Archives for November 2006

Thursday Thirteen: 13 Things I Need To Do Before Christmas

13 things I need to do before Christmas

  1. make candies with the kids
  2. bake cookies for friends and Sean’s co-workers
  3. hang lights on porch
  4. buy flowers and ribbon for the pitiful wreath hanging on my wall (that currently only has 2 little poinsettas in it)
  5. make my Christmas wish list for Sean
  6. design and mail out Christmas cards
  7. take holiday portrait of kids
  8. do holiday crafts with the kids
  9. go to Opryland Hotel to see all of the lights and decorations
  10. see The Nativity Story
  11. buy ALL presents (I’m a last minute shopper…)
  12. mail gifts to out-of-town family

Because everyone knows to look there…

 A ‘teaser’ before I write my real post:

(I’m excited about these; they are like business cards for moms. I’ll have the designs up on my site within the next week.)

Last night, after picking Abbie up from dance class, there was a black kitty that came up to us. We’ve seen black kitty around for months, but he is usually too skittish to pet. Well, last night he ran right in our house and made himself at home. We already have two cats (one we took in a few months ago), so we joked about how we were going to become the “crazy cat house”. Neither one of us had the heart to send him on his way…

I let black kitty out this morning, ’cause really, how much litter cleaning can one person endure??? We’ll be keeping our eye on him though.

So anywho…

This morning, Sean got me up at 6am to look for my keys (because it would be so boring around here if we didn’t have to always be on the look out for them, therefore we simply refuse to get a second set of my keys made… okay… really, we are just too lazy…)

I looked
and looked
and looked
and looked
and — okay, you get it…


Normally, this would not be an issue. Sean has his own vehicle. Except today… he let a friend borrow his while his friend’s car is in the shop.

I was at a loss. I looked in places that I know haven’t ever seen the light of day… but you know, they had to be SOMEWHERE (for all I knew, black kitty was a thief who disguised himself as a sweet kitty, therefore allowing him access to my home, and the ability to steal my keys and go joy riding…he did seem awfully eager to get inside…)

My poor husband had to get to work. His only option was the motorcycle. He came strutting out of the bedroom in his Flame Orange subzero hunting suit. I wisely knew that it was NOT the appropriate time to make any pumpkin pie jokes… so, being the thoughtful wife I am, I kept quiet.

Off he went.
I kept looking (’cause, dang it, losing anything, makes me feel like I am losing my mind!)
Finally had to wake up Abbie for school. I inquire about the keys.
Yes, she saw them in the living room.
On the floor.
Doesn’t know where they are now.
Right before she leaves, Quinn wakes up and comes into the living room.
Did he see the keys?
Did he touch them?
Abbie says he’s lying.
I don’t care — where are my keys!!! No, I’m not mad!!! I just want my keys!!!
Quinn sits for a moment. Then takes off down the hall.
Bathroom cabinet door opens and closes.
I hear a familiar sound.
Keys have been returned.
All is well in my world again.

If you see a pumpkin driving down the road, wave and let my husband know that I have my keys.

Blessings, ~K

Message to myself:

Dear Self,

I thought I was okay with this whole “aging” thing… It’s never really been a problem for me. But that was before I started noticing how my pores are becoming enlarged, my crow’s feet are spreading and I have to wear my glasses more.

When did all of this sneak up on me? Caught off guard…Suddenly, I find myself looking at e.v.e.r.y. single bottle of “wrinkle cream”.

I’m absorbing these changes. Trying to soak them in and savor them. It’s not always easy. Especially when, during the sermon today the pastor mentioned the “prime of physical maturity” was around 31, 32, maybe 33, and that after that, the body starts into it’s aging process. I realized that I am beyond all of those…and…I am aging…

But, you know what? I’m going to embrace it. I’m going to continue to laugh hard enough that those crow’s feet eventually spread out to my earlobes. Every day that I age, I am that much closer to meeting my Savior face-to-face.

I don’t want to become so absorbed with aging that I miss out on the reason God has allowed me to stay on this earth… aging…Every day that I am on this earth breathing, God has ordained for me.

So, Self, don’t ever worry about getting old. Enjoy it. Savor it. Soak it up.


The freezer is stocked

Sean got home tuesday, from his hunting trip, with 4 deer! My kitchen table was a butcher’s block for two days, while he prepared the meat for individual meals. Most people have never tried venison. Or if they have, their experience is like my first try:

kitchen table circa 1978:
Mom: “How did ya’ll like your hamburgers?”
Me: (afraid of being to honest, but frankly they tasted freezer burnt) “They were… good…”
Mom: (proud of herself for “pulling one over on us”) “That was venison.” *Confused looks from us* “Deer meat…”

That was my last venison experience: gamey, weird and tricked!

Until we moved to Wisconsin. Everyone hunts. We were those “weird east-coast folks” who didn’t know a musket from a muskee. In fact, when we bought our home, we were hard pressed to find a house, in any price range, without at least one buck head mounted on the wall.

We made it three years before Sean went out hunting. His good friend took him out and immediately, he was hooked.

However, I had to be slowly introduced to the idea and be given an adjustment period to get used to the deer being brought home, so proudly, in the back of my husband’s truck.

Immediately, though, I saw a plus: Sean cooked the venison! I didn’t have to touch it, look at it, nothin’, in order to get the meat onto the table.

And really, and truly, it is the tastiest meat ever. It is lean; it is tender, it is healthy (ie – no artificial hormones) and it is inexpensive.

We (okay, my husband) grill it, roast it, slow cook it (although I don’t have one of these) and never, have we had a bad meal with it.

Best of all, my husband loves that he can literally, put the food on the table.

I know that some people take issue with hunting. I think that is unfortunate. All of the hunters that I have met (and trust me, in northern Wisconsin, you meet A LOT of hunters) are some of the most ethical, kind-hearted, down-to-earth people you will ever know. (actually, for full disclosure, I, myself, have my own bow, though I have not had a chance to go out with it on a hunt…)

If you ever have a chance, try some venison.

And if you need a good venison recipe, let me know.

However, I have no advice on decorating with or hanging those buck mounts…


Happy Thanksgiving

This year I’ve learned that no matter how dire the circumstances appear, the Lord can always pull you up.
My family has so much to be thankful for this year. I believe that this will be the first Thanksgiving in a long time where I experience the day for what it truly means:

not turkey
not green bean casserole
not football games
not the hussle and bussle of the day

But blessings. Big and small.

My family
Our health
A roof over our head
Food in the fridge
Clean clothes to put on daily.
The freedom to worship my Lord, who has blessed us beyond measure.

I am thankful!