Happy Thanksgiving Eve, my lovelies!
Now, while Turkey Day isn't my MOST FAVORITE holiday, it definitely ranks in the top 3 at the very least. How can you not love a holiday in which you
a) indulge in ridiculous amounts of carboriffic foods,
b) kick off the Christmas season as soon as the leftovers are packed away, and
c) take a bit of time to slow down and truly reflect on what you've been blessed with and are thankful for in your life
(A question mark would be proper in ending the sentence above, but I cannot figure out where to put it and think it looks odd wherever. Go ahead and write me up, grammar police.)
Thank goodness today is my early day at work, because I have about a million and one things to do to get ready for tomorrow, including investing in a pastry cutter and rolling pin, dying cream cheese to decorate turkey feathers, picking up copious bottles of wine, baking cornbread and putting my dressing together (without the broth people!! Never let it sit overnight with the broth!!), attempting to make a pecan pie plus the crust completely from scratch, hitting the elliptical for an hour (I figure if I start burning calories early, maybe the burn will just keep on going through tomorrow... right?), watching Home Alone whilst in the throes of my kitchen preparations... and then collapsing on the couch with a glass/bottle of wine.
I have a schedule for all of this (OH, yes ma'am, I do) but if I know me as well as I think I do, tears will have been shed in frustration and angst at some point this evening as I got off schedule and everything just went into the gutter. And then Brian will remind me that we're having frozen pizza for dinner and that it's not the end of the world if I don't finish everything to the minute, and he will follow behind my pathetic little trail of tears with a broom to sweep up my messes and hand me a lovely, refreshing glass of wine while I silently remind myself how thankful I am to have him around (y'all, I'm already knowing that this will happen- I bought him a Thanksgiving card and a package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups yesterday as a "You're likely going to need to give him this as an apology for Wednesday night pre-Thanksgiving hysteria").
After all, it wouldn't be the holidays without a whole lotta drama leading up to that lovely presentation of goodies that you knew would inevitably turn out just how you'd expected-- delicious and flavored with a lot of love, effort, and a touch of crazy.
And now-- THE PINS BEFORE THE TURKEY!! I'm linking up with The Vintage Apple in my fav little Oh, How PINTERESTING Wednesday.
Completely obsessed with this monogrammed bedding.
Now, while Turkey Day isn't my MOST FAVORITE holiday, it definitely ranks in the top 3 at the very least. How can you not love a holiday in which you
a) indulge in ridiculous amounts of carboriffic foods,
b) kick off the Christmas season as soon as the leftovers are packed away, and
c) take a bit of time to slow down and truly reflect on what you've been blessed with and are thankful for in your life
(A question mark would be proper in ending the sentence above, but I cannot figure out where to put it and think it looks odd wherever. Go ahead and write me up, grammar police.)
Thank goodness today is my early day at work, because I have about a million and one things to do to get ready for tomorrow, including investing in a pastry cutter and rolling pin, dying cream cheese to decorate turkey feathers, picking up copious bottles of wine, baking cornbread and putting my dressing together (without the broth people!! Never let it sit overnight with the broth!!), attempting to make a pecan pie plus the crust completely from scratch, hitting the elliptical for an hour (I figure if I start burning calories early, maybe the burn will just keep on going through tomorrow... right?), watching Home Alone whilst in the throes of my kitchen preparations... and then collapsing on the couch with a glass/bottle of wine.
I have a schedule for all of this (OH, yes ma'am, I do) but if I know me as well as I think I do, tears will have been shed in frustration and angst at some point this evening as I got off schedule and everything just went into the gutter. And then Brian will remind me that we're having frozen pizza for dinner and that it's not the end of the world if I don't finish everything to the minute, and he will follow behind my pathetic little trail of tears with a broom to sweep up my messes and hand me a lovely, refreshing glass of wine while I silently remind myself how thankful I am to have him around (y'all, I'm already knowing that this will happen- I bought him a Thanksgiving card and a package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups yesterday as a "You're likely going to need to give him this as an apology for Wednesday night pre-Thanksgiving hysteria").
After all, it wouldn't be the holidays without a whole lotta drama leading up to that lovely presentation of goodies that you knew would inevitably turn out just how you'd expected-- delicious and flavored with a lot of love, effort, and a touch of crazy.
And now-- THE PINS BEFORE THE TURKEY!! I'm linking up with The Vintage Apple in my fav little Oh, How PINTERESTING Wednesday.
Source: leontinelinens.com via Katie on Pinterest
Completely obsessed with this monogrammed bedding.
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This is the most perfect idea ever for a nightstand!
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LOV-ING this outfit, particularly the sweater/wrap.
gotta love my boys!
Louboutin Holiday Pumps-- I die.
1. He is dreamy. 2. He is PERFECTION just for ever uttering these words.
“‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her. I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain… I've got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don't want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I'd rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before 'thin'. And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls.” — J.K. Rowling
love. her. want to be her/her best friend.
so, so true...
lovely little holiday friend gift, with a monogram added to the ball?
I'm off to finish up/start my day at work... right after I find breakfast. And a coffee-- a BIIIG coffee. If you don't check back in before tomorrow, have a wonderfully happy and blessed Thanksgiving!!
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gotta love my boys!
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Louboutin Holiday Pumps-- I die.
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1. He is dreamy. 2. He is PERFECTION just for ever uttering these words.
“‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her. I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain… I've got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don't want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I'd rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before 'thin'. And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls.” — J.K. Rowling
love. her. want to be her/her best friend.
Source: someecards.com via Katie on Pinterest
so, so true...
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lovely little holiday friend gift, with a monogram added to the ball?
I'm off to finish up/start my day at work... right after I find breakfast. And a coffee-- a BIIIG coffee. If you don't check back in before tomorrow, have a wonderfully happy and blessed Thanksgiving!!
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Good Morning! I am swinging by from TVA:)
ReplyDeleteJust read your profile on Pinterest and was LOL- I am a runner & wine lover AND I love to cook & eat Mexican food! (and I use to live in TX!) I am your newest follower-
I am swooning at that wrap in your style board pin, love it!!
I hope you have a blessed & safe Thanksgiving!!
Oh my word....that bed is divine! I'm officially obsessed!
ReplyDeleteThe sweater/wrap (honestly, the whole outfit) and shoes are amazing! And the quote by JK Rowling? Amazing. I am definitely saving that!
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