A Merry Thanksgiving...

Getting ready for a wonderful Thanksgiving...



My Dad spent time this last weeked passing his legendary pumpkin pie making skills on to my brother. Every year for as long as I can remember, my Dad has made his pumpkin pies. And yes, that's plural because it's never just one pie, it's many. I kid you not, when Christmas rolls around, I cannot even look at pumpkin pie anymore and the seams of my jeans are holding on for dear life. But never-the-less, his pies are the best, and I look forward to them every year.




This year, my Dad not only baked pumpkin pies, but a pear pie as well. Now I can be sure and get all my vitamins this holiday season. The pie was amazing, we've already been eating it!


This year, Alex and I have decided that after we gorge ourselves on Thursday, we will wake up on Friday and over the next three days, knock out ALL of our Christmas shopping. Is that too lofty a goal? I think not.

And on a side note, Alex and I had this convo in the car on our lovely ride into work today~ Why do we say Merry Christmas but Happy Thanksgiving? Does anyone know this?

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday weekend!

It was my turn....

One night last week, Alex whipped up this brilliant meal, all ready and on the table when I got home from volleyball. We chowed down on roasted chicken, assorted steamed vegetables and rice. It was great, and Alex was so proud that his chicken turned out so good (see pic)!

This Thursday, was my day to cook a nice dinner. Although it wasn't as good as the roasted chicken night (mostly because it wasn't cooked by Alex!) it was still pretty good. No matter if I burn it or under-cook it, Alex always loves a good filet. This time, it was over-cooked, with cheesy, twice baked red potatoes and we enjoyed every last bite.

Its Friday…seriously TGIF, because it’s been a long week for me. Thank god for Wednesday night and time with the gang! That was a real savior and Alex and I spent some much needed time laughing. We are so lucky that we have such a fabulous group of friends, seriously, we are so lucky.

I know that fall is a wonderful time of year and all, I mean, it’s definitely my favorite time of year but if I eat one more apple, just one more, I think I might…well, you know. I've picked apples from my parent’s orchard three times now, and with each picking I walk away with what seems like 40lbs of apples. I’m not kidding either. I compare the weight to carrying a 40lb bag of dog food, and it’s not far from that. Of course I’ve shared many, mainly with co-workers (who needs candy on Halloween when you can take apples home instead?) who are surely sick of me pushing my apples on them. At this point, I think they just take them to satisfy me and then pitch them the minute they sit down at their desk. Anyway, I like to spread the wealth. I’ve been eating, on average, 3 apples a day and stuffing a couple here and there and in Alex’s Superman lunch box to surprise him. Now the last 4 linger in the fruit bowl, slowly shrinking and shriveling and I just can’t do it. I just can’t eat one more.

Happy end of October everybody!