Well, our Thanksgiving dinner went well. Beyond well, actually--it was great. Thankfully, Ben (Dad2.0) volunteered to handle the turkey and dressing and that just left me with...well, everything else. The food turned out great and I wasn't a bit overwhelmed, although it was a far cry from the quiet/relaxing evening I had planned.
Amy was still too sick to come on Thursday, but Tommy and the boys and the rest of the family were all there (sans Timmy, who is working in CT and Nicole (+ family), who had dinner at their home). It was sooo great to have everyone sitting together at one table, enjoying one another's company, sharing good conversation, laughter, food, and...
Germs.
Fast forward about 12 hours and you'll find a virtually useless Bonnie sleeping for literally 40 of the following 48 hours (on this particular Thanksgiving, I was most thankful for the invention of promethazen).
Both Friday and Sat are a blur (I did manage to get some *very* early Black Friday shopping in, beginning at 10pm on Thursday, before the onset, but I missed my (larger) family Thanksgiving feast on Sat afternoon), and Sunday was spent cleaning up the house and putting up Christmas decor. Part of the Christmas decor. I ran out of steam very early on in that process. But, as I have an extremely busy week/weekend coming up, I have got to get finished tonight and tomorrow night.
Searching
...
For
...
Motivation
Also, for those of you not in the tri-state area, We got our first snow yesterday! My house looks beautiful covered in snow. Absolutely stunning. I thought the kids would be out of school today (and let the kiddo stay up late, thinking such), but surprisingly, they didn't cancel it. Hmmm.
Though most of the snow had begun melting by this morning, I was more than a bit thankful for the garage/remote start/heated seat combination on my way into work. I feel like royalty. Or a rockstar.
Either way, it's good stuff.
Warm, cozy, good stuff.
Enjoy your eve folks...plenty more to say but (as always) not nearly enough time to say it as thoroughly or articulately as I'd like.
Maybe some day...
(++)
Tuesday, November 29
Monday, November 28
Christmas in Dixie
...or at least from the window of the local Fox & Hound at the Southaven Mall. :)
PS It got a lot thicker than this as the night progressed!
Wednesday, November 23
...And Then There Was One
Great News!
Both Mom and Amy are sick. Not run-of-the-mill sick, but vomiting on a regular basis sick.
And Melissa works tonight.
Which means...
I have to cook Thanksgiving dinner. For everyone. All by myself.
A turkey and a ham.
All the sides.
All the aps.
All the desserts.
Oh.My.Goodness.
I
, sire O cpi;dm
t
[I guess my elbows did the above while my co-workers were giving turkey-cooking advice...you would be surprised at the amount of turkey-cooking advice one can muster up if soliciting.]
As I was saying...I could handle the turkey. Or the ham. Or probably even both. But for it to be handed to me less than a day beforehand (and all the ingredients have not even been bought and the ones that have are displaced at both my Mom's and Amy's), well, that is a challenge. Yes, my laid back disposition (hey, my house is clean and dinner for tonight is already in the crock pot!) has turned into a frantic how-am-I-going-to-get-this-done.
Inhale. Exhale.
Raw poultry. Gross.
Inhale. Exhale.
Kiera's boyfriend is about to be put to use.
Inhale. Exhale.
[heavy sigh]
I will let ya know how it goes. Although I'm fairly certain, stressed as I am, it is going to be just fine. It may not be my preference to handle it all, but it certainly isn't beyond my capabilities.
Exhale.
Both Mom and Amy are sick. Not run-of-the-mill sick, but vomiting on a regular basis sick.
And Melissa works tonight.
Which means...
I have to cook Thanksgiving dinner. For everyone. All by myself.
A turkey and a ham.
All the sides.
All the aps.
All the desserts.
Oh.My.Goodness.
I
, sire O cpi;dm
t
[I guess my elbows did the above while my co-workers were giving turkey-cooking advice...you would be surprised at the amount of turkey-cooking advice one can muster up if soliciting.]
As I was saying...I could handle the turkey. Or the ham. Or probably even both. But for it to be handed to me less than a day beforehand (and all the ingredients have not even been bought and the ones that have are displaced at both my Mom's and Amy's), well, that is a challenge. Yes, my laid back disposition (hey, my house is clean and dinner for tonight is already in the crock pot!) has turned into a frantic how-am-I-going-to-get-this-done.
Inhale. Exhale.
Raw poultry. Gross.
Inhale. Exhale.
Kiera's boyfriend is about to be put to use.
Inhale. Exhale.
[heavy sigh]
I will let ya know how it goes. Although I'm fairly certain, stressed as I am, it is going to be just fine. It may not be my preference to handle it all, but it certainly isn't beyond my capabilities.
Exhale.
Tuesday, November 22
The Anti-Christmas (Pre 11/25) Effort...all in Vain
Although I am keeping with my promise to not exploit the Christmas season prior to Thanksgiving's being celebrated, there are certain elements to the upcoming season that cannot be avoided. For example, I cannot help but enjoy the decorations the city of Southaven (and some of the families in our neighborhood) have already put up; I cannot help but begin contemplating Christmas lists and shopping and black Friday because I have to get a plan together mere hours after the consumption of turkey; I cannot help but enjoy Christmas music already because the station we listen to at work is playing it. All day. Every day. 24/7.
And on that last note, the following:
5 Worst Holiday Songs Ever
Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed herein are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of the blogspot community nor those of the population at large.
And on that last note, the following:
5 Worst Holiday Songs Ever
- Hippopotamus Christmas Song
- Dominique the Donkey
- Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree (Miley Cirus version)
- Dogs Barking to Jingle Bells
- A Soldier's Silent Night
- Silent Night (Temptations Version)
- All I Want for Christmas (Mariah Carey)
- Carol of the Bells
- Christmas in Killarney
- My Favorite Things (Julie Andrews)
Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed herein are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of the blogspot community nor those of the population at large.
Thursday, November 17
Clarification of the last two blogs
Not that anyone affected by my prior two posts deserves an explanation, but for the record those two blogs ("Warm & Fuzzy" and "Entrepreneurial Spirit") were archived a while back and were inadvertently posted as new blogs yesterday.
My taking them down does should not be seen an indication that they are no longer applicable, only that I have no desire to wake a sleeping monster.
That is all.
You may now return to your regularly scheduled life.
My taking them down does should not be seen an indication that they are no longer applicable, only that I have no desire to wake a sleeping monster.
That is all.
You may now return to your regularly scheduled life.
Getting in the Thanksgiving spirit
Yesterday I had a moment of slight panic when I realized that
Thanksgiving is only one week away!
Normally I just show up with rolls and sodas (not because I can't cook but because I have so little free time to prepare anything of substance), but this year's Thanksgiving dinner is going to be at my new home, which means there is much planning, preparing and (yes) cooking expected on my part.
So I shot my mom an email (informal, I know, but again: it was a moment of panic) laying out the plans for next Thursday. And last night I cleaned my house pretty thoroughly. In theory, we'll keep it clean into next week and all we'll need to focus on is the cooking. Yes, I know that won't actually happen, hence the "in theory."
Here's a little something to put you in the spirit of Thanksgiving if you, like me until yesterday, aren't quite there yet:
It'd be better if they could have dressed real turkeys up as MC Hammer (and crew) and taught them to dance like that, but what can I say: I'm ambitious!
Thanksgiving is only one week away!
Normally I just show up with rolls and sodas (not because I can't cook but because I have so little free time to prepare anything of substance), but this year's Thanksgiving dinner is going to be at my new home, which means there is much planning, preparing and (yes) cooking expected on my part.
So I shot my mom an email (informal, I know, but again: it was a moment of panic) laying out the plans for next Thursday. And last night I cleaned my house pretty thoroughly. In theory, we'll keep it clean into next week and all we'll need to focus on is the cooking. Yes, I know that won't actually happen, hence the "in theory."
Here's a little something to put you in the spirit of Thanksgiving if you, like me until yesterday, aren't quite there yet:
It'd be better if they could have dressed real turkeys up as MC Hammer (and crew) and taught them to dance like that, but what can I say: I'm ambitious!
Wednesday, November 16
Lawdy, son
Have I mentioned my recent obsession with Luke Bryan?
I think I may have touched on it here:
http://southavensupermom.blogspot.com/2011/08/cmt-ramblings.html
Well, I suppose it's as close as I get to an obsession with a celebrity, which is both mild and rare.
Here's the short list:
Moving on to some sort of point...
At the thank-you dinner I did for everyone who helped me move (at a restaurant called Big League), there were table tents with information about the Luke Bryan concert. My sisters and I were there discussing the beauty that is Luke Bryan and Tommy, true to form, wasn't the least concerned about the conversation (I know some girls think jealousy equates to love, but I am not one of them and absolutely adore that Tommy is so completely laid back about those things). I will admit I was pushing the bar just to see if I could get at least a raised brow, but nothing!
Sooo at his birthday dinner, when it should have been all about him, Tommy tells me he got me a surprise: three tickets to see Luke Bryan! (One for me and one for each of my sisters; Kiera has absolutely no desire to go to any country music concert other than Garth and probably Lady A.) What an amazing boyfriend, right?
The concert is tomorrow night and since Melissa is working (now working nights at Fed Ex in addition to days at Wendy's), I'm taking my darling friend, Stephanie, in her place.
I am hoping that Stephanie will give Lea a ride home from the show as I fully plan on eloping with Luke!
Mmmkay, well maybe not, but a girl can dream. :)
I think I may have touched on it here:
http://southavensupermom.blogspot.com/2011/08/cmt-ramblings.html
Well, I suppose it's as close as I get to an obsession with a celebrity, which is both mild and rare.
Here's the short list:
- Jordan Knight
- Kevin Costner
- John Cusack (this one lasted the longest)
- John Krasinski
- Luke Bryan
Moving on to some sort of point...
At the thank-you dinner I did for everyone who helped me move (at a restaurant called Big League), there were table tents with information about the Luke Bryan concert. My sisters and I were there discussing the beauty that is Luke Bryan and Tommy, true to form, wasn't the least concerned about the conversation (I know some girls think jealousy equates to love, but I am not one of them and absolutely adore that Tommy is so completely laid back about those things). I will admit I was pushing the bar just to see if I could get at least a raised brow, but nothing!
Sooo at his birthday dinner, when it should have been all about him, Tommy tells me he got me a surprise: three tickets to see Luke Bryan! (One for me and one for each of my sisters; Kiera has absolutely no desire to go to any country music concert other than Garth and probably Lady A.) What an amazing boyfriend, right?
The concert is tomorrow night and since Melissa is working (now working nights at Fed Ex in addition to days at Wendy's), I'm taking my darling friend, Stephanie, in her place.
I am hoping that Stephanie will give Lea a ride home from the show as I fully plan on eloping with Luke!
Mmmkay, well maybe not, but a girl can dream. :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)