Saturday, November 24, 2012

Tricky Holiday Ninja

I had my heart set on a $39 Ninja Blender. I own the Ninja 3 piece food processor set and it’s a good product for everything but making smoothies; which is why I bought it. I realized to grind the oatmeal in my smoothies that I would need the blender, where the blades are located differently than the food processors.

I got my hands on the Black Friday deal and was thrilled since the Ninja Blender is typically over $100. I got home and raised the lid, anticipating my morning smoothie lump-free, and found a duplicate of the food processor I already owned. Stinking, tricky Ninja Company; how dare you package a piece of the food processor set as a blender and stick a low “Black Friday” price on it. It was returned and I’m now looking for another brand.

Thanksgiving dinner was a success. I cooked turkey & dressing, corn pudding casserole and deviled eggs on Wednesday. In between working and sterilizing my house before the health department shut me down and took my children, it was completed; after a night with my mother and two sisters to see the Broadway Musical ‘Jersey Boys.’ (Free tickets from work are the bomb-diggity)

We, as a family, hosted my daddy and his wife, my six sisters and their children. It was the first time that we had all been together for the holiday in years…

Everybody’s taste buds were tantalized as I made two kinds of dressing, cornbread and herb, Annie brought Chicken and Dumplings and daddy brought Chocolate Gravy and Biscuits. The best part…Annie brought school lunch trays. Shut the front door, how much better is Thanksgiving dinner than having it from a school lunch tray?

Thursday we enjoyed lunch at my momma’s, who prepared the entire feast alone. It was, as always, delish! My mother’s cooking is famous with our kids, their friends and our friends. If we want our children to eat something we couple the statement with these words, “It’s Mamaws Good” (fill in the blank). We can get them to eat anything, anywhere if we say it’s mamaws good corn, or beans or gravy. Totally brained washed our children with mamaws cooking.

We journeyed to my husband’s parents home for dinner where I was waddling, but was able to force down a piece of yummy chocolate pie and two pieces of fresh, moist banana cake; didn’t want to disappoint the cook. It’s tough but somebody had to do it.

Thursday evening I headed to the first store to do some shopping, was there from 7 – 11 p.m. then onto a second store before coming home to load up a couple of teenagers to head to Bowling Green to hit the mall for a few hours. I got some good deals but the husband scored with his first ever Black Friday trip.

I came home at 4 a.m. Friday morning and slept until 11 a.m. He and I borrowed the good doctors truck and headed to Elizabethtown to the Best Buy where we found a great deal on a new t.v. for his “man cave.” I scored a new pre-lit Christmas tree and Arby’s roast beef on the way home. Totally worth the extra travel for the day!

New tree is up, new monster, too-big, drive-in screen is mounted proudly on the husbands wall like a trophy and the old bigger t.v. has been relocated to my room.



Only causality was my allergies after the husband kicked up dust from changing out my old t.v. to my new one, and the assault on my wallet isn’t as bad as I sit here lounging with a lumpy smoothie while trying to adjust my eyes to the larger view.
The eldest girl got this fabulous hat for $4.00. Rock on, kid...rock on!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Socks, Gloves and Boots – Where Shalt Thou Be?

“How many lives will I live?” – Me texting the husband.

“What”

“Huh” – Response from the husband.

“How many lives will I live?” – My attempt again to gain an answer.

“I have no idea what you are saying, but I am going to say one.” – Husbands response.

“So you’re saying I should buy the shoes? Thanks!” - A humbled and very surprised me.

“Oh, NOOOOOOO $$$$$$$$$$” – A husband who’s trying to get out of telling me it was ok to buy new boots.

I clearly gave him the opportunity to have a voice in the purchase. I do have to say, these new boots are not only pretty, but comfortable. I wore them all day Monday and my feet never hurt. So I want to spend the first part of this blog thanking the husband for always thinking of me and buying me wonderful gifts; when I least expect them.

RIP old boots, who are now laid to rest with the Sharpie marker that kept them polished on the toes and heels.

Guess what, I’m back blogging about DECA. Yay!

I love this club. We traveled to Indianapolis, IN for four days of fun with 41 teenagers and seven adults. Doesn't that sound just like dessert? Actually, these teens are a great bunch of kids.

We toured Lucas Oil Stadium, Indianapolis Motor Speedway, and attended a Pacers vs. Mavericks game.

My boys aren’t fans of either team and both have a weird obsession with socks. So it was only natural that their souvenir would be black NBA socks from the gift shop.

I lost them somewhere between Bankers Life Fieldhouse and the homestead.

The boy asked me if I had bought him anything, like maybe socks. I had to report that I had and also had lost them.

Two days into my grief over the $20 lost pairs of socks, I expressed to the eldest child my shame in my irresponsibility. She said, “I have them, you left them in my room.”

All is right with the world again!

I feel like Queen Marie Antoinette yelling “Let the boys wear socks!”

I did however head to Indy prepared for cold weather. Just as I was about to leave I realized that I would need gloves. I head upstairs and open the drawer with winter items and find four black gloves; all four different. So, being a very stylish, intelligent person I made a decision. I took all four. Luckily the weather was never cold enough to warrant me wearing my mismatched hand-huggies. However, my roommates and I had a ball laughing at my misfortune. I guess I’m in the market for gloves; I will have to see if I have any lives left with the husband.

Quote of the Day: We should have a way of telling people their breath stinks without hurting their feelings like, “I’m bored, lets go brush your teeth.”