Look at me! I'm blogging!

So I guess I am one of the last people on the planet to start a blog. I never really thought that anyone would want to read all about the mundane and slightly random junk that goes on in my daily life. But, then again, you're reading this, aren't you?

The holidays are just around the corner and I am preparing the best way I can. Eyes wide open and fully aware of just how much time I have to get it all done. Every year I do Christmas cards (if you haven't gotten one before then maybe you should shoot my your address so we can fix that) and those do take a lot of time. I try to be at least a little personal in each one, but how many ways can you wish someone a Merry Christmas, really? I debated on including a family letter recapping all the things that happened throughout the year, but there really wasn't that much that happened. Well at least nothing that was so oh my gosh exciting. Nicholas broke his nose in October, my dad had open heart surgery in September, I screwed up my shoulder in June. Nothing says Happy Christmas like a laundry list of injuries....


Thanksgiving will be slightly bittersweet this year. My husband is working all day so he will not be there for the over stuffing of the stomachs. If any of you have met my mother, you know that the more of her food that you pack away, the more she likes you. She's odd that way. Anyway I promised Robert that I would make him a pecan pie this year (Note to self: Learn how to make a pecan pie! Quickly!) I only wish Paula Dean lived closer so she could just deep fry me up one. Seriously, that woman deep fries EVERYTHING! Last night I was watching her Thanksgiving Special and she deep fried cranberry sauce! Isn't it a crime against nature to deep fry fruit? The even harder to fathom thing about her need for all things to be purified via deep frying, was how the cranberry sauce didn't just melt in a oily, congealed mess. I was wondering as I was watching her drop heaps of it into the fryer, that if I listened closely, could I hear it screaming, "Hey! What are you doing? I'm fruit! For the love of all things decent and holy, I AM FRUIT!!" Then an odd thought struck me. If Paula Dean and Martha Stewart were in the same cell block and they got into a knife (shank) fight, who would win? Call me crazy put I think Paula would win that one. Martha may be uber scary looking, but Paula has those crazy eyes that make her look like she is secretly plotting how to kill you. Kill you and then deep fry you....


I hope everyone is looking forward to the holidays (Yes, you too, Jeff) Make them memorable and try to remember why we even have Christmas. Giving is better than getting, but that doesn't mean regifting is a good idea...ever.