Shades of Pocohontas!!!
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My Lima Bean Dressing (yep...the Lima's and dressing all squished together in my purse) were accepted. In addition we had asparagus, sweet potato pudding, wonderful fresh, homemade rolls and coconut pie. Pod sliced into the 83 pound pork loin with the biggest, sharpest quadruple bladed electric knife ever made and tossed big shiny hunks onto each of our plates.
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The wildly scissoring electrified knife and gobbets of pork stimulated my appetite. Boy was it all good! Paul and I scarfed up plate after plate of steamy hot home cookin'!!
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Yes, we do depend on the kindness of strangers here 'bouts....friends and relatives too!
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Full as a tick,
Your Judy (via jeff)


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**Pièce de résistance is a French term (circa 1839), translated into English literally as "piece of resistance", referring to the best part or feature of something (as in a meal), a showpiece, or highlight. It can be thought of as the portion of a creation which defies (i.e. "resists") orthodox or common conventions and practices, thereby making the whole of the creation unique and special. The phrase gives the sense that the referred-to element is the defining essence of the whole, that part that makes it memorable or gives it its unique character.
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***confabulation noun: A plausible but imagined memory that fills in gaps in what is remembered.
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CONGEALED CRANBERRY SALAD

13 oz box cranberry Jello
13 oz box orange or pineapple or raspberry Jello
One 15 oz can crushed pineapple, drained
One can Ocean Spray Whole Cranberry Sauce
Shelby also adds about a cup of pecans

Mix both Jello's with 2 cup boiling water.
Add pineapple and cranberry sauce.
Add pecans.
Pour into 2 qt dish and chill until firm.


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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

When a woman wears a leather dress, a man's heart beats quicker and his throat gets dry, he goes weak in the knees and begins to think irrationally. Ever wonder why?

She smells like a new truck...

Anonymous said...

Happy Thanksgiving! Elise

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Anonymous said...

Dear Judy,

We had a great Thanksgiving. Will was able to take a break from Harvest for a late lunch. Mrs. Terry came over for a few hours and that was a wonderful thing.

Victor and Faye were here and my two babies, total delights, came also and spent the night. Cheryl and Steve were also around; we spent quite a bit of time together.

Christmas should also be good. I don't know how much Santa will bring, but we will all be together which is the most important point.

About being consigned to life on the Keester...I know a bit about that since I had a surgical "procedure" Monday and was out of commission for a few days. Unlike you I think I could get accustomed to such a life!

But, the wretched economy will not allow that now. Farming is getting a more difficult all the time for everyone now, Will included.

Anyway, get a Santa Hat and some snazzy Lederhosen for ol' Big Biscuit. Put him in some skates with LED flashing lights on them and you will have some Hot Action going! Have BB fry you a turkey in that getup and you will safely be able to evision the mud that is South Louisiana with complete equinimity.

We will be thinking of you with Christmas Lights surrounding your image like a halo!

Love,
Debra

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Vacherie, Louisiana, United States
Born in rural Arkansas my tongue took up residence in my cheek shortly thereafter. I use it to speak "Genteel Southern Lady". Cussin' I only use when provoked by the Uppity. Paul, my husband, and I have lived in Cajun Country for many years raising cane, twins (a boy and a girl; now adults? definitely old) and other mischief. Alligators, water moccassins and bears have tussled with me as I protect our swampy coastal farmstead. We are stuck now on lovely Lake Hamilton near Hot Springs where we have our second home. We have been here waiting for Godot since my heart valves blew out Late November 2007 and now with cancer diagnosed August 2008. The Furies have me in their sights... I am writing this blog to let my Beloveds know how I am doing so they will not "get off" in imagined ways on my dire straits. The reality is bad enough without turning my story into a B-grade movie of the mind. I know all of you wish me the very best. And I miss you! never no mind your fevered imaginations. This is as close as I can get to a fond and loving chat with you right now... Sadly, Judy aka Mizflounce passed away peacefully early on Sunday morning May 30th 2009 age 78.