Happy Thanksgiving!

Merry Christmas!

I mean...Happy Thanksgiving!

We got snow last night. Lots of it. And the forecast is calling for more over the next three days. 

Henry thinks it’s about the best thing ever ... oh to be young and innocent. I guess I’d think it’s great too if my only interaction with snow was sledding and making it into ice cream. 

The store got my oven in yesterday, so I’m really hoping we can get to town to bring it home. I really want my oven guys. Crock pots are great, and electric griddled are pleasant, but your girl needs some baked goods. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving after all. 

I hope you all have a great holiday. Or just a great day—looking at you, Canadians ;) Weather permitting, I’ll be stuffing myself with food at my parents’ house. 

Do you have any fun holiday plans? 

Say Cheese!

Hi guys!

I love pictures. It’s just a fact. 

Which is weird, because I also hate pictures. Also fact. 

How you say?

Let me explain. 

I love milestone pictures. Engagement, maternity, newborn. I gobble those up, and love finding time to have our own done. 

But I detest those pictures that happen at family reunions when six different people line your family up and all take pictures at the same time. Then we get these “cute” pictures where each member of the family is looking a different direction because everyone was saying “look over here! Smile.” It’s a mess. 

PSA: If you’re at an event and see a professional photographer taking pictures, back away. Do not jump in there with your phone and say “here, let me grab one too.” You want a picture? Wait until the photographer is done. Better yet, wait for them to make the images available later and download your own. I can’t tell you how many wedding pictures I have where half the wedding party is looking somewhere other than the photographer because of people snapping their own pics. Just don’t do it. 

Anyway. End rant. 

This past Saturday was 70°. It was beautiful out. So we arranged to have family/maternity pictures taken Sunday evening. 

Cue the 30° weather. 

I’m pretty sure my whole family was mad at me. No, you cannot wear big winter coats for family pictures. Layer up underneath your nice clothes and smile. 

It’s becoming a family tradition that someone goes without sleep right before picture day. For our engagement pictures, Jarod accidentally locked himself out of his house and ended up sleeping in the barn. This time, Henry was up all night with growing pains. So we were sort of zombies, and Henry wasn’t very smiley. 

However, the photographer was awesome and captured great shots despite the cold grouches before her. 

Here’s a couple of the preview pictures she uploaded last night. 

I just love them so much, and I can’t wait to see the rest. 

Phot credit goes to Morgan Curlo of 56 County Line Photography. 

What about you? Do you love taking pictures? Do you find yourself reaching for a camera to document every major moment in your life? Or are you more of a Sherlock Holmes? 

Another Month Bites the Dust

So....it’s November already. I’m kind of in shock. 

Have things gone according to plan? Absolutely not. Has everything under the sun happened in the space of three hours? No, but it feels like it. 

What went on:

October brought two trips to the pumpkin patch, which was super fun. My sisters took a bunch of pictures of me that I’m assured were super cute, but they haven’t actually sent any of them. So just know, I looked stunning. 

Harvest was completed! It was a little rough. Things weren’t great due to some of the weather mishaps that struck early this year, but they could have certainly been worse, and we’re all glad to have the corn in the bin instead of buried in a snow bank. 

It did snow. Only a skiff of it, that melted in a day, but Henry was thrilled with it. 

My mother in law came for a week and we worked on painting the ranch house we plan to move into. There’s still a ton to do, but I’m so thankful for all of her help, and I’m hopeful we will be moving in the near future. 

I was supposed to finish my line edits of Blood and Dust in October, but alas, I did not. I’m close though. Should be finished this week and I can put together the new and improved synopsis and proposal. 

Karen was here for Halloween, so she got to enjoy trick or treating with Henry. We only made it to about ten houses before the grumpy little pirate got cold, but that was more than enough candy for me and him to share. 

My oven, can opener, hot water heater, and bathroom fan all quit at the same time. I was thinking I should write a survival manual or something, but my secrets aren’t that great. Call the electrician. Buy a manual can opener. And make sure you have all the extra kitchen appliances. Electric griddle, toaster oven, crock pot, instant pot—get it all. Can’t go wrong with microwaveable food either. Well you can, but you know. Survivalists can’t be picky. 

My sisters came over for a Halloween sleepover. We watched Shutter Island and The Woman In Black. Both excellent, edge of your seat movies, with terrible, throw up your hands and scream into the void endings. 

I don’t even know. It feels like everything came crashing down in October and now everything is hanging in limbo November, waiting to see what happens next. 

I’m not doing NaNoWriMo. I had planned to work on Mad Hatter for it, but like I said—things didn’t go according to plan. 

I’m ready for Thanksgiving. I don’t even know why, I just know I’m ready for it. Comfort food. 

I also want to sleep for a week, but no one can seem to accommodate that. 

Oh well. Such is life, I guess. 

My dad and sister both have birthdays coming up this month, and I’m trying to find birthday presents, but apparently what I want to get doesn’t exist, oh and by the way, Christmas shopping is coming up too and I’ve got no time and money so if someone could just put me out of my misery, please and thanks. 

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