Due to lack of free time (what is that, anyway?), I have neglected to blog about my Thanksgiving dinner and the events which followed. I currently have a spare moment, while my daughter is feasting upon a quesadilla, my hubby is at school studying, and my dog is licking...er... cleaning herself. Uh... sorry for that image.
Sure, I suppose I could be doing laundry, cleaning, doing the work that I brought home, etc... but seriously. What's more important than sharing the intimate details of my life with the internet world? Hmmm?? Exactly.
Thus, for your reading pleasure:
Thanksgiving dinner was had at my brother's house. His wonderful wife cooked everything (except for the sweet potatoes, which I made and will humbly tell you that they were UH-MAZ-ING) and it was all exceptionally good. We had a great time chatting while the kiddies ran amok. We did some fun Christmas crafts (provided by my super creative mom) and went to the nearby park to take pictures. Fun was had by all.
Then we were off to Santaquin, aka BFE, to visit Justin's family, where we had pie and aerobics, so we could all feel better about eating more pie.
Friday, we went out to breakfast with my mama to Ruth's Diner (delicious), although I think by the time we actually arrived, it was more like a late lunch.
After Ruth's, mother and I went SHOPPING!! Booya. We got lots of smokin' deals. And I tried on lots of freaking adorable clothes which I will probably never get. But part of the fun of shopping is trying on ridiculously expensive clothing that I can never buy.
We got home that night and we were in the Christmas spirit. Time to pull out the decorations. I momentarily forgot that I inherited the Christmas-Tree-Light-Freak gene. What is the CTLF gene, you ask? I will explain. This gene makes you feel that it is absolutely necessary to have every single branch and twig covered beautifully by the strand of lights, so that when you stand back and squint, there are no light holes. The problem with this gene is that, every year I string the lights so closely together around each brand so intricately that I end up having to buy at least 2 more strands each year. And not because they burn out. I had to buy 3 strands this year. And if you'll notice, the top is still lacking- I could have used 2 more strands. It's starting to get annoying. The other problem is that it takes about 3 hours to put on the lights. Thanks, mom, for the CTLF gene. But I'm satisfied with the outcome.
Every year, my mom gives each of us kids a new ornament. They are always so stinkin cute and unique. Here are a few of my favorites:
(Oh- the leg lamp was actually given to Justin by HIS mom, but I loved it so I put it on here, anyway.)