Dad was in a nation strain band

My brother’s BLOG site (McKain Viewpoint) is pretty popular — articles are picked up and reposted by tons of other sites — even Internationally! Those are translated. Apparently. Funny stuff! Especially the one about Dad.

The repost of Scott’s post that referenced our Dad was mentioned on Twitter today by @scottmckain and I laughed out loud when I read it…

The first line of the original post: For as long as I can remember, my Dad was in a country music band.
The first line of the translated version: For as prolonged as we can remember, my Dad was in a nation strain band.

Seriously.

The translated repost goes on to say, “Country strain was in his blood — and we theory we hereditary it.” (I guess that means me too!) And… “It creates me wonder…would we grow a fan bottom if we stayed closer to a roots…” (I do NOT want a fan bottom. I will stay as far away from roots as possible.)

If Dad were still living, he would’ve thought the reposted article was a hoot…after much explanation of how it happened, of course. If Dad were living, he would be amazed and proud.

During the holiday season especially, I miss him so much. And Nanny. I miss her too…

what an amazing world

I got the following message from my brother on my iPhone:

I am in Sweden as you communicate with someone in Hong Kong over a date in Scottsdale booked by a Canadian bureau.
And Mom wouldn’t let us make calls to Seymour.

It’s an amazing world we live in, isn’t it?

Even more amazing is my granddaughter. (Yes, I am one of those totally stupid, over-the-top idiot grandmothers. So?!?!) I’ve watched the video below a bajillion times. Sorry, it’s in flash and you won’t be able to see it on your iPhone or iPad, but it’s soooo cute — and Coco’s great-mamaw in Florida (who can’t figure out how to watch movies received as an email attachment) can see it here. Probably. Why? Because it’s an amazing world…

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i know where the beef is

I’m a butcher’s daughter. I love steak. I love burger. Seriously, I beef.

No one else around here is a fan. Ben would rather have sushi or about any other Asian dish. Amber enjoys about anything that isn’t “normal” food that I grew up eating in the Ville. Coty likes Chinese best and Perry is a seafood dude. I’m always outnumbered when it comes to choosing a restaurant, so on my recent trip with my favorite brother — we ate steak. Every night. He even ate steak with eggs for breakfast. And the night I wasn’t with him? I ate steak with a friend who also likes steak. Not one grain of rice did I eat while in Phoenix or Vegas.

Funny thing I found out since I’ve been home… 2 of the eateries I loved — Modern Steak and Zinburger Wine & Burger Bar — are owned by the same parent company, FOX Restaurant Concepts. I found out before I got home that Modern Steak is one of the few upscale restaurants that even have rib eye cap on the menu. So yummy…

If you get to any location where you can visit either of these fabulous places — do it. Thank me later. Zinburger — get the Samburger and a glass of Educated Guess. Modern Steak — don’t miss the rib eye cap and sweet potato pie with burnt marshmallows. Trust me on this. I’m a butcher’s daughter.

practice Christmas

Sunday was a cold, rainy day in the Ville — almost exactly like it is today. Plans to drive an hour just to eat and visit with my favorite son and his family didn’t seem as appealing as an afternoon on the couch with a book I’ve had for 2 weeks and not had time to begin. He suggested he drive here instead, and have an early Christmas. After much negotiation, we decided upon a “practice” Christmas with everyone opening one gift only.

Turns out — we had the BEST TIME EVER, and the practice event went so well that we believe we are ready for the real thing… AND, we plan to make it a family tradition. Rather than opening all gifts with everyone from the family present, the intimate holiday was simply perfect.



What made practice Christmas even better?
The email that was waiting in my inbox this morning. In part, it read:
“Hooray for Early Xmas! Hooray for the great hero, Shelley Erwin, who stood against those who seek to soil the name of Early Xmas — the greatest of all holidays! We had a great time and are really enjoying the gifts. Thanks, Mom!”