Thanksgiving Day Belated - Part 2

Our trips to Snowflake for Thanksgiving have always had mandatory (again) volleyball playing. Before, After, Next Day - 24/7 if we could, of Volleyball games. By not going up this year, we knew we would be forfeiting that joy. Early in the day, as we were fixing our feast, Alan or Linda, I don't remember who, sent a text-photo of a snow covered backyard lawn and saying, "Wish you were here"!
What? - No volleyball this year! At least we felt a little better about being here in the valley, however, in return for their picture text - we sent one back to them also stating "No, Wish You Were Here!!!!
Please enjoy our adventure at getting just the right shot.Where's Shannon? Now where's Allan? Oh, here he comes! Sweet! Everyone get ready! Wait somethings not quite right. It's 58 degrees outside. Hang on everyone - I'll be right back. There, this is better.Okay, lets get some posing for our picture - text.

No this doesn't feel quite right. And in for the dip. To make it authentic of course of how warm it is here.

I can't remember what shot we eventually sent them, but it really doesn't matter, because I can just see all 45 of them up there trying to squeeze around Uncle Alan's phone getting a glimpse of Allan in a speedo.

Belated Thanksgiving Day - part 3

After the mandatory naptime - we decided to go out and shoot Jason's guns. I think he has 3. I am not a fan of guns and found out he broke the rule of having a gun in my home before he had moved out. He's on the Naughty List for sure. First off, the pistol. Good form. See the bullet? Go away Jason.

I don't want to listen to a NL Boy. (naughty list). I'm so mean.

Next, he pulled out his shotgun and we tried to shot clay pigeons. Doug got a whopping 5 out of 5. Stud. Katie: 3 out of 5. Allan: 2 out of 5. He's a lefty.

Shannon: 0 out of 5. Me, 0 out of 1. I didn't enjoy shooting it at all. Now for Jason. I don't recall how many he got. Not many. And not because of his shooting skills. It was mostly a 'pigeon thrower' problem. Katie trying, Allan trying, Shannon tried to throw a couple but I didn't take a picture of her. I didn't even try. After watching the 3 before me and my tummy hurting so much from laughing at them, I didn't want to put my self out there for humiliation as well. Jason losing hope, asked Dad to help out, who did alright after a few dud throws. . As you can see from our attire - IT WAS COLD!

The girls stayed in the back of the 'burb' for the most part - only coming out for their 'turn' at something.

The men folk just toughed out the cold weather.

Pretty sunset in November.

Okay, lastly, he pulled out his newest gun - a 33 aught. Now, I don't know how to spell it and I looked up 33 aught, ought and ott -nothing came up for a gun - so there you have my spelling choice. Aught. (almost goes with the story of the NL Boy). (aught - naught'y').

Jason and Allan went way up the side of this hill we were at and set up water filled paint cans - old juice containers with water, etc. This way when they get hit with the bullet they kind of explode and we can see it from very far away. Racing Allan back down the hill.

The naughty boy did his sharp shooting and we were done. Drove home. The last thing we did was watch a scary movie I had remembered seeing many,many years ago.

Dark Night of the Scarecrow with Charles Durning. Ooh. Nice way to end the evening.

Post - Jason just told me that it is not 33, but a 30-06. That is why I couldn't find anything relating to a gun named 33.

belated Thanksgiving - Part 1 out of 3

Our annual Snowflake Thanksgiving pilgrimage was a no-go this year. We had to break it to the kids, who at first were disappointed, but later said it turned out okay. Tuesday before Thanksgiving Thursday, we had a get together with a lot of the DeWitt side of the family so we didn't feel jilted too much. The volleyball we were too miss though, was almost unbearable. (More on that later)

So, a quick run to WalMart to get a turkey. This will be my first Thanksgiving turkey bake ever. (Yeah, that came out of my turkey. Thankfully Doug pulled it out for me. Gross.) And luckily the Butterball turkey came with instructions. Thanks for helping with the placing of the legs Katie). Mom DeWitt had always done it and now Diane has taken over and we can't remember when we hadn't ever gone to Snowflake for Thanksgiving. I had made 2 pies to share at the DeWitt get-together and then made 3 more for the big day. Stuffing was done by Katie - along with some sausage on the side done by Allan, if you wanted to stir it in.

Katie also cooked some canned corn. She was worn out.

Shannon was our table setter and she also won the Centerpiece contest. Actually she was the only entrant. And it was done in a matter of minutes.

Jason stepped up to the plate and mashed our potatoes for us this year. Umm...those potatoes were so creamy. oh, yeah, I forgot. Katie was also the potato taste-tester as well. I started to carve the turkey, but luckily Doug finished it. It was eatable, thank goodness and really quite good. Thank you very much.

You remember this don't you Jason?! Don't laugh Shannon. Keep it in!

After Thanksgiving mandatory napping time.

well, some of us know about the nap time rules. Thanks Jason for obeying. Katie was probably sleeping too, I just forgot to snap a picture.