At my house . . .

This is what's going on at my house today!

Lemon Cream Pie

AND

Butterfinger Ice Cream Pie w/Hot Fudge topping.

Today is Mister & Princess' Birthday!

They both opted for pie instead of cake

and they each chose the kind they wanted.

Two of Princess' favorite gifts are

these funny looking, HUGE 

Panda Bear house slippers

(she has a thang for Panda Bears)

and a Betsy Johnson watch.

Do you see the dog on the face of the watch?

Princess says it's a Schnauzer, like Boudxy.

(I think it's actually a Scottie dog.)

Mister got a birthday card from Princess and me,

telling him we are taking him on a

"Need to Know" weekend to Dallas.

We have some fun things planned

and we will tell him about them when

we get there, as he "needs to know".

More about this later.

Party at my house!

Body Talk.

I've been stressed out lately.
Then I've felt guilty for being stressed out.
Then I've felt stressed out for feeling guilty
about being stressed out.
Get my drift?

Now I think I've figured out my problem!!
My thyroid medication is too high.
I've adjusted the dosage and am
feeling more like myself.

Doctors tell us to listen to our body.

My body is saying . . .

1. Adjust your thyroid medication
2. Get more exercise.
3. Take off a few pounds.
4. Go easy on the holiday treats
5. Yada...Yada...Yada...

My body is so darn bossy!

Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.

This was the first Thanksgiving in several years

that I have had all my "little chicks"

with me for Thanksgiving.

Though the dessert table was brimming

with all types of pies, cakes and cookies,

the sweetest part of the holiday

was having all four of my babies

under the same roof.

"Cluck - Cluck - Cluck!"

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I had such a funny name for this post,

but I asked Mister if he thought

it was inappropriate and he did.

He was right!

Sometimes getting a second opinion

is such a good thing,

but I'm still laughing at the thought.

My good sense has left me.

Giggle. Gobble. Gulp.

Here's a little silliness you can share

on Thanksgiving.  The children in your life

will think you're a Rock Star with these riddles.
Enjoy!

RIDDLES:

1. What does a Turkey like to eat on Thanksgiving?
2. What do you get when you cross a Turkey with a Centipede?
3. Why did the Turkey bolt down his food?

ANSWERS:

1. Nothing, cause he's already stuffed.
2. A Drumstick for everyone.
3. Because he was a Gobbler!

Turkey Trivia:  Pilgrims, on the first thanksgiving, ate deer and not turkey.

I'm thankful for all of you who read my words

and take the time to comment.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

* I'm taking a short break but will
be back right after Thanksgiving! *

Boudxy Call

Dear Boudxy,

While we are away for Thanksgiving

you will be having a nice little stay

at the Vet's Office  Doggie Hotel.

"When it's all said and done
they will give us a call
and you will be minus
your two little _______."

Not to worry.

The nice doctor promised

us that you will be fine.

Happy Thanksgiving Boudxy.
Do you still love us?

The Other "First" Thanksgiving

I remember the first Thanksgiving

I spent with Mister's family. 

I was nineteen and we were engaged.

This would be the first time I would meet

his extended family and I was

nervous, wanting to make a good impression.

Mister's family was large and they were LOUD!

(my family was small and civilized  quiet)

The meal was the usual fare

one would expect for Thanksgiving,

with just one exception.

His family routinely included

homemade dumplin's as part

of their Thanksgiving meal.

I didn't know people ate

dumplin's on Thanksgiving.

Hmmmmmm.

Does your family do that?

I've wondered about this

for all these years.

Also, when Mister's family gathered, the

dinner conversation was quite rowdy

compared to what I was accustomed to. 

I clearly remember the table-talk that day

which included a detailed 

(de-tailed. Love the pun!)

update on the neighbor's

recent hemmoroid surgery.

I love family dynamics!

Let's all remember to hug our families

extra tight this Thanksgiving,

even the weird ones!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Yes, Virginia, there is a . . .

Yes Virginia,

there really is a Turkeyville.

Anyone ever been here or heard of this?

Who knew?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Life on the Edge

I worked around the house today

doing laundry and such then
decided to go shopping.

Buying something new to wear for
Thanksgiving seemed

easier than bringing my winter

clothes in from the garage storage.

It was a bad decision.

Going shopping at 3:00 in the afternoon
when one's blood sugar is low is not
the smartest thing to do. 

I  had a full blown hot flash while looking through
racks and racks of sweaters and coats.

I live in Louisiana and cannot for the
life of me figure out who they are
selling all these sweaters, coats and

knee-high boots too.  It's HOT here.
We seldom have really cold weather.
The evenings and nights get cold but usually
the weather warms with the dawn and
the days are mild. 
I wore a coat 3 times last winter.

I pulled a few light-weight items from
the rack and ducked into a dressing room.
I fanned myself to cool down before I

tried on anything.

I miss my young body that stayed slim
and toned with no effort.  It's only right
that it has left me since I didn't properly
appreciate it.  I weighed 115 lbs the
day I weighed in at the hospital before
giving birth to my 8 lb 8 oz son.I digress.

I bought a couple of things
and waddled home.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Princess is at the Mall with her friends

and Mister is at an Investment
Club meeting which means I have a couple
of hours to be "home alone".

This is how I roll -

Dinner - dipped straight from the can

and put into a coffee cup

then served at room temperature

along side a few potato chips,

a small bit of diet Coke and a juice glass of

hard lime-ade.

I like to live on the edge . . .  .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . .of the sofa.

This.That. And one more thing.

Dear Doctor(s),
The time we spent together yesterday was very healing.  I am feeling much better today. 

   ~Sincerely,
    Sweet Tea

Sometimes blogging is totally therapeutic
and yesterday was one of those times.
Your comments were so affirming!
Blog-docs are the best!

"Kum-by-yah . . ."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Princess and I worked in the garage yesterday cleaning, sorting, and purging.  It was brutal.  We were both achy, sweaty and oh-so-tired at the end of the day.  But it looked so much better when we were finished.  I put this chore on the list of things I do every three years, right beneath a Colonoscopy.

Today the Direct TV guy came and hooked up our bedroom TV that has been moved to a different wall in the bedroom redo.   Mister doesn't like change.  He says the bedroom feels "different".  DUH!  After all this work it had better feel (and look) different.  He will be much happier now that his TV is working again.  In just a few days I will be posting the finished photos of the room.  How WILL you sleep between now and then with the anticipation?

Now I need to get someone out here to work on the Dryer.
"Jiminy!"

SMT (sorting my thoughts)

Today I'm sorting my thoughts.
Consider yourself warned.
It will probably be a bumpy ride,
so buckle up.

"I hate to admit some of these things,
but I'm going to."

I love every day and consider each one a blessing.
That said, from now till the first of the year is my
least favorite time.  I know how that sounds.
It sounds like Bah-Humbug,
but that's not really the case.  It's just that this
time of the year is such a jumble to me.

Thanksgiving.
The good.
I LOVE getting together with our family!
I don't like that we have to drive to Okla
to do this. 


Mister AND Princess have a Nov. 30th b-day.
The good: I love celebrating them!
I don't like the fact that we no sooner
get home from Thanksgiving and I
immediately must get into party mode.
It's really a time & energy crunch
to do all the prepping & baking
so close to Thanksgiving,
though this is getting easier as
Princess gets older.  Still, it's hard
to do their birthdays like I want
because I'm rushed.

Then, once their birthdays are over
it's time to put away the Thanksgiving
decor and begin the process of getting
out all the Christmas decorations
and putting the tree up, yada, yada, yada.
Shame on me, but I don't enjoy putting
up and/or taking down "Christmas"
in my house.

Then there's another 6 hr drive to and from
Oklahoma the week before Christmas. 
The big payoff is getting to see my
family again, though I absolutely hate the drive.

Then it's home for Christmas
and time to begin the process of picking up
and putting all the Christmas decor away.

It's the busy-ness that I don't enjoy.

I'm thinking of simply buying a small tree
this year, but that would mean not
using all the lovely ornaments I've collected
through the years.  Don't know how I'd feel
about that.  I love these ornaments as they
are the ones my children have made and I
am sentimentally attached to them.  And
deep down this sort of means that I admit
that we are getting older and "times they
are a changing".  Silly, huh?!

As I read over this I feel it sounds petty.
Sometimes honesty is petty.
I think I mostly feel "crowded".
There are seemingly too many occasions
crunched together too closely.

This is how I wish I could do Christmas:
I want to sit with my Mom (she's 82)
and not be hurried.
I want to bake Christmas cookies
and sip Red hot Cider
with Mister and Princess.
I want to hug my Granddolls and really
get to talk with them and share their
joy of the season.  I want to meet my
son's new girlfriend and see how
they interact with each other.
I want to watch old home movies.
I want to put on Christmas music
and sip wine as I wrap gifts.
 I want to sit with my oldest daughter and
have some one-on-one time before it's midnight
and we're too exhausted to enjoy
each other's company.
I want to find some sort of gift
that Mister would really enjoy.
I want to see a funny Christmas movie
in the theater.  I want to spend some
stress-free time with my sister and her family.
I want my youngest son to
be with all the family and really
feel loved and valued.  I want to watch
"Merry Christmas Charlie Brown". 
I want to really celebrate Jesus birthday
and "feel" the joy of the season.

Good, bad or whatever,
this is what's on my mind today.

Vive la difference

I have a Friend who can put her entire fist

into her mouth
and she'd be happy to show you.
She loves to laugh and never meets a stranger.

She is married to a guy who can

"give the toe" with his foot.

Really! 

(this talent is filed under "funny things
you do when you're a teenager")

I have another Friend who has the sweetest

Mississippi accent you'll ever hear,

and another Friend who talks

faster than the speed of sound.

I have another Friend

who can remember names and faces

of anyone she's ever met or seen.

and another Friend

who can go for days

on almost no sleep.

Then there's my Friend who

can sniff out a bargain

any ol' day of the week.

And, my Friend, "the dog whisperer" -

dogs love her!

Me?

You need something organized

or baked?

I'm your girl.

We're all unique, ya know.

What about you?

What makes you different?

Lesson learned.

Saturday the weather was great
and the time was right,
so Mister and I loaded
Boudxy into the car and
headed for the wild unknown.

It was the perfect time for
Boudxy to have a free run
of the wide open spaces.
With camera in hand
we unleashed him for
his romp and prepared to
take some fun photos.

Chaos was soon to follow.
Boudxy ran and ran and ran
and ran and ran . . .
We hollored.
We cajoled.
We promised treats.
We threatened.
He was totally undaunted
and continued AWOL.

He ran beyond the field and found his way to
a subdivion, went through a fence
and ran the streets as I followed far behind. 
There was a time he was completely out of sight.
Finally I spotted him again and was able
to trap him between two houses and a fence.
The fun was over
and none of us were happy.

We.Will.Not.Ever.Do.This.Again.
Lesson learned.

No Boudxy,
you can't buy your way out of this one!

Sock-it-to-me!

We have two sock "fiends" in our family,
my Sister and my youngest Daughter (Princess).
They love socks.
All types, colors, and patterns.
They have yet to meet a sock
they didn't like.

The only far-out socks I wear are the fuzzy
house slipper type and that's just so
Princess can't claim them as her own
when they come out of the laundry!

Are you a "Sock Person"?

Cow Patties

Cow Patties, anyone?

These are Mister's Cow Patties.

He has somehow combined the Chocolate Drop

Cookie recipe and the Fudge recipe

and come up with this yummy concoction.

"It's a candy.
It's a cookie.
It's two treats in one!"

He made them for me to take to Bunko last night.

Kudos to Mister.

To play Bunko
you need:

Some good friends. . .

Score sheets

pencil and dice

and Mister's "Lucky Cow Patties"!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

*Today is 11/11/11
and this is being posted

at 11:11 am.

I saw my boyfriends last night. . .

at the Country Music Association

Awards.  They both sang

and looked directly into my

eyes through the TV screen.

I tell ya, it was GREAT!

Can I pick 'em or what?

And my Australian love, Keith Urban.

Just in case you missed this Award show

I offer this critique -

Rascal Flatts & Natasha Beddingfield

were the highlight of the entire program,

IMO.

It was so "Easy" to make this choice!

I Love Sara Evan's song,
"I get a little bit Stronger",

but she was about 1/2  note off pitch last night

AND

she needs to fire her stylist

for putting her in the solid black, long-sleeved

jumpsuit, with the bell bottom pants.

REALLY?
It looked like a Cher Halloween costume.

The Bank (oops! Freudian slip) Band Perry won

 in a couple of categories. 

They are young. 

They are cute.

And they CAN sang!

The sister wore a beautiful red dress

that looked absolutely stunning.

Her hair - now that's a different story.

She should get her money back from whoever

was responsible for the tacky

not-quite-a-do.

The good news is that she is so

darn cute that she looked good,

even with the bad hair!

Kenny Chesney & Allison Kraus sang.

My ears bleed when I hear Allison Kraus'

high pitched voice.  This is just a personal

"thang" as I know lots of people LOVE

her voice; just not me!

Luke Bryan is a cute little Hottie!

I saw him on some program last year

and a stylist was trying to get him to

wear a gold chain necklace and Luke

didn't want to. . .Well something has

changed his mind along the way.

He came onto the stage wearing black

pants and shakin' his booty in a way that

would have made Elvis blush.

AND, the black pants had lights up the outside

seam of each pant leg
Yes they did!

He's very handsome and he can certainly

"shake his things".

Faith Hill sang.

Here she is a naturally beautiful person

and someone did weird things to her

hair that caused her to look much

older than she is.  WHY?

Faith does her best when she simply

stands behind the microphone and sings, but instead
she looked rediculous stomping and shaking off-beat 

tried to dance at random times.

She is not a dancer.  No doubt about that.

Sometimes being tall, having a wonderful body,

a beautiful face, and a sexy voice

is all you need. 
Forget about the dancing.
PLEASE!

Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley hosted the Award program for the 4th year.  They did a great job of keeping the show moving and providing some good natured humor.  I didn't count but I'd dare to guess that

Carrie made at least 6 dress changes during the program.  Some of the dresses were beautiful but a couple of her choices were quite strange.  Still, Carrie could wear a pillowcase and look FAN-TAS-TIC!

So good to see Glen Campbell, Kenny Loggins, and Lionel Ritchie.

It was a fun night sitting on my sofa watching and critiquing some of my very favorite people!

In fairness I must mention that Mister got to
see one of his Girlfriends - Jennifer Nettles.
She was almost as pretty as me
gorgeous.
Mister loves we tall, beautiful,
talented, blonde, sexy types.
Jennifer and I have soooo much in common!


Best line of the evening -
"Is Justin Beiber a Conceiver?".
*snort  *spit  *laugh

Did you watch?

Do you like Country Music?