I am Thankful.

Most years we celebrate Thanksgiving as a small family of three (or two because the bebes hasn't been around that long).  My husband is in retail...we can't make it home for Thanksgiving...we've never made it home for Thanksgiving.  It's always just us...a straggler friend here and there...and a lot of leftovers...mmm I love leftovers!

This year though...THIS YEAR...we have family coming.  I'm so excited my parents are coming up for Thanksgiving.  We love to cook for people and its nice to just relax with family.  Dave has been brining the turkey since this morning.  I'm heading home shortly to work on sides and appetizers.  Tomorrow should actually be pretty low key.

Our normal holiday traditions usually center around my mom and I cooking/baking/running around like crazies...while my step-dad watching James Bond on Spike TV.  Now I didn't check the schedule for Spike yesterday but I do know the SyFy channel will have a Bond marathon and heck...we own all of them so it shouldn't be a problem.  I can guarantee that the volume will be up so loud that it will be a challenge for any of us to talk over it.  My Dad has little understanding of the fact he MAY be loosing some of his hearing...and probably has been for the past 30 years....

Anyway I'm excited...I bought a $2.50 turkey decoration to really class up my house.  Ironically the dining room looks very classy...the turkey brings it down a few notches.  Right where I like it.

Okay I'm done rambling...bring on the pie...I am thankful for pie.

(And yes I'm thankful for about 2938473 other little things right now...but I'm hungry and not so nostalgic.  Maybe I will be later?  Maybe not?)

Wordless Weekend

Wordless Weekend

Lets see how much I can spit at you in 8 minutes

and go...

This weekend I think we are going to be cooking/baking and dirtying the kitchen in the general havoc of family frying fiasco. I've requested doughnuts be made and imitation auntie Anne's pretzels.

I'm also hoping to get in a good full Saturday of college football and at least one glass of chocolate milk...no those two things don't go together but heck there's no internal or external editing going on right now.

This week has FLOWN by and I'm insanely exhausted we got the bebes chipped ghetto tooth fixed and a weird spot on her leg analyzed which is good because it looks as though there is no issue. Huzzah (I wasn't overly worried though). Shes also officially in a toddler bed. Holy crap I'll discuss my neurosis about that whole subject later...Yikes.

In other news I'm OBSESSED with every new bit of new holiday decor that is out. Most specifically in the Williams-Sonoma Inc. group. If I had a million dollars...I would end up with one room done from that company and I wouldn't let anyone in it. ever.

Well I've been an utter failure at the awesome 8 minute blog but I'm chatting with friends and answered my phone twice so I'll just let myself be immortalized (on my own blog?) as a slacker and a failure.

Have a great weekend everyone.

xoxo and soft pretzels,

lindso

My eyes hurt and the bebes is getting a new tooth...

Can I even tell you how much I NEEDED this jimmy deans breakfast sandwich and my large nalgene filled with ice water...

like woah.

You've Got Mail!

I LOOOOVE GETTING THE MAIL! Like...I love it. I LOOOOOVE IT. I'm such a wacko.

I'm that guy...who mails things from home just so that I know when the red flag goes down that the mail has come. My mom used to say when I was little that I wouldnt like getting the mail when I grew up because it would just be bills and flyers etc etc. She was SOO wrong.

I often get upset when Dave is home and I'm not and he gets to retrieve the mail. How childish am I? VERY childish....yep very. I just REALLY want to get the mail before anyone else. I don't even mind getting the bills. Because when bills come you work on budgets and spending plans and its like answering questions like "how broke am I?" and "how much wine can I buy with my earnings after paying the gas bill?" You know...Important life altering questions.

I get really excited when home/garden/design magazines come because that means I get to make a mess ripping out all the important pages for my various projects and detailed expensive home improvement plans.

Now that I have the bebes getting the mail is an adventure for both of us. Not only do we spend a GREAT deal of time making our way down to the mailbox (ahem about 30 feet)....but my child I truly believe shares my love of mail delivery. She gets insanely excited to hold all the junk mail and often leaves it around the front yard for Dave to pick up when he gets home from work. I've taught her well.

Ironically tragically and rudely...I'm HORRIBLE at sending mail. I mean I'm really not awesome. I should probably work on that. Sorry. My bad.

Wordless Weekend a little Fuzzy?