Merry CHRISTmas everyone!Christmas time reminded me of another Kubanism. The correct way to sing the classic tune Angels We Have on Heard High is as follows:

Angels we have on heard high
Sweetly singing ore the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
(Chorus)
Glo—ria. In egg shells, cease day-O.
Glo—ria. In egg shells, cease day-O…

ThanksMas is holiday that comes between Thanksgiving and Christmas to celebrate surviving another semester… or for us old folks: to reminisce about surviving semesters or co-eds or whatever. ;) Typical celebration involves turkey, dressing, and all the trimmings. And, of course, watching a Christmas Story (or some similar classic, but a Christmas Story is best)

Kuban Engineering is this: use rules of thumb, guess-imations, and rounding to figure out how strong of a board or bolt you need… and then double or triple your numbers for good measure.

Yes, down in Kuba they speak Kuban and it is important to learn so that you don’t embarrass yourself in front of the locals. So here is a quick start lesson.

My Grandmother who likes to go by her first name - Millie - is quite the cook. She has several specialites but most probably fall into either the desert catagory or the big holiday meal type catagory. One thing that doesn’t fit either of those groups is her version of chex mix. I’ll add the recipe when I can since we are working on a cookbook here, but I can’t remember it all off the top of my head…

Anyway, Grandma Millie would often make us a batch of her “chex mix” when we were going on a church retreat kinda thing. She would put it in one of those tins that all grandmothers have and it would go with us on our outing to be inevitably passed around the bus. Now when you are on a church bus sharing a snack, calling for “Grandma Millie’s Chex Mix” can be quite a mouthful. I mean your hungry and all those words are delaying the time to get your yummy snack. Also, since it wasn’t exactly chex mix, asking for it as such seemed - well - somehow inaccurate. So time and time again this yummy snack was shortened by distinct individuals to simply “Grandma Millie”.

Now this led to some rather funny situations and facial expressions from people not really up on exactly what was going on. Imagine if you happened upon a group of people casually passing around a tin of Grandma Millie…. now imagine if people started snacking out of that tin…

I have long since reasoned that there is a buffet in the women’s restroom. Follow this logic: When you take a girl out to eat, she goes to the bathroom (sometimes several times) where she stays for long periods of time, and then she hardly eats anything during dinner. So… there must be a buffet in the women’s restroom. ;)