Friday, December 31, 2010
We were always a Live Tree family.
Tromping out to the woods behind the house, always on a cold, cold day, to pick out the perfect tree with my Dad was an annual tradition.
Only we never got to pick the perfect tree.
We always had to get an icky-old cedar tree--and usually one with a flat spot on the back (because it was going up against the way anyway).
Dad was (is!) a practical kind of guy.
I always, always, always wanted to have one of those pretty, perfectly conically shaped pine trees that smelled sooo good.
But we had to save those. For what I don't know.
The few pines we had were ones Dad had planted himself. Many were from seedlings he'd brought back from a visit to Georgia.
Looking back, I have to admit, the cedar trees weren't so bad--especially now that I live in a fake-tree home (The Husband has allergies that banned the live tree a long time ago! This is our plastic tree as it is this year.).
I think it was more of an issue of The Forbidden Fruit that made the cedars seem so awful. Besides, it seemed we had at least 2.3 million of them on our Southern Indiana hills. And cedar trees are basically the vegetative equivalent of rats.
I do have one of the old glass ornaments we used to adorn those scrubby cedar trees. We had these in red and green.
I always loved them...
Just don't tell my mom that I swiped one when I was digging in the attic a few years ago!
Check out what is going on--or has in the past--during the holidays in the homes of other farm families by visiting the Real Farmwives of America link up on Facebook.
Have a Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
It's only Wednesday and I'm feeling tapped already this week. I have some commentary about work, but I don't have the energy right now... Plus, I'm a bit on the crabby side. I might type something shameful.
So, I'm going Wordless this Wednesday with a picture from our family's Christmas break trip to the bowling alley. (Glamorous holiday travel, huh?)
The ball slipped out of her hand, rolled half-way down the gutter of the neighboring lane and stopped.
The attendant didn't believe us... we got a lecture and a stern look about staying in our own lane.
Blue cheetah, thanks to a manicure set they got for Christmas...
I went out in public with is today! hahaha!
Monday, December 27, 2010
: We usually just have a normal dinner and then stay up to watch the ball get lit up but Big D never makes it to midnight
2. How tall are you?
: I am exactly five feet tall but I am still growing
3. What is your favorite pudding flavor?
: My favorite pudding flavor would have to be vanilla with vanilla wafers
4. What room of the house do you blog the most in?
: I do it in any room but I only do it once and awhile and only do meet me on Monday
5. What is your best physical feature?
: my eyes because they sparkle and the pretty blue color
Friday, December 24, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
And Christmas is no exception for me.
Actually, it's not really Christmas. It's Santa.
Did the Jolly Old Elf visit your house as a child?
Yes, he was a regular at ours, each Dec. 24th. I was always
exciting because in the drafty old farmhouse we grew up in, The Big Guy had to make his entry in MY room!!! That's right! He'd have to sneak right past my sister and me sleeping, because the only intact fireplace left in the house was in our room! The other one was clogged up by the big wood stove my 'rents put in.
Talk about making it hard for a kid to sleep at night!
I thought I might actually get to sneak a peek...
Plus, everyone in the front of the school bus was all hyped up about Saint Nick's arrival and all the loot he'd be packing along.
Now, if you notice what I said (typed?), the kids in the front of the school bus knew all about Santa Claus and his dealings. That was where all the little kids sat.
However, dissidence was building in my head, because rumors were starting to trickle up from the back of the bus (aka, where the 6th graders sat) that some of this HoHoHo business might not be all it's cracked up to be...
That was really troubling to me, because:
A. As we all know: Everything you hear on the school bus is true. I think most people over the age of 30 recognize that the school bus was the major source of information and wisdom back in the day--seeing how we didn't have the Internet back then; and
B. Mom and Dad told me Father Christmas was coming.
What's a first grader to believe?
I double-checked the facts with some key influencers in my life:
- The babysitter
- Holiday TV specials
- Mom and Dad
All of them wouldn't be lying. Right???
I clung to the truth as a knew it, figuring there must be some mistake.
Well, sure enough, the day came one Saturday when my mom was on her every-other-Saturday shift at the hospital. (I know she was working and not home, because that was the only way I could get away with playing with her stuff.)
My sister and I were deep in a session of Dress Up and decided the perfect accessory to whatever ensemble we'd assembled would be Mom's tall, black, shiny go-go boots. (I so wish you-all could meet my mom, because you would chuckle at the thought her wearing go-go boots at some point in her life! I'm chuckling right now!)
That's why I was digging in Mom's closet that fateful day, not long before Christmas.
Total innocence was about to go down in a ball of flaming disappointment as a burning seed of distrust in all that I knew and love and valued and counted on (am I getting a bit dramatic here? Sorry.) would be destroyed by one upward glance!
I happened to look up and, right there, on the top shelf on the right, was exactly what I wanted for Christmas.
And my sister, too. (Littlest sister was not yet born.)
How could this be? Our entire Santa list was right there, in MOM'S CLOSET!! (Keep in mind, our gifts only came from Santa. The 'rents never claimed to give us anything back then.)
I remember running to get my siblings to show them. Maybe we could figure this out together.
I was truly, truly confused.
And I couldn't ask Mom or Dad, because I kinda, sorta shouldn't have been "borrowing" Mom's shoes. That alone would've earned me a whoopin'.
The siblings and I came up with all sorts of scenarios, like "Maybe Santa dropped them off early" or "Maybe the toys are for our cousins". Anything at all to explain that we hadn't been victims of lies. Finally, we decided to wait and see if that was really the stuff that showed up Christmas morning.
Can I just say, that this was probably the one time I was really hoping I wasn't getting what I wanted for Christmas?
I'm serious here. I really, really felt like the whole world had been lying to me.
How could I face the future knowing that the truth in life was to come from the obnoxious kids sitting in the back of bus number 3???
(Fast-forward a couple years when I started hearing about sex from my fellow bus riders... but I digress...)
Sure enough, Christmas brought exactly what was in the top of Mom's closet. And the cousins didn't get anything close to it.
Right then and there, I decided I was never going to lie to MY kids about Santa and subject them to the crushing knowledge that parents aren't always truthful.
And I haven't.
The grandparents persisted in their efforts to perpetuate this lie upon the next generation, but I felt good knowing that my kids (where were instructed to play along anytime someone brought it up, so we don't ruin the pretend fun for other kids) knew I was always honest.
And that's why "Santa" won't be visiting our house this year.
Friday, December 17, 2010
So, out of just being completely brain dead, I'm sticking with Five Question Friday for my post today.
I do want to give a bloggy shout-out to KD at Life Inspired by the Wee Man, who recently signed on and noticed she was my 100th follower. I told her I at least own her some balloons or something.
Welcome aboard, KD. I hope I don't make you regret it...
I never imagined this thing would go that far.
I think LittleD thinks I'm making up fake profiles on Google and following myself.
1. Do you regift...and if so, do you have a regifting horror story?
Heck, yes! And, no, I haven't had any horror stories--or I'd probably quit doing it!
2. Do you know what you are getting for Christmas this year?
I know at least two gifts... hehehe... I bought them myself and smuggled them to the girls to wrap up.
If you had The Husband buying for you, you'd understand...
Beyond that, I have an inkling of what I'm getting... because I fed a couple suggestions to the girls and they already blabbed that I wasn't getting the practical one that I really wanted. (No shock there; The Husband is doing the buying, afterall.) And, he hasn't taken the girls to DressBarn yet (the place he goes when he can't come up with anything else), so I have a feeling I'm gettin' the goods.
3. Who brings the most gifts in your family, you or Santa?
Me, of course. If it wasn't for me and my trusty Acadia doin' all that runnin' around, that tree would be bare!!! The Husband did ask that I at least tell him what we're giving the girls before they open it. (That was after I asked if he's shopping with me or if I'm doing it alone.)
We don't do Santa.
That should be a blog post. Maybe this weekend. How I'm still scarred by the reality of Santa Claus.
4. What store do you love to by jeans from?
Any where I can find them. I recently reentered the world of jeans. I literally went years without owning a pair--out of total disgust for not finding any that: A. fit, B. didn't make my butt look like the side of a barn, and C. ***most important***I was willing to pay for.
Yes, I'm cheap. And I don't care if you know it.
Sorry, but jeans are NOT worth $100 a pair to me. Who am I kidding?? Even half of that is too much.
I actually snagged the last pair for half-price at a little boutique near here, Chez Willee.
5. Christmas meal: Big, All Out Meal or Snacks and Apps?
Usually the big meal.
This year we're goin' to my brother's family's house (pre-Christmas shout-out to the SIL, my anonymous blog stalker). I hear we're having ham. (Love ham... or any pork product for that matter.) I'm bringing cookies and a dessert.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I suspect I do... but I'm in no hurry to confirm it.
After all, 19+ years of cookin' for The Husband, birthin' two children and a sedentary office job just might be reflected in my thighs...
I had half a mind to try on the white taffeta dream when BabyD recently convinced me to pull it out for her to take a look.
Then I came to my senses.
So, I let her try it on.
(I didn't realize how bad the picture was until I uploaded it. Sorry for the blur.)
She immediately wanted to parade it around the house.
He 10-year-old little frame didn't exactly fill it up. But I did get an eerie peek into the future... and I had to shudder. Not ready for my baby girls to grow up just yet. Or be interested in boys. Or dating. Or all the other stuff that comes with...
The Husband and I were actually thinking of setting up an Arranged Marriage for each of the girls. That way we can by-pass some of the stress of teen girls dating. If they want to date, they can talk to their husbands. Sounds too simple.
Actually, I do have a co-worker who has been married for 37 years to a woman his parents picked. And he thinks it's a great system.
In fact, this summer, his son married a young woman he and his wife selected (along with the bride's family). The whole thing was very interesting to me. The son, who had graduated from college a little more than a year ago, was quite ok with the whole thing. His parents suggested it was time for him to "settle down" and they simply asked him if he'd like them to find a wife. The son totally had a choice about it, and agreed. In his family, and their culture, this is a normal part of life. Even here, in the United States, in 2010.
So, my first question to my co-worker was, "Where does one find a wife? Do you have a catalog? A web site? How do you go about that?"
Turns out, the folks from his native country is stay fairly well connected here in the U.S. They just put the word out to some other families with daughters of the marrying age and that's how they found the bride.
And she's not some uneducated girl trying to climb the economic ladder by marrying a U.S. citizen. She's a pretty, educated recent college grad, who grew up in the Western U.S. She, like the groom, just respects the cultural norm in her family.
The young couple had total veto power. They did meet and talk by phone, separated by several states. Any "dates" were chaperoned (see why I'm liking this for my daughters?). And, ultimately, they got to decide for themselves. I guess it's more like parental match-making. And, my co-worker says they feel good that their son is marrying into a good family, they've known for years, with common values. What more could you ask for for your child?
Fortunately, arranged or not, we're still years away from marrying off our girls.
But that doesn't stop me from keeping an eye out for good families with smart and charming boys.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The one thing I really appreciate about our annual shin-dig is the girls always make the presents for each other in the gift exchange. We draw names and discuss the rules every year. And they always, always, always say that's the best part.
And I love to see what they come up with.
One of the things BabyD's "Secret Santa" gave her was a tree ornament made from a real tennis ball. BabyD took up tennis this year. Santa-Girl even customized it with her name.
LittleD's giver made her brownie cupcakes with pink frosting (her fav) and a bookmark with a Yellow Lab on it.
After I loaded the girls up on sugar: Cupcakes and ice cream. We got busy on our special craft project. It's really easy and might be a good service project or gift for some older folks in your life.
My Scouts love to do crafts and we got this idea from one of the moms--she's a nurse at a rehabilitation center for senior citizens. My girls wanted to do a project to serve others--something we're always talking about. She said the patients are always losing their glasses. So, we decided to make beaded neck chains for their glasses--the kind librarians are notorious for. (Sorry to stereo-type any of you would-be librarians out there! My sister is a librarian, and I haven't seen her dawn one yet.)
I actually found those little loop-ends at JoAnn's. They come 30 to a pack.
LittleD and I spent about an hour pre-cutting the string and crimping the loops on ahead of time. This helped us jump right in at our Scout meeting, since we had to eat, exchange gifts and make 30 of these before we left.
I got a good deal on assorted beads. The girls just jumped in and started stringing their own designs.
I think these came out beautiful. I sat and crimped the other end as they finished them up. We had a pretty good assembly line.
We did make some of them with plain leather cord for the men. (We didn't think 88-year-old veterans would appreciate the pink and silver beads as much.)
Check out the first batch:
Pretty cool, huh?
We have a half-day before Christmas break, so the girls and I are going to put them in cute little gift bags and hand deliver them to the patients, along with Christmas cards and maybe a carol or two. They've visited nursing homes before, and they are quite excited to go.
I love that these girls, who range in age from 10 to 13, are so willing to give of themselves and share the love of Jesus to some seniors who don't get a lot of visitors, let along gifts. They genuinely enjoy talking to these seniors and hearing stories about when they were young.
One more way that the kids remind me to be a better person.
Monday, December 6, 2010
LittleD was up bright and early this morning... throwing up. In her bed.
Yup, I had a load of laundry going before 5 am this morning.
Came out of no where. I hope she just ate something disagreeable yesterday. She really didn't have a fever (98.9).
So, here I am: 8:55 am on a Monday on the blog, in my PJs and robe, dog lying on my feet, watching The Andy Griffith Show and I'm thinking "boy, I'm glad I don''t have to go out in the -5 degree weather!"
What a life! (except for the barf)
It was a busy weekend. I had to work a trade show--where I had a real life, face-to-face meet up with Bloggy Pal Jent at From My Front Porch...
LittleD tagged along with me. One of my friends was amongst the show organizers and her husband was out of town, so she contracted with LittleD to baby sit her 1-year-old. Now this was LittleD's first paid babysitting job. She did great and kept the Babe entertained the whole time. The only crying was during the diaper change (and it was the Babe, not LittleD).
I did have to step in to help with the diaper duty... Yes, it was the full prize the first time. Since this was LittleD's first, she needed a little guidance on the details. So, now I'm trying to collect my fee as a diapering subcontractor. Don't you think LittleD owes me a cut of the profit? I did all the wiping! She seems to think I do these things for free. I'm trying to teach her some basic economics. Some how, I don't think she's going to ante up...
Now LittleD is loaded. Only she's not looking to go out and spend it right away. She's saving up to go on a mission trip with our church. Hopefully next year. She's very committed to earning the money herself--which I think is great. She just seems.... sniff... so grown up... sniff.
Meanwhile, I'm going to do the Meet Me On Monday link up.
When BabyD comes home, I'm sure she'll want to add to the post, as has become her thing lately. Until then, you can see my boring old answers:
1. What is your favorite kind of cheese?
A: Asiago, especially on scrambled eggs with mushrooms. Otherwise, it used to be this caraway seed Havarti that I can't find anymore.
2. What size is your bed?
A: Queen. Big mistake. Should've bought the king when we had the chance. It just seemed so big back then... before we had kids, who like to snuggle.
3. What is your most overused phrase?
A: Lately I've been finding myself saying "really?" I used to annoy one of my coworkers with "Look at me!", but I think I've broken that one.
4. Green or purple grapes?
A: Purple. Actually black seedless, if they're on sale. Seems like green are always the cheap ones. 5. Shower, morning or night?
A: Morning or else the previously mentioned coworkers would say "Look at you!" because of my hair's ability to channel Medusa overnight.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
I love, love, love making a big ol' turkey and using the leftovers in about a hundred (ok, maybe only 75) different ways.
I don't wait for Thanksgiving or Christmas to make a big bird. (It's just a good time to stock up my freezer when they're on special at the store!)
I usually make the biggest bird I can lay my hands on. This year's was a mere 20 lbs.
And, I learned a long time ago not to screw around with that silly basting business and flipping the bird part-way through. Heck no! I just use my trusty Oven Bags. A turkey-sized bag and a meat thermometer and you can't go wrong! I haven't made a dry turkey in years! (Is that bragging?)
Actually, after my family had to choke-down a very dry bird early in my marriage, my Grandma suggested I try her method. And it works like a charm. Plus, it cooks faster. Bonus!
So, on this Hunk O' Meat Monday, I want to give a shout out to Katie and her family at Squaw Creek, who raise turkeys for the rest of us to enjoy.
Here's my first leftover recipe:
Turkey Mushroom Risotto Recipe
2 Tbsp butter
1 large shallot, chopped
1/3 pound chanterelles or other fresh mushrooms, chopped
2 garlic cloves, chopped
1 Tbsp fresh sage, chopped
1 1/2 cups Arborio, Carnaroli, Vialone Nano, or other risotto rice
3 cups turkey or chicken stock
2 ounces Chevre or other fresh goat cheese
Black pepper to taste
1 Bring the stock, plus an additional 2 cups of water, to a simmer.
2 Heat the butter in a medium-sized pot over medium-high heat for 1-2 minutes, until it begins to brown. Add the shallots and mushrooms and toss to combine. Salt them well and sauté until the shallots are translucent, about 3 minutes.
3 Add the garlic, sage and rice and stir well. Sauté for another 1-2 minutes, stirring often. Add 1 cup of the simmering stock. Stirring constantly, let the stock evaporate before adding another 1/2 cup. Repeat, stirring almost constantly, until the rice is al dente, cooked through but still a little firm. This will take about 20-30 minutes.
4 When the rice is al dente, add the goat cheese and stir well to combine. Add the black pepper and stir again. Serve at once.
**My appologies to the blog where I found this recipe a while back--I didn't make a note of it to give appropriate credit.
Now, for this week's Meet Me On Monday 5 Questions.
BabyD is joining me again to help answer (in blue). (She's a my blogger-in-training, since LittleD is burried in homework!)
1. What is your favorite way to eat chicken?
A: Orange chicken, grilled chcken with ketsup, or Chick-Fil-a chicken sandwhich. I vote for the orange chicken/General Tsao's.
2. Have you decorated for Christmas yet?
A: No, because my sister LittleD has her birthday in December, so she gets to decide when the tree goes up. Which is not fair. She always says after her B-Day, but I want to do it the day after Thanksgiving. To be fair, this is the first year she's asked to wait until after her birthday.
3. What is your favorite article of clothing?
A: My new furry boots, and jacket, gloves, my new black scarf my mom made. I don't have an absolute favorite, except maybe my black pencil skirt.
4. Do you pay your bills online or write checks the old way?
A: I am so happy I don`t have to pay any bills. I get to relax! (Isn't life great when you are 10?)
5. Do you make Christmas cookies?
A: Yes, with a lot of frosting, and sprinkles on the cookies I make compared to Mom and LittleD. But mine are the Best. We usually get some made--which rarely last very long!!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
I thought I'd share a couple.
We're not exactly the go-all-out-and-be-festive kind of folks. We keep it a little low-key.
Actually, I think boring is the right word.
One thing we do, at the Thanksgiving table, is pass a Mason jar to count our blessings.
I start collecting shiny new pennies (that must be marked with the current year) around July. I'm never sure how many pennies I'm going to need until Thanksgiving day is upon us. If everybody is here (and that's rare), I need 15 pennies.
Sound easy, but it's not always.
This year, I had a boatload of pennies. For some reason, last year I barely found any. Almost had to switch to dimes!
Each place setting gets a penny (yes, I wipe them down with a Clorox wipe to minimize the cooties--money is gross).
We pass the jar, so each person can tell something he/she is thankful for.
It's a little hokey--and everyone but my kids (and me!) think it's lame. (Told you we're boring.) But I persist.
It's neat to see the jar starting to fill up. BabyD likes to empty out the jar and ask why we don't have pennies for some years (we weren't home) or why we had only four some years (no one else was here that year).
I figure some day, after I'm dead and gone, my kids will fight over who gets possession of the jar.
Or they'll cash it in and go eat cherry pie in my honor.
Another important part of Thanksgiving is the cranberry sauce--jellied, not whole.
No, I don't make it. But I have perfected my method of getting it out of the can in one perfect piece, without blemishes--which is an extremely important part of the presentation.
I call it Thanksgiving art.
A representation of the abundance of America's modern food system and all
that technology has to offer us in convenience packaging.
At least, that's how I justify it. I suspect some family members (one of whom just might be reading this--and You know who You are!) think it's tacky. But I don't care. You have to understand that this has become particularly difficult in the last two years, since the food processors have changed the can design, and you can no longer simply open both ends with a can opener (ha!). But I have overcome! So, behold my perfect can o' cranberry sauce...
Makes you hungry just lookin' at it, doesn't it?
LittleD and I love this stuff. Sometimes we crack open a second can to help get us through the leftovers.
(I really should have taken the picture after flipping it on its side, so you have the full effect. It slices in beautiful, perfect circles that way. But, I was in a hurry to get the grub on the table.)
Black Friday is not a big shopping day for us. Sometimes we go out late in the afternoon to pick over the leftovers at a store or two. This year, I did venture out for three very specific stops--but not at 4 am. I went out about 9:30 and got my goods (nothing big or fun, mostly stocking stuffers) and was back well before lunch time.
Anyway, we do venture out late in the afternoon to enjoy communing with our neighbors on the town square. About three years ago, in an effort to draw more visitors to downtown, our little village started stringing old-fashioned lights from the Court House to all the businesses around the square. The trees are lit up, the window fronts are decked-out, the lamp posts are gussied up. It looks so pretty when some lucky kid wins the drawing to flip the switch with Santa.
This is the one brief highlight to Daylight Savings Time--since it's dark when I'm driving home, I get to enjoy the canopy of lights when I'm commuting home every night!
The whole event has really become a festival, because they block all the streets, set up tents with activities (corn hole, face painting, games, crafts) and a music stage. Practically every business is open handing out cookies or fruit cake or cocoa or popcorn. The fire fighters serve chili--a short respite from turkey leftovers.
Another highlight is the live nativity. They always rent camels to join the menagerie. How often do you get to pet a camel in your home town???
Gawking at the Christmas Lights
So, alas, it's Saturday and we have to get out of the house for a little exercise. I spent much of the day sewing Christmas gifts. We'd watched the movies we checked out from the library (Fiddler on the Roof was today's favorite). We cashed in a Groupon and did some bowling (I won, of course... even though no one will admit it because the ball counter messed up my score and didn't count TWO strikes!!!). Then we swung by a FABULOUS light display at Reynold's Farm Equipment in Fishers, IN. It was bigger and better than ever. I've met the guys who put this thing together, and, I must say, it's quite creative for a bunch of men who work on tractors and combines!
My favorite was the Bumble, remember this guy?
So, this is the official launch of the Christmas Season for our family. All we need is a little snow!
We'll get the tree up one of these days--after LittleD decides it's time. She has a December birthday, so she gets to decide if the tree goes up before or after her birthday. Most years, she's gung-ho to get it up while it's still November. This year, however, she's wanting to wait until after. I knew this day would come. I know too many people born in December who feel like they've been ripped off, and the birthday gets lost in the Christmas season. So, The Husband and I decided when she was born to let her decide when she was old enough. Besides, even if we wait, we'll still have a couple of weeks with that monstrosity dominating our living room and getting destroyed by the cat.
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving full of your own traditions! I'd love to see what you do at your home.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
A: automobile—I have safe, reliable transportation.
B: bed—A warm, comfy place to sleep.
C: chocolate—Especially dark.
D: daughters—Two fabulous girls who have deepened the meaning of my life.
E: elephants—Someday I’ll own one of my own.
F: family—We were all together just a couple weeks ago for my dad’s 75th birthday.
G: grace—God’s supply is never ending.
H: home—A roof over my head to keep me warm and dry.
I: iced tea—Decaf, no sugar. Keeps me hydrated.
J: Jesus—Who loves me no matter what I am.
K: Kleenex—I’ve been battling a cold for a week!
L: libraries—Lots of free entertainment, resources and books!
M: music—As long as it’s not Miley Cyrus or Justin Beber.
N: nuts—Pecan, almonds, peanuts, cashews, hazel nuts.
O: opportunity—America provides so much opportunity for us all.
P: pork—My go-to meat, when I don’t know what to make for dinner.
Q: quilts—Love making them. Love sleeping under them.
R: roses—Blooming in the summer.
S: shoes—When I can find them in my size!
T: time—When I’m really productive and when I can slow down and enjoy the moment.
U: umbrellas—On a soggy day like today!
V: veggies—And the farmers who grow them!
W: windows—That let the sun shine in.
X: Xerox—What was life like before the modern copier?
Y: yellow—It’s a happy color.
Z: Ziploc baggies—Who invented those, anyway?
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
This is Butter. She has a built-in clock, called her Stomach.
This whole daylight savings time LIE is just not working out so well for the dear ol' pup.
The Stomach Alarm is still going off at what she perceives to be 6 am and 6 pm. You'd think after, what three weeks?, she'd be reconditioned, but no. So, she's driving me crazy with the whining and wimpering. And the "feed me" pity looks when I'm trying to get in the shower in the morning.
Which brings me to my point:
I hate Daylight Savings Time. Switching time is STUPID.
Dogs don't like it, and neither do I.
Who came up with this dumb system?
I hate the fact that I'm forever commuting in the dark.
Whose daylight is getting saved anyway?
Does anyone give a hoot what I think anyway?
Who am I kidding? (Yeah, it's Monday and the crabby is building. Can you tell?)
Regardless, Butter can live without DST.
1. How many pillows do you sleep with?
A: Two. One firm; one feather.
2. Where will you eat on Thanksgiving?
A: My house. They're all coming here.
3. Would you rather go to a party or host a party?
A: Host the party. So I can cook. And I don't feel guilty if I spill something on the carpet.
4. How many purses (for the guys..wallets) do you own?
A: Five. And that's three too many. Who needs more than one summer and one winter?
5. What is your favorite kind of seafood?
A: Crab. Alaskan King Crab. Deep fried clams would be my second favorite.
I have a special guest blog poster tonight: BabyD, my 10 year-old wants to answer the Meet Me On Monday questions, too.
1. How many pillows do you sleep with?
A: four,3 regular pillow and 1blue long body pillow
2. Where will you eat on Thanksgiving?
A: our house, my mom is a great cook and I get all the left over turkey, and turkey fat YUMMY!
3. Would you rather go to a party or host a party?
A: go to one because I get to relax and not worrying about stuff and I am a bad host
4. How many purses (for the guys..wallets) do you own?
A: 5 not including backpacks and 5 because my mom made me sell them all and because I wanted one purse she made me get rid of 4 (not cool mom) I am going to get more mom
5. What is your favorite kind of seafood?
A: easy tuna yum yum
Friday, November 19, 2010
See how I carefully angled the camera so you cannot see how cruddy it is? Yeah, it's a mess. And I'm too shallow to bear it all online.
I really, really need to clean it this weekend (before the family arrives for Thanksgiving).
What motivated me to take a picture of my fridge last night?
I got home late again (this is becoming a thing this week) and, to my shock, we still had just over two gallons of milk in the fridge!!! I haven't been to the grocery store all week.
I don't know about you, but we're heavy milk drinkers in this house--about 5 gallons a week.
Ironically, after the big Freeze-O-Rama cooking party last weekend, we've eaten out almost all week and, therefore, haven't been consuming the food on-hand.
Wait. Let me restate that: The Husband has been taking the girls out most of the week. I've had some late meetings this week that involved dinner, so he was left to feed the hungry.
What does he do? Subway. Bob Evans. Steak-n-Shake.
I even left food in the fridge for him to heat up for supper. This is incredibly lazy, if you ask me!
I'm just in awe that we are going into the weekend with milk on-hand. Good thing, because I'm feeling really crappy, from this head cold that's been creeping up on my all week. I opted to work at home today to spare my coworkers the joy of phlem.
I just really need to get healthy before the relatives show up for Turkey Day on Thursday.
Which reminds me: I need to get that bird out of the freezer!