Ketchup Time.

Nope.  Not this kind of Ketchup. . .

This kind of "Catch-up".

(and since we're online we all

soooooo look like this!)

Many of you left comments about the

Butterfinger pie.  I've posted the un-recipe below.

It is more of a "method" than a recipe,

and the only thing you need to remember

is to work quickly once you begin

and not to over-fill the crust.

Enjoy!

Butterfinger Ice Cream Pie

Oreo Cookie Pie Crust (store-bought)

1 qt.  vanilla ice cream, softened

3.5 oz Butterfinger candy, crushed

I put the candy in the Food Processor

and pulse it a couple of times, but

you could simply put it in a Baggie

and pound with a hammer - just go easy,

as you still want some small chunks to remain.

Mix the candy with the softened ice cream.

Scoop this into the chocolate Oreo crust.

QUICKLY put it into the freezer to set.

Lick the bowl, the spoon,

and your fingers - you know you

want to!!

*Serve, drizzled with Hot Fudge topping.

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Boudxy was glad to see us when we picked

him up at the Vet's.  He is feeling good.

We are to take him to the Vet's tomorrow

to get his stitches removed.

(I've never had a dog who had stitches

to be removed after being neutered.

Hmmm.)

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The bad part about going to someone else's

house for Thanksgiving is not having any

left-overs.

The good part about going to someone else's

house for Thanksgiving is not having any

left-overs.

Know what I mean?

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Now that all the family birthdays have been

properly celebrated, I'm rollin' towards

Christmas.  Granted, I'm rolling slowly,

but I'll get there.  You gals' that have

December family birthdays to prepare

for are remarkable.  I don't know how

you do birthdays and Christmas all

"smooshed" together.

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!

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Yes, Virginia, there is a . . .

Yes Virginia,

there really is a Turkeyville.

Anyone ever been here or heard of this?

Who knew?

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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.

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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 . . .  .

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. . . . . . . . .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 . . ."

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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"!

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

at 11:11 am.