I was planning on getting this posted yesterday but from the photo below – can you guess what I was doing instead?
Yup – getting stuck in a 3 foot snow drift in the road. Needless to say, it put my timeline into a tail spin. But, we got out with some very helpful neighbors and the township grater. It was the only thing that could move all the snow to get to me and the only thing heavy enough that wouldn’t spin and spin and spin on the snowy road.
Are you done with your holiday shopping yet? I’m not. I wasn’t stressed about it until yesterday when I had about 3 hours to get about 6 hours of shopping done. And guess what, I didn’t get done. I’m close, but not close enough.
I think I’m in the minority when I say I don’t like to shop. If I could afford a personal shopper, I’d be getting one. Along with a maid. I don’t like to clean the house either. I think there are dust bunnies living under our dining room hutch that are older than our youngest daughter. And you know how bunnies like to multiply. Just saying, there is a whole nation of them under there.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
We got our first big snowfall of the season today and it was beautiful – unless of course you had to drive in it. Then, it’s a little inconvenient.
Now that we have another driver in the house and this being the first winter she is allowed to drive without my hubby or I in the car, winter weather road conditions make me a little nervous. White knuckle driving is not fun and its worse if your kid is the one doing the driving while you are at home anxiously waiting for their safe return.
See that on the top of my head – yup – more gray hair! Uffda!
Hmmm – warm soup. My girls and I love a good, warm soup on a chilly night. My guys, not so much, but they’ll eat it.
I’ve wanted to make a taco soup for a long time and just never got around to it. So one night this week I didn’t have anything really planned for dinner except I knew I had hamburger and about 30 minutes before the crew would be saying, “I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?” And I would reply, “Good food!” Then the eyes would start to roll and they would quickly leave the room before I ask them to do a few chores. It’s almost a ritual in our house every night around dinnertime.
It’s Sunday afternoon after a long holiday weekend filled with my 3 most favorite “F” words. Family, friends, and food! Not necessarily in that order. Just kidding. Some days.
The family is gone and I feel like I shouldn’t have to eat until Christmas, but you know darn well I’ll be back in the kitchen making a leftover turkey sandwich in about an hour or two. Ugh! My stretchy pants are even tight.