Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Top of My Christmas List

***until 12/2/11***

I clearly can't lay bare everything I'm wishing for for Christmas, not yet.  Santa is the only one who needs to know.  But, I will reveal this much:  The following item from craigslist is at the very tip top of my list.

Covered Wagon Twin Bed - $350 (Greenville)

It's a twin bed frame, shaped like a covered wagon.

Do you know why??

So I can Caulk the wagon and Float it!!! I love me some Oregon Trail.  Golly, we used to walk to the public library after school to get in 30 minutes (there was a time limit) on one of the 3 computers there and play Oregon Trail, on floppy disks.  It was everything a childhood memory should be.

Samantha has died of Snakebite,

A Conflict Within

***until 12/2/11***

There is a war inside of me right now.  It is a war of the heart, the mind, and the waistband.
TCoTFW: I ate chips and dip again for dinner last night.  Whoops.  Too bad those pizza rolls were a fail, it would have been *sarcasm alert* so much healthier...
The war going on is best summed up with these two pictures:


ASIDE: Do you know what that thing on the right is?? Do you KNOW? Delicious North Pole Christmas Magical Goodness in a cup, a.k.a. - Peppermint Chocolate Chip milkshake from Chick-Fil-A.  Magic I tell you.  I'm bewitched.
The general idea be-bopping around in my head, (with a yet-to-be-determined amount of umph behind it for actual implementation) is this: There is nothing inherently special about January that makes it the proper time to start a new health regimen.  If I believe that hypothesis is true, I could start on the first of December, and get my self in gear.  Get healthy.  Stop eating chips and dip for dinner.  You know, those things we all struggle with.

ASIDE:  Tell me you struggle with the chips and dip.  Tell me.  Lie to me if you have to.  You can stop lying tomorrow, too.  But today, lie to me if necessary.
The photo on the left seems too extreme for follow through.  The photo on the right should only be consumed in child-sized cups, and in moderation.  Moderation.  All things in moderation.  That's a sort of catchy phrase.  Someone should make it famous... props to Aristotle on that one.

T-10 hours to make my decision,

Goodbye November, Hello Christmas (giveaway)!

November has been good to me.  I've settled into my house, eaten copious amounts of stuffing there, and defaced my walls numerous times.  I've cut down my first tree with a chainsaw, taught my dog to hate squirrels, and entertained new and old friends.  Yes, November has been very good.

And now it's (nearly) over.

You know what I say to that?

Bring On Christmas!!

Now that it's over, I can officially look forward with anticipation for all that December will bring.  Loads of baking.  Wrapping of presents.  Hopefully more entertaining and friends, good times and baking.  Did I mention I plan to bake?  I do.

I also plan to try my darnedest to decorate my house for the season.  As we've noticed over the past few days, I'm not a rockstar in that department.  Lucky for me and Lucky for you, I've got some connections who are.  And one of those connections is my dear and lovely sistah, Mia, AKA CraftyMaiden13!  She specializes in wreaths, paintings, and decorations that usually include (and are as cute as) buttons!  And because she's so wonderful and crafty, we're giving away a Christmas decoration for your house!

A tree for me...
... and a tree for you!
The way to win is simple: Check out Mia's store, then leave a comment here on the blog, or on the facebook post, telling me what your favorite item she's got is.  Mine is the Jack-O-Lantern, actually, even though I totally missed it's chance, being that October is waaaay over.  But you can't pick that one, unless you really really mean it!  The giveaway will go until Friday, 12/2/11 at 8 PM.  I will randomly select a winner, contact said winner, and BOOM! Christmas will arrive at your doorstep!

Getting in the spirit of giving,

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Best Left to Professionals

I had an idea today, during class.  I was stahving dahling, in the purely first-world sense (more on that little phrase later) when I remembered my old go-to quick meal: Pizza Rolls, pepperoni style.

And then I thought, "I have eggroll wrappers, I can buy pepperoni, I have motzarella... I could do this!"  So when I got home, I tried it.

The prep work seemed right.
The smell was good.
But I've come to realize, there's a reason some people are paid to do things.
Those people are professionals, and some things are best left to them.
Among those things, apparently, are Pizza Rolls.

In other news, I re-released my inner blind 5-year-old.  With better results this time.

Made out of old wallpaper samples


It's sort of funny, really, how one little letter can change your perspective so much.

Last night, at 11:43 PM, those walls seemed awesome to me.

Today, at 11:43 AM, those walls seem awful.

And that is why I left my walls bare.  Don't get me wrong, those kitchen shelves seem positively inspired to me, still.  But the other room, which is awkward enough in it's positioning and scale, is not something I'm going to be able to leave.  Boo.  Idea: Good.  Execution: deserved for what I've done to my walls not so good.

I just don't know what to do.  

Perhaps I'll move the frames to the basement, where the blue/green/teal & brown chair will be eventually, and so the color scheme will seem appropriate.  I have a single small wall down there that could hold all of the excitement I tried to spread on 3 large walls upstairs.  

But then, how do I make it feel like Christmas down there, with aqua and teal fighting for attention?  Is this just a bad time of year to introduce non-festive colors?  And don't tell me to decorate for Christmas with Blue.  


Here is my inspiration.  I know I need... more.  More frames, more things-that-are-not-frames... just more.  Please feel free to ply me with suggestions.

From her site

From here

Monday, November 28, 2011

No Longer Frozen

ASIDE: Do you know what I just thought??  Of course you don't.  What I just thought is that I should have put up a picture, on thanksgiving, of the turkey straight out of the oven.  That would be the entire post, and the title??

BOOM.  Roasted.

Wouldn't that have been perfect?!? *sigh*  Is it a bad sign I started with an aside?  I surely hope not.

Our house, you know, we're newly moved in and all that jazz?  At least I keep telling myself that we're still "newly" moved in, although I'm not sure how long I can keep milking it.  ANYhow, the house was remodeled before we moved in, and the contractor chose the bold color scheme of beige on beige with beige accents.  And now that I think of it, there's probably some highlights of beige in there somewhere.

It's a statement maker, that's for sure. ~dripping with sarcasm~

Anyhow, I've got these large walls, all painted and beige and, well... empty.

That emptiness of the walls had left me frozen.  Sort of like the first page of a diary - too much pressure.

ASIDE: I always skip the first page of a new journal and start on the second which somehow, although it's still the first page with writing, is totally devoid of pressure and importance.  In my opinion.

Well, my Madre and S-Padre were  in town, and S-Padre is a real do-er.  Last time he came down and I didn't have work for him to do, he went insane in the brain.  This time, I had a whole list, like getting the bathroom doors to shut (check) and ridding my house of devil-squirrels (maybe check?).  Something about all of his "do-ing" has unfrozen me, and might have unleashed a monster.

This is my favorite frame, so I didn't paint it.

Tree Trimming of Christmas's Past

After T-day, I'm not feeling very trim.  But that's not the point here.  

The tree is the point.  It is up, and it is trim.  Trim-izzled, if you will.

And I'd like you to know that this is no small wonder for me.  Last year was my first real tree in the South, as Handsome had some strong feelings about putting up a Christmas tree when we weren't here for Christmas anyhow (we run to the cold North for Christmas frivolity).  Strong feelings, as in, conversations that went like this:

M: Can we get a Christmas tree this year?
H: You mean a real one?
M: Yes.
H: Oh, because you love Christmas and a tree makes it feel like the holidays?
M: Yes.
H: You mean the holiday that we're not actually going to be here for?
M: ... yes...
H: Oh, I see. NO.

And like this:

H: Christmas trees are ridiculous.
M: What?! Why?
H: Really, holidays are ridiculous in general.  Think about it.  At Christmas, we take a tree from the outside and bring it inside.  At Easter, we take eggs out of the fridge, which is inside, and, put them in the grass.  It's just weird.  And ridiculous.  It makes no sense, and so we're not going to participate in it.

Staying Thankful

Yay, Thanksgiving, let's all be grateful and remember all the good things we have.  Yay, day-after-thanksgiving, let's all reminisce over the great thanksgiving we just had, and feel content with out families and good times.  Yay, day-after-day-after thanksgiving, let's finish up those left-overs and clean the house, finding random toys hidden and laughing over the great time we had.

Leftover Pie.
You just throw everything from dinner into it.
My Grandma Peg would be so proud

Now we're on the day-after-day-after-day-after-day-after-Thanksgiving.  It's raining.  There are flood watches in our area, actually.  My sister and BIL and their kiddos got to our house at 4:30 this morning.  We all passed out by 5:30, and then I was up and out of the house before 8.  Leaving my loved ones at my house.  And they're going to be gone before I get back.  So I kissed a few chubby, sleeping cheeks this morning, poured a large Hot-coffe-latte, and left before I started crying.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Happy Ending

I stayed up waaaaay too late last night reading this book:

Kindle edition is free.
But it made me angry.
Choose wisely.

Like, should have just stayed awake all night, late.  And up until 98% done, I was pretty pleased with it.  It's a YA (young adult) book, I believe, and it was cute.  A little intrigue, a little romance, [spoiler alert!] girl picks the right guy, voila, a great story with a happy ending.

And then.  Oooh and then.

The 99% [not political] point came.

A twist.  A turn.  Turns out the good guy might be the bad guy, and even though the bad guy is not the great guy, he might have been the better one but you'll just have to buy the next book to find out.  Oh that burns me.  I hate to have put all of that effort into reading a book, just to be left with a feeling of dissatisfaction at the end.  I want the good guy to really be good, love to last forever, and truth to conquer all.  I know real life isn't always pretty; that's why I read fiction.  

Do you feel me?  Do you like the suspense, the twists and turns?  Or are you a true blue romantic like me?  

I know this post is random.  I know it's totally not in keeping with thankfulness or the holidays or anything.  Please don't hold it against me.  I promise to be in the holiday spirit from here on out.  I just had to get that out.  FTR, I do wish you the happiest of Thanksgivings, and I'm thankful you stopped by.  Now go eat turkey.

Excited for Macy's to kick off the holidays,

Monday, November 21, 2011

Squirrel Hole of Death

Handsome picked me up today.  He apologized for being late.  Then he proceeded to tell me the most horrifying story every.

Here's the long and the short of it:

Or the short and the long of it, depending on how you measure.

**FTR: There isn't supposed to be am image there.  This is just a representation of the size of the Squirrel hole of death, to scale.  Thank you.  That is all.**
There's a hole about yea big, and its right beside my chimley and under my eaves.  Squirrels have been using it as their front door for it appears years.  Then Handsome tells me that he's busy/gone for the next 17 days, and so it's either my problem, or it's going to have to wait.  I think I'm going to be sick, and am hereby placing our house on the market.  Can I stay with you??

I know they watch me sleep,

Passion Shmashion

NOTE:  Now accepting alternate spellings for the word "shmashion"

I read this girl's blog today.  She has inspired me.  Unless, that is, you are a person for whom true inspiration must lead directly to action.  Because as I see it, there will be no immediate action out of this encounter today.  But at the same time, her passion for what she does, her total abandonment for regular same-ole-same-ole, has stirred something inside of me.  It has brought questions to life that have been dormant now for a few months, and even some that I've never really considered.

My passion: what is it?  What does passion look like?  Is every passion worth pursuing?  If I've got a passion, if it gives me direction, then what?  Can a pursuit of one's passion be a part-time thing?  If it's only fleeting, is it truly a passion?

Is this my passion?
Is it enough to be a passion?

I've met some people, online and in real life, who are following their passion.  They "knew what they wanted to do since [they] were six years old and saw [the movie]."  They "don't even feel like it's work, because [they] like it so much".  For them, "time flies while [they're] at work because they don't even notice."  

I do know one thing - homework is not my passion.  However, I have an assignment (or four) waiting right now, so I'm going to have to still these voices for a little bit.  You don't though.  What is your passion?  What would you do "if you knew you could not fail" (to coin a corny phrase).  Is it still the same one from when you were young, or is it new?  Have you abandoned all to chase it?  Do you even want to?

Able to Stifle Passion for only So Long,

Sunday, November 20, 2011

I Do What I Want

Handsome was trecking back through pictures on FB the other day with the guys at the Fire Station.  He told me they looked at pictures "of me being a bride".  Not pictures "of our wedding".  Bless him.

He must have also scrolled back through his own profile pictures, and I can only assume he was looking at this one when he made the following comment.

H: "Look at me.  That's from when I used to beat people up.  I used to kill people for fun."

And that's a fail on the sociopath test for November, in case anyone else is counting.

Welcome to the gun show,

Friday, November 18, 2011

Things You Don't Yet Know

My childhood fear was chipmunks.

I know they look cute.
But they are terrifying,
Especially when there's 1000's of them, like in my nightmares.

I have very strong feelings about my chip-to-dip ratio.  Don't want too much dip on a chip, and sometimes I need to go for an extra chip just to even it out.

I've spent a week with a tribe in the Darien Jungle where the women are topless and the boar are slaughtered in the river.  But they have bottled coke delivered weekly.

Numero Quatro

Oh, another thing you don't yet know about me: I can't roll my r's.  Don't try to teach me, I'll just spit all over you, which is really kind of impressive by itself.

You may not understand the title of this post, and I could leave it shrouded in mystery, but I'm bad at that.  Plus, it's just really not a good mystery.  If this were a Boxcar Children novel, even young Violet would have that solved in no time flat.

Leave Amy Grant November Alone!

Anyone ever hear that song?  I think it's by Lust Control, and I don't remember much about it, except that they yell over and over (I think), "Leave Amy Grant alone!  Leave Amy Grant alone!"

I broach this subject not to speak of Amy Grant, but November.  And I'm talking to you there.  Yes, you.  You with the lights strung, and the stars out.  The red and white and green on your door.  The cinnamon and pine and vanilla scented candles.  You know who you are - you've been playing your Christmas station on Pandora lately.  I've heard you.

Okay, not really on that last part.

Except maybe...

Weird stalker-talk aside, I yell at you in the friendliest way possible,


November is not December's ugly friend.  She is not The Other Sister.  November is not some mediocre meal that we rush through and barely pick at because this place is known for it's dessert.  No ma'am.  No sir.  Don't do that.  November is stinkin' awesome!  Let's occupy celebrate November!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Charlotta and Home Again

Charlotte was loverly.  

I learned things.

I saw a presentation with a photo of Pam Anderson in it, followed by a presentation explaining a methodology for using metaheuristics to set a policy at food banks to equally distribute food to hungry persons in NC.  

Variety.  The spice of life.

Speaking of spices (very loosely, and don't think this is a segue, I'm not going anywhere with this.) I bought a vanilla bean for the first time today.

Just like this one, but without the 3pack.
And without Amazon's help.

I don't have any idea about what to use it for.  I've always wanted them, but even on Amazon they're selling 3 for $28.  This one I bought was $2.  Three cheers for the discount-grocery-store-that-I-was-formerly-afraid-to-go-into-but-now-love.  Here here! (hear hear?)  
ASIDE: I still don't look in the freezer.  Something about the huge "COME SEE WHAT'S IN OUR FREEZER" sign and one too many scary movies has me unable to open the door even with my hand on the latch.  Sometimes I shake.  Okay, not really, but it's close.
Something else I've bought recently at my scratch-and-dent grocery?  My new favorite cereal: Honey Graham O's!
ASIDE: Am I the only person who thinks Graham is hard to spell, and difficult in general?  

Clearly it's also available from Amazon.
But it's a 12pack.
I've done the never-ending-breakfast-food thing before,
it's not pretty.

p.s.- I'm still considering doing it.  This cereal is 'da bomb!

Whew.  We've already covered a lot of ground in this short post, and I'm half tempted to call it a night and go to bed.  But there's other things left to say, more words lodged in my fingertips that need to get out.  Problem is, I don't know exactly what they are.  

Monday, November 14, 2011

Awkward Turtle

I offered to walk with an old professor of mine, to where he was going, before realizing that he was going to the bathroom.

When the hotel check-in clerk asked me if I'd like to join their rewards club, I declined, saying, "No, we don't have your hotels near my home."  You know.  Because people stay at hotels near their house all the time.

I've tripped, I've interrupted, I've strangely followed.  I'm sure things are not as, to over-use the word, awkward as they seem to me.  Honestly, no one else is paying as close attention to what I'm doing as I am.  But sometimes, I do something inappropriate and I'm half-expecting to see someone watching and then we'll make eye contact and they'll just...

Don't worry about me, I'm a professional,

Friday, November 11, 2011

Veteran's Day and a List

Today is a list.  Or at least, I think it will be.  My mind is a little scattered, but if it clears up as my fingers keep typing, we might just have a true blue post on our hands.  Or not.

1.  Today is 11/11/11.  Yes, the repeated numbers are awesome.  But the first two, 11/11, mean that it's Veteran's Day, which is more important that six one's in a row.  I would tell you to thank a veteran, but I'm going to be honest and say that doing that in person makes me nervous, and I might not do it myself.  Don't get me wrong, I'm waaaaay grateful.  But I feel weird and awkward thanking them.  It doesn't help that Handsome tells me that when people thank him for his job, he feels weird and awkward.  So tell me, if you know a veteran, do they appreciate being thanked?  Have you thanked a veteran?  Have you bought their meal or picked up their tab?  Expand this out for me.  And because I'm too uncertain to say it out loud, I'll put it up here:

Thank you, veterans/current military personnel, for your service to and for our country.
And thank you to your families, who make your service possible.

Don't forget the families of these men & women.  As the family of a brave man in a dangerous service-type job (you know what I'm saying here, my fingers just aren't typing coherently), I know some of what it takes for him to do his job well.  Those families are doing a lot, and their sacrifices are on par with the person serving.

Photo Credit

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Elfin Crackers and Mouthy Students

Now, I'm not much for soapboxes or railing at the sky and passer-bys.  I mean, I wouldn't reject a present of an actual soapbox, but speaking metaphorically, I'm just not that... concerned with other people thinking just like me.  And even if something is irritating and I feel strongly about it, I try and keep this off of here.  Because if I start, I might not be able to stop.  And then I'd turn into this guy, and you wouldn't stop by anymore.  At least, not until I 86'd the overcoat.

But I'm breaking my rule today.  Donning the overcoat, if you will.  School has been long this week.  Heck, I think it's just the weight of all the weeks of this semester, bearing down on me.  Now, usually on days like this, when it just all gets to be too much, I turn to my treat of choice:

No, I don't turn to food for comfort...

It's like magic, right out of the vending machine.  But today, even Mr. Keebler isn't helping.  Either he's lost his little baking-cookies-in-a-tree magic, or the problem has just become too large.  And what is this said problem?  Mouthy students.  Hence the name of this post.  

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Do I?

I'm not sure what to write about.  

Do I tell you about how I beat myself up this morning?  I mean, there are no abrasions or contusions (words I've picked up from Handsome's work lingo), but emotionally, it was pretty much Tyson v. Holyfield this morning.  I may have even bit off my own ear, emotionally speaking.  Whatever that means.

Do I tell you that the only reason it stopped is because God spoke gently to me, reminding me that all of the lousy, misdirected, and downright wrong things I've done are set right beside all of the wonderful, perfect, ingenious things I've done, and they're all just filthy dirty laundry to Him?  That He loves me for one reason, and one reason only: because He made me, and decided to love me.  That He loves you for the same reasons, in the same way?  Do I share these things with you?

Do I tell you something light?  Like I've begun looking for Christmas presents for people, and I've finally decided what to make.  I like to make presents for people, both because I'm cost-adverse, and because I think they're more meaningful.  I don't make my brothers socks, especially if they really want XBox games, but if I think a person will like something, I make it.  And if all goes as planned this year, they're really going to like it.

Do I tell you something incriminating about myself?  Confess to you and tell you that I ate chips and dip for dinner?  That I've enacted an embargo against all stores selling my dip of choice, at least until 2012?  That I have to take such serious measures, or else I'll eat 1/2 of a container in one sitting (on a good day, when my self-control isn't totally shattered), which is technically over 5 servings?  That I'm not sure how many more sentences should have question marks in this paragraph?

Monday, November 7, 2011

Just for Y'all

There.  I wrote it.  The "y'all".  It's coming to me, slowly but surely.  I almost told a group of Southerners tonight that I try and make Handsome talk "normal" after he comes home from the station with an accent.  Whoops.  It would seem there is some conflict within me :)  

I'm out of words tonight, but I have this for you, as promised.  Because you're special and God loves you and I'm pretty sure my dog would like you and we could definitely be friends.  And because it's Monday and I'm pretty sure it was pretty.  And full and busy and glorious and exhausting and great.  So why not top it off with a wonderful image to sing you to sleep?  I don't see a reason.

"Don't you know that haulin Coors east of Texarkansas is bootleggin'?!?"
See the Coors there?   See my CB?  We went all out!
(please ignore Handsome's droopy eyes.  It's his curse)
(please don't ignore Handsome's sideburns, mustache, or chest hair.  He really worked hard on it)

It would seem today that I am a great many things.  One week ago (or so) I was even more.  I was Snowman, Bandit's trucking buddy.  Today I was happy.  Content.  It probably helps that I stayed off of the craft section of Pinterest, I'm not gonna lie.  But I've also been reading in Ecclesiastes, and I've been getting hit (over and over and over and over and...) with the fact that it is really God's plan for us to eat and drink and work and find enjoyment in what is around us.  Today, I was surrounded by computer monitors and numbers and homework, with a few friends and cheetos thrown in.  And I enjoyed it.  I was frustrated at times, and I didn't really love it all, but when you step back, it's pretty much all I want right now.  Except the homework.  I am SO over that part.

Have a good night.  Find something to be content in tomorrow.  Don't let people boss you around (sorry, I just felt bossy there at the end of what was meant to be encouraging.  So I bossed you again.  Boom.  Roasted.)

Ten-Four Good Buddy, Snowman Out,

Friday, November 4, 2011

(Un-)Inspired Food Choices

I'm just not feeling it today.  It could be that having my tooth removed yesterday (don't feel bad I didn't tell you, I didn't even tell myself until I was already in the chair) has dulled my appetite.  Or it could be the frugal miserly side of myself rearing her ugly head and demanding that no more monies be spent.  Or, heck, it could be pure laziness; I doubt it, but it's possible.

Either way, I'm not feeling like menu planning/grocery shopping/cooking much of anything at all.  Two things I am on board with are these:

Mac-n-Cheese Wedding Cups

and these:

No-Bake Cookies

But that hardly constitutes a balanced diet.  Doesn't mean I'm not going to make them this very afternoon before I go grocery shopping, but it does mean my Mom would be ticked if that was all I fed my family for the remainder of the week.  Especially Duke, she's concerned about him.

So I turn to the place where all of inspiration happens.  The place where dreams are given a picture, and where ideas are shared freely and with encouragement: Pinterest.  Here's what I've come up with:

Thursday, November 3, 2011


I went and put a button on my blog.  I never knew this day would come.  That's how a lot of things have been going lately.  You're just going along, minding your own business, and then BOOM! you're helping build houses.  BAM! you're catering a wedding.  WHAMO! you're 10 years past the first date with your Husband.  BAZINGA! you've added a button to your blog.

I didn't add just any button.  No-siree-bub.  Only the best for my peeps.  (psst! that'd be you all) My gal Shannan over at FlowerPatchFarmGirl is inspiring.  She's fabulous, loves sweatpants and salsa, and has 3 deliciously adorable babes.  She's also sort of a big deal, and she doesn't even know it.  It has seemed, over the past few months, that God has been moving and shaking in her heart, similar to the way He's been moving and shaking in mine.  Not the exact same way, because she was moved to sell her dream house, whereas I've just bought my not-quite-a-dream-but-good/great-for-now house.  But that's a whole other story.
ASIDE: Does it alarm anyone else, the frequency with which I use hyphens ("-") when tying words together?  Is that just "my thing" or is it annoying?  I'm afraid it's annoying, but at the same time feel that it conveys the I-like-to-run-my-words-together-quickly-without-taking-a-breath way that I talk sometimes.  Please feel free to discuss.
Anyhow, God hasn't moved us in the exact same directions, but it's still been the same message: You've got your faith, now put feet on it.  Do Something.  And girlfriend over there, she's decided to do something.  Shannan said to herself (at least, this is how I imagine it), "Self, there are people without water to drink.  Jesus said, ;I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink.; - Matthew 25:35."  [I'm thinking Matthew 25:40 was also running through her head, "Whatever you do to the least of these, you have done unto Me." But I don't know that for certain, although I'd bet on it.]  Then Shannan said, "Self, Let's get some thirsty people some water to drink."  

And then she gol-darn-gone-and dun it: Homegirl put feet on her faith.  I'm still working out the direction for my feet to take me, to see if there is a direction for you to join in.  But until I get on a warpath all of my own, I wanted to give you all the opportunity to do something as well.  So if you click that button over yonder, it'll take you straight to the website where you can join in on Shannan's goal to build a well for people without drinking water (she's going through the non-profit, Samaritan's Purse).  The goal amount is $10,000, but just do whatever.  It's really sort of exciting to me to be a small part of something, so make things happen rather than just watch and wait.  I'll do my best to keep you posted on the progress.  Right now it's at nearly 20%.  After only 2 days.  

Let me do the math... that is (20%) of (10,000) /(2 days) = AWESOME.  

Let's all be awesome,

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

WFMW: Even Better Sugar Cookies

**linked to WFMW@WeAreThatFamily**

I always brought in sugar cookies in high school.  I knew, even way back then, that most people have a price, and that the exchange rate for butter & sugar is very generous.  I may or may not have started buying friends with baked goods as early as 14.  I can't help it.  I just like to bake, and I like to give.  And people, most people, like to eat.  We make a good team, the world and I.

So I've picked up a few tips and tricks in the past more-than-I-care-to-count-today years.  And I'm sharing one today that I have found to be quite fancy and awesome.

When rolling out sugar cookie dough for use with cookie cutters, use half-flour/half-powdered (confectioners) sugar.  This will prevent your cookies from getting all flour-y tasting, and will also prevent them from sticking to the counter top.  Brilliant, no?  

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Man Around Town

Today is Handsome's birthday.  He turns 27 today.  I'm pretty sure he is not who he imagined himself to be at this age.  I'm pretty sure he thought he'd have kid(s), and... well, I really don't know what else he thought he'd be.  If I had to guess, if we were on The Newlywed Game, and the question posed was, "Where did your husband see himself at 27?" I'd have to answer, "Well Bob, I'm going to have to say that he didn't really think that far ahead."

And I'd probably be right.  H & I, well, we knows each otherz.

So he may or may not be the man he pictured for himself.  But hear you me: He is a better man/husband/friend than I have ever hoped or imagined him to be.  He is the best man I know, the most fun, the most adventurous, and just plain tops.  I'm super excited for this new year for him, even more excited to spend it with him.  I don't know what it will hold, although I imagine there will be much felling of trees, much more eating and laughing, and probably a few lifetime memories as the cherry on top.

Tonight, we're doing whatever he wants to do.  Which, in keeping with his usual way, he has probably not thought that much about.  But I know what I'll be doing: Thanking God that the molestache is gone.

Happy Handsome's birthday to all!

And to all a good night!
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