I haven’t blogged in two weeks.
The natives are getting restless.
By natives, I mean Adam.
It’s been busy, busy, busy lately.
But what holiday season would be complete without a little stress.
And a packed calendar.
My desk calendar at work has so much written on it, it could be blue prints—or a really poor battle plan.
The Ozark Christmas parade is this weekend.
It’s always been one of my favorites.
The crisp night air.
The illuminated floats.
The hot chocolate.
It always puts me in the holiday spirit.
I’m ready to bust out the Letterman house decorations.
It’s always a Black Friday tradition for us.
Long day shopping—come home and make the house beautiful.
I want to switch it up a bit this year.
We got rid of our (ugly) loveseat and I think the tree may make a move.
We also need to do something with our outside lights set up.
Tradition is good, but so it change.
Speak of tradition—its Christmas cookie season in the Letterman house.
Used the new cookie gun for some chocolate spitz cookie.
That recipe needs a bit of modification.
(Read—the cookies looked like blobs, not Christmas trees.)
Chocolate chip cookie were however a huge hit.
(Really who dosen’t like chocolate chip?)
In the weeks to come I have all the favorites slated.
Double-chocolate crack cookies.
Plus I have a host of new friends I discovered on Pinterest.
Its. Going. To. Be. Epic.
(By epic I mean really damn tasty.)
Speak of Pinterest—I made two projects and I’m thinking about a third this weekend.
PROBLEM: I don’t have enough house space for all this goodness.
I don’t want to make it if I can’t display it.
Bigger house is in order.
Had some McDonald’s coffee this morning.
It’s no Starbucks.
But it’s cheap.
I guess that is something.
It’s cold out today.
But not as cold as they said it would be.
I wish I had some coffee right now.
And a chocolate chip cookie.
Thanksgiving is exactly a week away.
Mom is making fried turkey for Adam.
He loves it.
First Thanksgiving as a married couple.
It’s feels nice.
WORDS OF WISDOM: If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.
I already started Christmas shopping.
I’ve ordered Adam’s Christmas and birthday gifts.
Plus I got Danny Boy some supper cute jammers at Target.
I can picture him wearing them already as he goes through his stocking from Santa Christmas morning.
Too cute for words.
Trying to save some money this year.
Testing out homemade gifts.
PROBLEM: They look like homemade gifts.
I hate that.
Making baby Ryan a blanket—that’s cute—no idea what to make other people.
The best day of the year—Black Friday—is almost here.
I’m saving extra big this year with coupons.
Door-buster sales and coupons—Adam’s wallet is gonna love me.
Kohl’s opens at midnight.
I’m thinking we stay up, hit Kohl’s, come home, nap, hit the others at 4 a.m.
I predict Adam will love this plan.
(Read, he is going to need a lot of coffee and some extra comfy shoes and he will probably still fall asleep in line.)
I really would like a chocolate chip cookie right now.
The childlike enthusiasm.
It’s all coming this way—welcome holiday season.