List of reasons why I failed…

Ok…

So it’s not a list. I lied.
I have already failed NaBloPoMo horribly, why in the world would I subject myself to it’s chains of bloggy bondage by continuing to sacrifice myself by pelting out lists which were, in all honestly, annoying the crap out of me.
There, I’ve said it.
Me… The compulsive list maker, annoyed by lists. Call the irony police- the end of the world must be approaching. As Chw would say (quite gleefully, I might add) “This is more of a miracle then flying pigs.” But really, I have to pause and wonder- “who would care if pork suddenly became airborne? I mean, really… Fowl flies, some fish apparently fly. Why not pork. Heck, let beef get in on the movement…
So yes, after a recklessly drunken weekend (of absolutely NO drinking on my part, or Chw’s for that matter as he doesn’t drink) I felt completely hung over and sluggish both weekend days. Denae’s somewhat-surprise party on Friday night went well. It was loads of fun and somewhere along the line I got over my fear of doing stupid cranium challenges in front of complete strangers. They say alcohol gives you that kind of courage, maybe that one friend of hers who did drink (because he WAS the only one) somehow freed my inhibitions. Who knew… For years I’ve been holding back thinking I was the one who was supposed to get drunk. Ha!
Saturday night my friend Dandy had a party and so I was off to that too… That’s me, the social butterfly. Sunday afternoon, after a trip to see Horton Hears a Who and then a knock-down-drag-out fight with Chw (not literally, but OHHHH, I felt like knocking him down!) my friend Tenille and her kiddos came over. All in all, it was a great weekend. Lots of sleep, still flat-out exhausted. I blame all of the lists… There is no one else.
And gosh, I am 2 days behind on my blog-March-giveaway. Wanna know something else? I don’t want to decide right now! (can you feel the ripples of shock cascading through the inter-verse???) So, Thursday morning I will post the winner. That means you have until Wed. night to enter here if you haven’t! ok???

Give-Away-Shmiv-away…

I love hosting this give away.
I love it!
The most annoying thing, (well, the ONLY annoying thing) seems to be that my link on the main site is messed up and it automatically links back to a post in December. I have NO idea why, but I have TONS of comments there, and on my giveaway post.

However, here is the thing…
I love doing this giveaway!
I love it!
(is this sounding repetitive yet?)

I was telling my wonderful husband all about it, last night, and although he was less thrilled than I was- he thought it sounded cool. I told him that these carnivals are something which seem to happen quarterly. (I couldn’t be sure, as I am new to this whole blog carnival thing, but the word on the cyber street was that this was a regular occurrence.)
Anyway, he shocked me by saying: Why stop there? Why only 4 a year?
And he is right!
So, I thought about this…
And thought.
And I decided that I am going to do a give-away a month! (at least for 2008)
And, because I am feeling completely narcissistic, I will be giving away something which fits into my “favorite things” category!
So… Because February is literally, right around the corner, I am going to take a couple of days to figure out the perfect February favorite- and on Friday (February 1st) I will let you know!

But don’t forget my current giveaway which is technically the January Favorite!!!!

midnight…

On phone call number three with my brother in law, I remember sherri saying her pregnant friend had be dilated to 4. So i told him “maybe she left in a hurry to go be with her, and forgot her phone…” 

He was still fearful, because of her past… I was in a bad place. 
This morning however, the situation is solved. 
I had been right. 
The friend was in a lot of pain and wanted someone to sit with her until her hubby was off work. Then, the weather made the late night drive home, tough. 
and all is well. 
oh yeah, and now I have a key… :) 
Thanks for all of your concern and well wishes! 
Tragedy averted… 
But what’s with all of this snow? 

M is for…


M is for Movie– Steel Magnolias. Sad. Stupidly sad. Not a movie one should watch after having just lost a friend. Sad. Sad.

M is for Me– Me annoyed at the attention spans of husbands. (namely mine!)

M is for Maddening– Maddening: Costco on a Sunday afternoon, 2 hours after all churches (Christian, Catholic and LDS) released…

M is for Maybe– Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…

M is for Meal-Plan-Monday

Monday: B- Peanut Butter Toast, Orange, Warm Apple Cider
L- Grilled Cheese, Soup
D- Barbecue Chicken, Creamy Augratin Potatoes, steamed squash
and sugar snap peas.

Tuesday: B- Blackberry Oatmeal, toast, OJ
L- Taco Salad, Banana, juice
D- Morningstar Farms Prime Griller, Whole Wheat Bun,
swiss, lettuce, tomato & ranch pasta salad

Wednesday: B- cereal, juice, blueberries
L- turkey sandwich, pasta salad, gogurt
D- Chicken tenders, homemade mac & cheese, steamed peas

Thursday: B- Toaster Strudel, yogurt, fresh berries
L- leftover chicken tenders, string cheese, applesauce
D- Homemade pigs in a blanket, soup

Friday: B- scrambled egg with cheese, sausage patty, toast, juice
L- half turkey sandwich with cranberry spread, baked beans, pickle
D- swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes, steamed asiago broccoli

You could even see it glow…


WOW!
For the record, I believe that there should be monthly blogging gift exchanges, as it is wonderful.

I got to thinking about the women who settled, with their new husbands, when the west was still wild. Imagine that beautiful feeling when a man on a horse would bring a note from home, (likely written six or so months from home) or when a wagon train would arrive with a quilt from Grandma..

Anyway, this was all very off of topic, and the topic here is this beautiful ornament! :)

My ornament (which was absolutely perfect, btw) comes to me from Beckie… Although Beckie and I know virtually nothing about one another, please allow me to tell you 3 very distinct things that I now know about her.

1) Beckie chose the perfect ornament. There is very little which is really sentimental to me from my childhood, but I have such an affinity for Rudolph. And not just any Rudolph but the Rudolph from the Burl Ives Christmas story.
2) Beckie pays a great deal of attention to detail as her little note holder was so precious and, although I would have loved to snap a photo of it, my daughter stole it immediately to store in her secret place of things most treasured! (Good thing I had time to grab the note with her URL or this blog post would be worded a little bit more like this: Would the wonderful woman who mailed me the ornament pictured above please come to my blog at once and identify yourself…)
3) Beckie is very wise to stuff every side of the box generously with tissue paper because, if there was one box that the United States Postal Service felt was worthy of a stand off against a forklift, this poor little box was it. It came to us literally crushed, but Beckie’s wisdom protected my precious Rudolph!!!

So, Beckie, thank you… Thank you, thank you, thank you!
And Julie, thank you too, for organizing such a fun experience!