Christmas is....

Christmas is magical when you are 3 1/2.

Christmas is tiring when you are 33 1/2. But, still fun.

Christmas seems to always sneak up on me....every year. Never living up to the empty promises I make to myself every year about having all my shopping done and finished the first week in December. Typical style...I was finishing up on the 3rd week....

So back to normal....back to a schedule...and back to skipping toffee and haystacks for breakfast.

Happy New Year!

sick or something?

First time in three days these fingers have touched this keyboard...and first time I have sat up straight for longer than 5 minutes.

This lady was sick....

But, thankfully back to "normal" ;)

Here are 2 pictures from the Santa breakfast we went to last week. That was the day I came down with the funk.

This picture makes me smile....second visit with Santa this year....and the moment she sat on his lap she started posing for the picture. Guess she didn't want me to act like a fool and dance around like a loony farm resident. Kid is smart enough now to realize if she just smiles...it is over with faster. ;)
A friend of mine hosted the "Santa Breakfast" at her house. Serious fun.

Doughnuts, blueberry muffins, sausage balls, breakfast casserole, Chick fil a breakfast sandwiches, kolaches, cookies...and 956 other things to eat. All the ladies in the picture above and I went to school together. Known two of them since I was 4. So hard to believe I have known them for 20 years!!! ;)

Got to eat the delightful potluck buffet and visit and then Santa arrived. Each kid got to sit with him....share wishes....he passed out books...and had to hurry back to the North Pole!

There were several "older" kids there who were totally into the Santa experience...the younger ones...not so much.

Was fun....was a hit.

Now, time to get busy!!!

Santa rocks

Pictures of pictures don't turn out so well....

But, I'd say the kid likes Santa....a whole bunch....what do you think?

Merry Christmas Ya'll!

something new?

Had to share this old school Poodle picture I found online tonight.

Think I will clip Doodle the Poodle to look just like this.

The reason I was looking at pictures of Poodles on line is because I think I want another one.

Yep....I hear you....I am crazy.

Didn't say I was gonna get one....difference between want and get, right?

The Shorty house hold is a one kid family....and the kid keeps asking for a puppy.

As of right now I am 60% against....and 40% pro puppy.

Tomorrow it may be different.

Sing it Patsy!

"Crazy.............."

Twice in one day

So this new, organic, expensive, and trendy little market just opened right down the street from out house.

And, to top it off.....it has a little cafe with an organic, NOT expensive, and trendy little menu.

Salad bar, soup bar, free range chicken, Kobe beef, and fancy flat breads.

The market however specializes in things like $30.95 balsamic vinegar and $7.00 tiny Santas made from chocolate.

A fun place to browse around.

Shorty loves the place. Took my Mom there with the busy body 3 1/2 year old for her birthday lunch....and went again that night for a bite to eat after Christmas shopping for the said busy body.

I snapped a picture of my dinner.

Chicken and asparagus. That is it. Lean meat as big as your fist (yes this is a tad larger) and two veggies the size of your palm. How we should all eat, right?

Was really good....but was still hungry after this meal.

As they say "give your food time to digest, then you will be full." was true.....but was hungry again an hour later.

Dang healthy eating.....

mmmmmmmm.....wish I had a $7.00 chocolate Santa.....

Makes me want to cry

Giant piles of laundry....full washers....packed dryers....and folding laundry make me want to cry.

I know it is my job....yes, I am a housewife by choice and I signed up for folding socks while watching Dora the Explorer.

But, how on EARTH do 3 people make so much laundry?

My neurotic tendencies make me do laundry almost every day. I hate to have a full laundry basket, wet washcloths CAN NOT enter my piles, and gym clothes have to be washed that day.

Yes....I know....I need to make an appointment with a therapist.

So, little loads all combine in the dryer....and leaves me with one gargantuan stack to fold....and it takes forever.

Always remember my Mom being adamant that I NOT leave my clothes in the basket inside out.

Now, I know why.

Sorry Mom.

Gotta go. Laundry to fold.

Geezzzz.........

Love at first sight.

Boy oh boy! Another horse post! Aren't you excited?

At my lesson today....I got to ride a horse named Conrad. Just under 18 hands and flat out beautiful.

When my instructor pointed me in the direction of this lovely animal's stall....I fell in love when I opened his door!

Car lovers would dream to drive a Lamborghini or a Ferrari and a Porsche.....

This is the equivalent for a horse lover. Was an amazing ride....I was a tad more nervous that usual. Because of his size and the actually belongs to someone....

And being nervous around horses and bees isn't good.

The lesson was still so cool...he did everything I asked with no complaints....and was so fun to ride!

The horse isn't for sale....but would probably cost about what a brand spanking new BMW would sell for.

Crazy isn't it?

Too bad he can't come live with us. He would be so happy in our postage stamp back yard. ;)

Sorry it was another horse post....but, just couldn't help myself.

Conrad is on my mind. ;)