Relaxin'

It's our first night 'relaxing' after our many Christmas travels. We're parked in front of our tv watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Well, hubs is watching it, I'm listening to it for the 4th time.

I always forget how much trash Christmas creates. Wrappings and boxes and all those things, they have to go somewhere. But I got a bit frustrated today when everywhere I turned there was more junk! I'm on a mission to organize.

Tomorrow, besides going in to work for a little while, we're going through our clothes-what we wear and don't, organizing the closets and laundry room, and then making piles of things to donate. We do have a new consignment store in town so I might try to take some things there. We could use the cash.

Just thought you should know...ya know?

Thankful

I'm thankful this evening for many things. These are in no particular order-I tend to be very stream of consciousness.

My MacBook, which is now back in MY possession. We had been separated so long (um, a week and a half?) that I was beginning to learn to deal without it. However, having it back means I get to blog again. Yippee.

My family. We had a great Christmas together. Two days of it in fact. Yesterday was more low-key and today brought lots of people together.
Mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, hubby, moi, aunt d, uncle j, uncle t, cousins t, l, h, j and nieces and nephews k, j, e, c, e, and most importantly my spunky grandmother who recently turned 96. She rocks.

My presents! A new skillet, stew pot, pyrex measuring bowls and storage bowls, kitchen towels, cookbook...see the theme yet? I can't wait to get them into the kitchen and go to town with them.

And even more fantabulous-it's my blog, I get to make up words-was the huge present my parents got the kids. Airfare and hotel to the Grand Canyon as a family this spring. Wow!!! The hubs and I never got to take a honeymoon so we're thinking this will be more than enough to make up for that.

I'm starting a special fund for this venture because I think we owe them a super nice dinner or two hundred for this.

And last, but not least, for tonight is the Shred video I purchased via Amazon this evening. It's about time I got off my lazy duff and was proud of this bod again. Oh wait, was I ever? Well, it's about time.

I'm Feeling Salty

Salty

‘Tis the season and I’m feeling salty. Ever get that way? I’m not sure why now, maybe it’s all the emotion of the holiday? But here’s what happened.

Friends of ours found out a while back they were pregnant. We knew this early on ONLY because we live very close to each other and there was a panicked miscarriage moment* and we were called to babysit their other child while they rushed to the ER (turned out fine—just a little issue).

But only recently did they find out the gender of this child. They were very secretive about the whole thing but I don’t disagree with them, it’s their personal business. What bothers me is this. When they finally knew the gender they had a whole list of people to call to tell the news to personally. Doesn’t that sound nice? Yeah. We were day two of calls. Now before you judge me too harshly, listen to this.

I asked hubby, hypothetically of course, if we were to get pregnant who would we tell first?

“Your parents. My family.”

“Yes, and then who?”

“Mickey and Mable*.” (*Both fictitious names, well sort of. They were the names of the first birds my brother and I owned as children. Mine lived about a week. But I digress.)

Exactly. They would be on our first page, right near the top of people we would call with the good news.

We are their ‘day two’ people.

More than anything it hurt my feelings. I’m not so sure my husband actually put any amount of thought into it all. Leave that bit to me.

We’ve lived in this place just over four years and Mickey and Mable* (remember, pseudonyms-those names for people would be ridiculous) are about the closest friends we have, I thought. We did have another set of friends, who definitely made the top of the call list but they had to get on with their lives and enroll in med school in a far away country. No joke. They’re back around town actually after a year hiatus and we’re geeked. But that’s it.

So, that makes me salty but more so sad. It’s that family and friends time of year and I find myself, in the beginning of my thirties, wondering what I have to show for myself? I think of how my family was growing up. My parents had great friends, mostly from our neighborhood, who always got together to celebrate this and that. And now it’s Christmas-the perfect time for getting together—yet I’m making cookies alone.

I don’t want encouragement or prayers, I just want to be salty and to get it out there. I think it flipping* sucks (*was this close to using another word, but I refrained) what I’ve made of my personal life. I know it’s my fault. I’m too picky and love being home too much and blah blah blah blah blah. Why is it when you’re a child making friends is so easy and you could change at the ding of the recess bell who was your best friend? But as an adult it’s seemingly near impossible. Or is it just me?

Nostalgia

Nostalgia

I was running through our local grocery store for a few necessities and I made a stop in our International aisle this evening. Today at work a friend had told me about “Nice Cookies”…actual product. She briefly described them, including they were British, and tucked in a cute story about wrapping these cookies up as presents with a note that included something along the lines of naughty or…

I scanned the aisle but to no avail. I checked Scandinavian, French, Kosher, and even peeked into the Asian section (as it attaches to the British section) but no. I swung my body back around to face the British section and sighed.

You see, for a short while I had the absolute pleasure of living in Britain. In total about nine months—three months first and then back again for six months. It was literally one of the best times of my life. I loved everything about British life and culture. I adored the mass transportation, the cobblestone streets, the quaint coffee shops and pubs, the beautiful sights, oh, and the accent. I can’t leave out the accent.

And as I stood there tonight in the grocery store I reminisced about those lovely times; my eyes fixated on a bottle of Lucozade. Strange as it might sound but that stuff was always hanging around--in shop windows, on adverts, rolling around the tube stops.

I sighed again for how much I miss that place. If I could swoop up my whole family and resettle us there I would. I don’t care if there are rainy days, long walks with arms full of finger-numbing groceries, and just-missed trains I’ll take them any day.

Maybe if I was happier with where we settled our family I wouldn’t be so nostalgic? I’ve been told I should stop fortune telling and just live in the now. Okay, I’ll just make sure to spend extra time in the International aisle at least once a week.

The Busiest Week of the Year

It seemed as though I was on a roll. Really, lots of posts. Then what happened? Not only did we slide into the busiest week of the year-Christmas approaching and school about to dismiss for Winter Break-but then the unthinkable happened.

Long story short. We love our iMac. We love it so much we talked my parents into getting one. And guess what? They've had problems from day one. Sooo, a year later the thing finally, basically, stopped working. And my husband, who every time he looked at their computer seemed to harm it more, felt really guilty. So when all four of us met at the Apple store yesterday I very begrudgingly handed over my MacBook to my mom so they wouldn't have to go without a computer for too much longer.

I think I'm having withdrawals. Seriously. I miss my MacBook. Really.

That's so sad, isn't it?

I'll be back soon.

I cannot stand

I cannot stand…

When I’m lounging around and the house is all quiet and I’m reading blogs. Then, I click on one blog, I begin to read, and BAM, there’s that darn music that just starts playing by itself, loudly. I. Cannot. Stand. That.

Irrational? Yes. But I can’t help that it bugs me to the core. If I wanted to listen to music I would turn it on myself.

Okay, I’m over it now.

Budget, pt 2

Grocery Budget Reform, Week 2

Okay, so you may not give a rat’s, you know what (where did that saying come from?!) about the budget, but I’m going to tell you anyway.

So, week two rolls in at..............22.71

And this time I saved (insert even louder drum roll) 24.53!

Granted, I wasn’t able to buy meat like I was last week-although I did buy Tilapia. But I totally stocked up on frozen veggies (insert summertime remorseful blegh) for a really great deal.

Meijer had Green Giant boxed frozen veggies on sale 10 for 10 bucks, get the 11^th free, and I had a coupon for saving 50 cents off two. Meijer doubles coupons so I basically did a BOGO.

I also had a coupon for other Green Giant Frozen Steamers. They were on sale for 1.54 and I had a 50 cent (1.00) coupon, so I only spent 54 cents a bag. Now we have a nice assortment of veggies to choose from (brussel sprouts, beans, pea pods, broccoli, broccoli with rice and cheese, red potatoes with green beans, and sweet corn).

The menu we have planned so far-and really not yet in order-is Chili Mac (leftover chili from last week), Tilapia fillets, Crockpot Lasagna, Grilled Pork Chops (in the freezer), and I wanted to do a chicken but Meijer was out of their sale chicken.

It’s still early but I’m left with 2.29 for the remainder of the week.

Getting To Know...

Getting to know YOU.

This is from Keely’s blog, MannLand5.
It’s Sunday, a lazy day, so what better way to pass some time.

From Keely, “So if you want, I thought it would be fun to make it a MckLinky so that we can all get to know each other better. A little Sunday Funday or somethin' and if you don't have a post for today, well, now ya do! All you have to do is copy and paste the questions and link up or just answer the questions in the comments section...

How old are you?

31-although I am sticking at 28, so technically it’s 28 plus 3.

Where are you from and where do you live now?

I was born and raised in Michigan, although I have done my fair share of extended-stay traveling. I have also “lived” in Boise, Idaho, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, Kingston, England, and a few various places in Michigan (Grand Rapids [3 or 4 different places], Wyoming, Haslett, and now Grand Ledge).

What music have you been diggin lately?

Holiday music. Gene Autry, Burl Ives, Frank Sinatra, Rosemary Clooney…ahh.

Favorite food(s)?

There are way too many. The one I love but don’t get very often is sushi. Anything spicy tuna, yum!

Single, married, divorced?

I am married to the Hubs-2 ½ years now.

Kids? If so, how many and how old?

No kiddos yet (sigh) but we have a very active puppy dog who turned one in September.

What are 3 blogs you read daily?

http://www.mycharmingkids.net/

http://www.thisfamilyof4.blogspot.com/

http://mommyxxme.blogspot.com/

http://thekitchensinkrecipes.com/

Yes, I know that that is four but I really could keep naming them—I sacrificed with four.

What is your favorite Christmas/Holiday tradition?

Spending Christmas with my immediate family. My grandma’s cooking-salty French toast (don’t knock it, it’s amazing), black walnut coffee cake, etc.

Lastly, if you're a blogger, how long have you been blogging and if you don't have one…how long have you been reading blogs?
Only since April. I was involved in a tech thing this year where I explored a lot of new things and discovered how easy Blogspot was. And so it begun. That’s about the same time I started reading other blogs too.

It’s your turn. You can McLinky through Keely’s blog. Have fun!

The First Snow

Coffee Cake

I dub this Pantry Coffee Cake.

You see, I hate feeling like we’re “doing without”. Yes, I’m sure that sounds absurd but it’s hard to make sacrifices and stick with them. So, I raided the pantry this morning and then got on the Internet. I found this recipe for Breakfast Cake. And well, two of my favorite words combined—could I really go wrong?

However, I didn’t have vanilla pudding mix but I did have a cheesecake pudding. Then, the size I had was too small so I doubled it by using a chocolate pudding too. Hrm…this could go terribly wrong. I also didn’t have “Butter Flavoring”-that sounds nasty to me anyway. But I reminded myself I’m making sacrifices, er, substitutions.

I wanted to make a treat because hubby worked really hard all week, wasn’t feeling well, and had a corporate gig last night that didn’t get him home until 4:30 am.

Anyhow, as I’m slaving away (ha!) in the kitchen, hubs got up and got ready to leave! He apparently has a roof job this morning so I’m literally eating this cake all by my lonesome, which turned out okay. I wouldn’t crave making it again. This is probably due to my substitutions and lack of nuts (hubs isn’t a big fan-but it could certainly use nuts). It does have a delightful texture that I’m sure is the pudding mix. And I can definitely taste the yellow cake mix-not sure if I care for that. Ah well, I tried.

*SNOW*

Let it snow

The forecast has predicted our first snowfall for tonight. I am excited. Well, mostly excited. I think the first snowfall is beautiful and magical. I wish I could stay home and watch it fall all day. What doesn’t excite me is the 30-minute drive I have to work in the morning that turns into a 45-60 minute drive in the snow.

But I won’t think about that now. For now I am anxiously watching the outdoor light for signs of precipitation falling through its path.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree

Tree Time

I finally lugged the 200 lbs tree home in its decrepit box yesterday. Okay, okay, it wasn’t really that heavy but it was awkward and definitely not light.

This will be our first Christmas without a real tree (which I’m allergic too...as a side note!). Does that sound stupid or what? But here’s the thing, it’s not so much about the tree being real or fake it’s about a missed opportunity to drive all over tar nation with my husband looking for just the right one. And when we actually find thee one, bringing it home and having to chop off another 2 feet from the trunk because we, again, got one way too tall for our 9 ft ceiling. There will be no sap mark on the ceiling this year like our first two Christmas’ because a boxed tree doesn’t bleed.

So, is this our new tradition? Hubby sets up the “trunk” and inserts the branches then I come along and unfurl the needles and make the tree look full? It makes me sad, to leave behind our shenanigans, I mean tradition. But alas, to new traditions and a Happy(er) New Year!