tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54383567091149479162012-03-03T15:33:14.880-05:00.Dysfunctionally Functional.My worlds collide. Often.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-43759173059943444192012-03-02T22:47:00.000-05:002012-03-03T13:47:53.672-05:00
Happy Friday!
When I heard my doorbell yesterday, and I saw my brother's car in my driveway, I really wasn't sure what to think. I figured he had come to visit our father . . . boy, was I wrong!
Stupidity makes me want scream.
Get this -- not only was my brother on my front stoop, but his wife was with him as well. And they made the trek up the mountain to my house just to stand on my Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-72466075409405799852012-03-01T09:37:00.000-05:002012-03-03T12:03:03.399-05:00
Thursday 13
My 13-yo is not a reader. It kills me, because ever since I can remember, reading has been an obsession of mine. I just don't understand why she doesn't like to read.
A while back, she did get really into James Patterson's Maximum Ride series. I'd hoped then, that those books would get her interested in reading, like I am.
Alas, this was not the case.
She'll read what Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-90137069069167996532012-02-29T09:38:00.000-05:002012-02-29T14:42:13.078-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
I want my front porch!
Pictured above is a similar design to the one that we're going with, when we have our front porch built this spring.
This is my house.
Isn't the snow purty?
Anyway, here's how the front porch is going to be built:
Please forgive this incredibly sorry excuse for a porch drawing. I'm hoping that between this crude rendition, and the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-52206958110052017452012-02-28T13:14:00.000-05:002012-02-28T13:26:47.135-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Trying. Yesterday was trying. Shit, this whole month has been trying. And I've been trying like hell to keep it together, but boy . . . it has NOT been easy.
Last night, all I wanted to do was talk to my brother about our dad.
Of course, I could vent to my husband. I could vent to my mom. But my husband has been listening to me vent forever about all this, andKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-56774037911722956672012-02-27T11:16:00.002-05:002012-02-27T11:16:25.854-05:00
Happy It's-Almost-March Monday!
Well, it's certainly been a while, hasn't it?
This month has SUCKED!
My dad was in the hospital from January 26th until February 6th. He came home because his insurance is retarded and they denied his rehab admission request.
He was home for a week, and during that week, he never really got better. He was still coughing and feeling generally shitty; he Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-89822238332456267212012-02-07T12:57:00.000-05:002012-02-07T14:57:50.309-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Tenderloin. It's what's for dinner tonight. I can't wait!
"A" is for:
Artsy. It's what I was trying for before my dad got sick, and what I'm going to try like hell to get back to. I've designed and printed out a few things to replace my Valentine's Day decorations, for when the time comes. I've also printed out some everyday decorations for the kitchen -- or Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-37121597135413743822012-02-06T09:52:00.000-05:002012-02-07T08:35:27.447-05:00Yay!
Daddy's coming home today!
He just called me and told me to come pick him up. Lord only knows why the rehab plan fell apart, but it's going to be great having him home.
Great timing, too . . . I just finished cleaning his room!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-34219167198405280832012-02-05T23:20:00.000-05:002012-02-07T10:02:00.106-05:00
Happy Super Bowl (almost) Monday!
I, myself, am not a football fan. I only watch the Super Bowl for the commercials. This year, I actually watched the game, but only because my dad is a Giants fan, and my son (an Eagles fan) was also rooting for the G-Men.
It was a really good game!
I'm happy that the Giants won . . . mostly because now I can cut my dad's hair.
My kids are happy Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-65530797191390903572012-02-05T09:30:00.001-05:002012-02-05T09:30:24.408-05:00I've been neglecting my blog as of late.
It's not that I don't have anything to say; it's just that I don't have anything to say that's not whiny.
I'm tired. I'm headachy. I'm depressed.
Boring!
Good news? My dad may be coming home tomorrow.
His doctor is trying to get him into the rehabilitation facility that's situated right in the hospital. They -- whoever "they" may be -- denied the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-79451846689805647792012-02-01T20:34:00.002-05:002012-02-04T18:20:43.035-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
I want this fucking headache to go away!
I've had a headache since Monday night. It's not a migraine. There's no sensitivity to light or sound, and I don't feel nauseous. But Tylenol and Motrin and Aleve don't seem to be able to touch the pain, which is constant, though not as debilitating as migraine pain. I've been really tired and sleeping a lot, too, and I seem Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-47901067004975105552012-01-31T16:17:00.000-05:002012-01-31T16:17:34.344-05:00One of the worst things about fighting with my brother is how it affects me in ways that are beyond my control.
Like in my dreams.
I dream about my brother almost every night. And in most of those dreams, we're not fighting. In most of those dreams, everything is hunky-dory. We're all one, big, happy family. My brother is not some angry stranger; he is the person he used to be, before he Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-80019165127586680102012-01-30T22:17:00.000-05:002012-01-31T02:20:08.937-05:00Well, my dad is doing much, much better now.
Thursday was fucking scary, though.
Tuesday, he started feeling yucky. He thought he was running a temperature, and he was generally achy all over.
He was not coughing.
And that's a biggie. With all my dad's respiratory issues, coughing -- and the nature of said coughing -- is usually the indicator by which I make judgement calls regarding his Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-16731996997847782772012-01-30T15:11:00.000-05:002012-01-31T03:20:06.739-05:00
Happy . . . Wait . . . It's Already Monday!?!
Last week was a shitty, shitty week.
Planning was non-existent. Routine was thrown out the window. Chaos reigned supreme!
Hoping to pull it all back together this week.
This Week's Menu
Monday: Out to Eat!
Tuesday: Peach Whiskey BBQ Chicken with Couscous, & Green Beans
Wednesday: Pasta with Pesto Cream Sauce
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-7995114937011216002012-01-28T11:49:00.000-05:002012-01-31T01:40:54.393-05:00I've been away, and there's a very good reason for it.
I ended up calling that ambulance on Thursday afternoon to take my dad to the hospital.
I got home yesterday afternoon, after being awake for well over 24 hours, and I slept . . . a lot.
I suppose I needed it.
See, here's the run-down on my dad . . .
Years ago -- jeez, it's been about fourteen years ago, now, I think -- my dad
was Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-48656243965906202232012-01-26T10:27:00.000-05:002012-03-01T13:51:12.474-05:00ARGH!!!
Have you ever had one of those weeks, when all you want to do is throw your head back and scream bloody murder?
This week has most definitely been one of those weeks for me.
My dad is sick.
To be more specific, my dad is sicker than usual.
See, he's got issues.
You can read all about it here, if you'd like to be well-informed and all caught up.
Suffice to say that when he gets sickKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-4652789943244301352012-01-23T23:29:00.002-05:002012-01-23T23:29:28.464-05:00
Happy Chinese New Year Monday!
It's Chinese New Year . . . The Year of the Dragon.
Not that I know what that means, of course.
I just think it's neat.
Well, I took my NyQuil sinus medicine last night, and it didn't do shit. So, around 1:00 AM, I took some DayQuil sinus medicine.
And it knocked me out, on my back, for about 12 hours.
Holy shit!
So, consequently, the only things Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-56039752664603195192012-01-22T19:36:00.000-05:002012-03-01T13:54:42.302-05:00
Happy Sunday!
Sunday Stealing: The Never Ending Meme, Ends
36. Have you watched American Horror Story? Nope. I'm going to watch it on Amazon, eventually, though, on account of how great I heard it is.
37. Baseball hat or toque? What's a 'toque'?
38. Do you shampoo or soap up first in the shower? Shampoo. (Well, technically, not 'shampoo'. Baking soda. But you get the point.)
39. Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-87126362746811679512012-01-22T16:09:00.002-05:002012-03-01T15:01:42.856-05:00Sorry for the absence.
I've been sick.
I got hit with a triple whammy . . . my long-lost period showed up (finally), I had a stomach bug, and I got hit with a sinus infection (which is still going strong).
I can't remember the last time I felt so tired, achy, fuzzy, stuffy, drippy, crampy, pukey, sneezy, and drained . . . all at the same fucking time.
It. Sucks.
I'm starting to feel a littleKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-73961093045268071942012-01-18T22:06:00.001-05:002012-01-18T22:06:49.132-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
I want energy.
I want pep.
I want to wake up, full of vim and vigor, eager to greet the day.
I want someone to tell me how to make this happen.
It's been a bad day. I haven't really felt all that great. I don't know what it is . . . I can't really pinpoint any one thing (or any few things) that's bothering me. I just know that I'm not quite right.
I didn't Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-36910540773755133342012-01-17T21:48:00.000-05:002012-01-17T22:09:36.109-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Tired, which is what I was all night last night, thanks to my little monster children.
Why can't they just sleep in their own damn beds?
"A" is for:
Awake, which is also what I was all night last night, thanks to my little monster children.
Again, why can't they just sleep in their own damn beds?!?
"C" is for:
Children, who drive me batty!
(See "T" and "A" Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-5604054119175319152012-01-17T21:02:00.000-05:002012-01-17T22:37:47.917-05:00Bad night last night.
Very, very bad night.
Ended up having both little kids in bed with me and my husband, and I really didn't sleep much at all. Too much kicking and shoving by the little monsters, vying for more room in MY bed.
Ugh.
I finally fell asleep sometime after 6:00 AM.
Thank God I have a wonderful, understanding husband, who let me sleep in, while he got all the kids up and off Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-33094620196587593802012-01-16T23:54:00.000-05:002012-01-17T16:56:40.236-05:00They're all finally gone!
I love my family, but DEAR LORD, some of them drive me absolutely insane!
I'm exhausted, so I'm not going to go into any family drama right now -- not that it was all that bad, of course. It could've been worse, that's for sure. But still, I'm really tired, it's really late, and my head is pounding. So here's my Day 6, from my diet/exercise standpoint, in a nutshellKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-49745909258165162362012-01-16T09:27:00.000-05:002012-01-16T13:28:24.720-05:00
Happy Family Monday!
Well, I fell asleep last night before I was able to finish my menu plan, so here I am!
By "Family Monday", I mean that I'm going to have a houseful this evening for dinner. My aunt - who lives in Philadelphia - is finally coming in for Christmas, and my mother thoughtfully suggested that she, the Philadelphia aunt, my other aunt, and my uncle & aunt all come up to my Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-74946355531944444422012-01-15T23:34:00.000-05:002012-01-16T12:56:38.549-05:00I was out all day again today!
I'm a party animal, I tell ya.
Today, I went to a local civic orchestra concert, which was dedicated to the man who had founded the group about 10 years ago.
Back in the day, I went to a 6-week summer music camp that was held at a local college. I was a camper for a few years, and then I was a counselor-in-training, and finally I came back as part of the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-3867635756817746352012-01-15T09:53:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:51:16.658-05:00
Happy Sunday!
Sunday Stealing: The Never Ending Meme, Part Two
21. Did you go to your high school prom? Nope. I went to an After-Prom Party, though, where I spent a lot of time laughing and making fun of drunk people . . . including my husband-to-be. It was way more fun than the actual prom, or so I was told.
22. Perfect time to wake up? During the week? About half-an-hour before Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-29211085243472312252012-01-14T21:30:00.000-05:002012-01-15T11:31:34.753-05:00Well, I was a bad, bad girl today. I totally did not exercise AT ALL.
Unless you count shopping for an hour at WalMart as "exercise", which I do not . . . technically.
An exercise in patience? Yes.
Physical exercise? Not so much.
I woke up this morning, and went to the bathroom, weighed myself, and then got back into bed, because it was 7:00 AM on a Saturday, it was freezing outside so my Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-58184331029460523662012-01-13T20:47:00.001-05:002012-01-15T10:47:04.833-05:00
Happy Friday!
When I looked out the window this morning, there was no snow. About two hours later, there was.
Snow - except for on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day - doesn't make sense to me.
Remind me daily, please, of how thankful I'll be once I'm at a healthy weight, because otherwise, I'm never going to survive all this exercise or get used to these new eating habits.
Snuggling with my Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-61690026537173663152012-01-13T19:59:00.000-05:002012-01-17T17:02:47.481-05:00So the poundage is down by 2 this morning.
Did I happen to mention discouraging?
I was up at 5:00 AM today, but I laid in bed until 6:30 AM doing some Google searches regarding weight loss.
Again, with the discouraging.
According to various sources, my ideal weight -- when taking into consideration my age and height -- should be anywhere between 118 lb. and 155 lb.
Ergo, I need to lose Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-10017615894795117292012-01-12T21:41:00.000-05:002012-01-17T17:05:37.133-05:00I got on the scale this morning, and after all that exercise yesterday, I was just so very thrilled to see that I'd gained 3 pounds!
What the hell?!
Talk about discouraging!
But I will persevere.
Screw the scale! I felt great yesterday! (Even if some of the KettleWorx exercised did almost kill me . . . and even if I looked like a complete and utter fool doing the Wii hula hoop . . . thank Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-19926222116229155512012-01-12T13:58:00.002-05:002012-01-12T13:58:24.713-05:00
Thursday 13
I seem to watch a lot of television. I really didn't think I did, but the following list certainly proves me wrong. I honestly thought that I was going to have a tough time coming up with 13 television shows that I watch. Boy, was I wrong! And the scary part is, there are shows that I watch that are not on this list . . . but I don't watch them "regularly".
Maybe I should tryKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-4879680512407511972012-01-11T19:53:00.000-05:002012-01-17T17:08:08.984-05:00So . . . today I decided to get off my ass and start exercising. I recorded what time I woke up, my weight, what I ate, what time I ate, what exercises I did, and what time I'll be going to sleep (which, incidentally, won't be long after I finish posting this).
I think it's going to help me to actually see what I'm doing/eating in writing. I'm going to stick to no more than 3 meals & 3 small Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-68305529444226323132012-01-11T09:01:00.000-05:002012-03-01T15:18:25.431-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
I want a Dyson.
Why do they have to cost so much money?
Every Dyson owner I've ever spoken to has told me that they are SO worth the money.
And that may be, but I still think that $400-$600 is a bit steep for a vacuum.
Still, I want one. What with the kids and the cats, I should be vacuuming a lot more often than I do, but it's so discouraging! I mean, I'll vacuum, Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-89977240379333138722012-01-10T22:06:00.003-05:002012-03-01T15:21:30.086-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:Thankful, which is what I am today.
I'm thankful for my husband, who unfailingly puts up with all my crap: my debilitating migraines (which tend to confine me to my comfy bed, in my dark, cave-like bedroom, for entire days at a time), my manic-like mood swings, my less-than-easy-to-deal-with family, etc., etc., etc..
I'm thankful for my kids, who unfailingly putKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-34838778497355295662012-01-10T00:29:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:48:26.413-05:00I want an apron.
Actually, I want a few of them.
I was putting some laundry away earlier, and I found so many stains on my t-shirts, that if I didn't know better, I'd say they hadn't even been through the washer. Grease stains, mostly, but there were others, too: spaghetti sauce, coffee, chocolate, salsa, ketchup, barbecue sauce . . . just to name a few.
I am such a slob!
So I was online Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-73896769445976377032012-01-09T00:05:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:47:43.064-05:00I want to revisit my Traditional Christmas Eve dinner, and let everyone know how it worked out, what we liked, what we didn't like, etc., etc., and so forth.
Here's what I had planned, and The Verdicts:
Mushroom Soup.
The Verdict? YUM!! Of course, my mushroom soup - if you go take a peek at the recipe - was more like a Beef Stew, only without the beef. And I made WAY too much. My Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-87269242464521869172012-01-08T19:55:00.000-05:002012-01-09T02:21:55.873-05:00
Happy Tomorrow-Is Monday!
I'm making up my menu plan a little earlier this week, because my husband is going to the store for me tonight.
He rocks.
This week, I think I'm going to start working on my plan to involve my kids more in the menu-planning process.
Right after I get the Christmas decorations down. It never happened today because I've been struggling with a wicked headache on andKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-17601906481524456532012-01-08T15:15:00.000-05:002012-01-10T04:01:57.523-05:00
Happy Sunday!
I've been looking for a way to blog on the weekend without having it take up too much time. (I like to try to get my real writing in on the weekend, when I'm less likely to be distracted by kids and school and other responsibilities.) Memes are perfect for that, in my opinion.
Not to mention that they seriously help me when it comes to writer's block.
So today, I Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-29109162460100091622012-01-07T08:27:00.000-05:002012-01-08T04:30:03.761-05:00
"С Рождеством Христовым!"
Though, this picture doesn't actually say, "Merry Christmas."
It says, "С Новым Годом!"
Which is, "Happy New Year!"
Still . . .
It's all good.
"С Рождеством Христовым! Желаю Вам и Вашей семье много благословений, сегодня и во всем Нового Года! Многая лета!"
"Merry Christmas! I wish you and your family many blessings today and throughout the New Year! Many Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-52663406453490325462012-01-07T05:16:00.000-05:002012-01-10T04:04:12.468-05:00Damn, damn.
Damn. Damn. Damn!
I can't sleep. Being on the computer, or turning on the television, will usually disturb my husband's sleep ---
Though in all honesty, I have no idea HOW, considering he snores like a freight train! I'll never understand how he can sleep through something as LOUD as his snoring, yet the sound of me typing on my laptop will wake him. I get that the TV may wakeKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-58124232561701279972012-01-06T14:05:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:44:46.637-05:00
Happy Friday!
1. Discussions are abound regarding what my husband and I should eat tonight (Pizza Night!) that is "diet friendly". (To hell with it . . . the kids and my dad can do Pizza Night! I'm taking my husband out for steak -- but no carbs!)
2. Just for tonight, one night . . . love you. And tomorrow say goodbye. (Name that tune!)
3. I think it's time that I start thinking Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-73320249043167082902012-01-05T20:27:00.002-05:002012-01-28T03:44:05.582-05:00My 13-yo made dinner tonight!
(I helped . . . but only a little!)
It was wonderful. She didn't even really bitch all that much about doing it, either!
Must be coming up on a full moon or something.
After dinner, I went upstairs to take a nice relaxing bath, followed by a quick refreshing shower.
I always do both. I just cannot wash my hair in the same water that I've just been bathing in (Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-80382100712550301712012-01-05T05:30:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:42:15.699-05:00
Thursday 13
I just woke up.
I had a dream that I was pregnant. I keep having dreams in which I'm preggers, falling, or in which my teeth are falling out.
What does all that mean, I wonder?
Anywho . . . here's this week's Thursday 13!
13 Things About Me
I have a bionic nose. Seriously. Smells just get to me, whether it be in a good way or a bad, and I can sniff shit out (and I don't Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-85679255966217265682012-01-04T22:08:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:39:18.989-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
I want to apologize for ranting and raving yesterday all about my brother.
You see, I've come to a conclusion regarding all the bullshit going on. An epiphany, if you will.
I can't take any more of it!
I can't keep being hurt every time my brother and/or his wife do something to make my mom feel like shit.
I can't keep being hurt by the fact that my Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-12309970735940747602012-01-03T04:54:00.003-05:002012-01-28T03:37:54.570-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Terrible. Truly, truly terrible. As in, the way my brother has been treating my mom.
"A" is for:
Angry. As in, what I am.
"C" is for:
Cursing. As in, what I'm doing to my brother's name right now.
What's that you say? You'd like to know what the fuck is going on, and why I'm irate? Well, then . . .
"O" is for:
OK! Here! Let me tell you all about it!
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-11211933340251507392012-01-02T14:01:00.000-05:002012-01-09T02:24:01.418-05:00My husband is totally awesome.
He went and dropped our 5-yo off at school this afternoon, and then he took a little drive down into the city. He found an appliance repair parts store online, and he paid them a visit, and he found the ignition doohickey we needed for our oven for about $30 less than what I'd found online. He bought it, he came home, and about an hour later, I once again had a Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-90623886453332466952012-01-02T05:22:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:32:40.670-05:00
Happy New Year Monday!
It's a new year! A new start! A brand-spanking, sparkly new 52 weeks with which to make this year better and brighter than last year.
Good Lord, I hope I don't fuck it up.
So this week's menu plan will be slow cooker, stove top, and microwave only. (See here if you're curious as to why.)
As soon as I get the kids off to school, I'll be calling to order the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-75198175289430747992012-01-01T00:00:00.000-05:002012-01-01T00:00:02.539-05:00Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-1229605094126764102011-12-31T22:07:00.000-05:002012-01-01T13:08:54.708-05:00
Happy New Year's Eve!
So I had this great roast all ready to go into the oven, as well as some coconut shrimp, but guess what?
Yep, that's right.
My oven shit the kitten.
The ignition doohickey is kaput.
I was all ready to roast my beast, too. I set the oven temperature to 375° F, to preheat, and I walked away for a moment to clean up my mess in the living room.
See,Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-16106193104640237642011-12-30T21:43:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:31:37.118-05:00
Happy Friday!
1. Wait, wait! Wait just a goddam minute, now! Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, already?!? Holy shit!
2. I love my Harry Potter books. However . . . the movies? My opinion on those, my friends, is a little different.
3. In addition, I can't stand the majority of movies that are based on books.
4. The loud and chaotic way is the way we do it here!
5. At the end of the yearKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-13101473270652328912011-12-29T23:21:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:30:49.583-05:00
Thursday 13
My children finally came home today! None of them wanted to come home yesterday, so they stayed over another night with my ex (my 13- & 12-yo's dad), God love him. So Hubby and I had 48 kid-free hours for our 7th Wedding Anniversary! It was positively decadent!
However, I did miss the little brats like crazy, and I'm really happy that they're home now.
13 New Year's Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-27261059919036007722011-12-28T20:16:00.000-05:002011-12-30T22:58:48.016-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
On its way to Locks of Love.
Before.
After.
This is sort of an 'after-the-fact' I Want . . . Wednesday. I've been wanting a haircut. So I went to get one yesterday, early afternoon, before Hubby and I celebrated our anniversary (which, incidentally, was absolutely wonderful!).
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-83869252219865131272011-12-27T10:08:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:29:12.916-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Together. My husband and I have been together for a long time . . . sometimes it seems like we've been together forever (and I truly do mean that in a good way!). However, we've only been actually married for 7 years. Which brings me to the reason I'm mentioning all this: Today is our . . .
"A" is for:
Anniversary!
Happy Anniversary, Baby!
"C" is for:
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-24854834795156685452011-12-26T08:39:00.000-05:002011-12-31T22:10:35.641-05:00
Happy It's-the-Day-After-Christmas Monday!
Well, it's all over! I made it! We made it! Everything got done, Christmas came, and Christmas went. Hallelujah!
To tell the truth, I'm not even posting a menu plan this week, even though I'm sorta making one.
You'll see what I mean in a minute.
This Week's Menu
Monday: Christmas Day Leftovers!
Tuesday: Out To Eat Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-26924752773264043952011-12-25T05:21:00.000-05:002011-12-30T21:02:39.915-05:00
Merry Christmas!
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-4063652070646265842011-12-24T10:43:00.000-05:002011-12-30T20:49:51.281-05:00
Merry Christmas Eve!
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-61380596672221347132011-12-23T09:12:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:25:04.085-05:00
Happy Friday!
1. Said the night wind to the little lamb, do you see what I see?
2. The first Noel, the angel did say, was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay; in fields where they lay keeping their sheep, on a cold winter's night that was so deep.
3. Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh; o'er the fields we go, laughing all the way!
4Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-41395828680763690932011-12-22T11:19:00.000-05:002011-12-23T11:21:34.955-05:00
Thursday 13
I had another one of those insomniac nights not too long ago, and I spent the majority of it flipping though the television channels, wondering why we pay so much for satellite television when there's never anything decent on when I really want there to be.
I ended up finally catching up on all of my "Dexter" episodes that had been DVR'd, but before that, I caught some pretty Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-81111274619267192252011-12-22T08:04:00.001-05:002012-01-03T20:19:40.208-05:00Another Christmas treat recipe that I'm hoping to prepare today is this really, really delectable-looking Salted Caramel & Chocolate Pretzel Bark. I found this recipe through Pinterest.
Have you been over there to see Pinterest yet? Seriously, it's as addicting as crack, but it's such a treasure trove of goodies, from recipes to craft projects to funnies . . . I love it. Go check it out!
NowKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-77986245352765727332011-12-22T05:22:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:23:32.550-05:00I took a bath last night with my 5-yo. She loves doing this. In her mind, there's nothing quite as amusing as helping Mommy get clean, just like Mommy helps her get clean.
Though, to be honest, last night my dear daughter was confused.
See, I gave up shampoo about two weeks ago. This is something that the 5-yo just cannot seem to wrap her head around, because she still gets her hair (and theKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-62396270478845378662011-12-21T23:01:00.000-05:002011-12-22T00:02:17.429-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
I want a new couch. My couch is dead. Dead, dead, deadsky . . . afterlife couch.
I like this couch.
I can't afford this couch, but I really like it, and I would really, really like to have it, too.
I like this one, too.
I would love to have both of them, but since I cannot afford one, I certainly cannot afford both. Not to mention that I don't really think Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-3049796025128420582011-12-20T21:24:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:22:13.421-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Twins. I'm a fanfiction junkie. Actually, to be more accurate, I'm a reading junkie. I love to read. I always have. And I'm a fast reader, too. I discovered fanfiction a long, long time ago . . . okay, well, not that long ago. Maybe about 10 years, or so? Maybe 12? Okay, so yeah, that is quite a long time ago, I suppose. So anyway, I discovered fanfiction aKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-60987943702672053542011-12-19T10:32:00.001-05:002011-12-20T19:37:53.373-05:00
I make WAY too much food on Christmas Day. Yet, somehow, all the food that I make never seems to result in very many leftovers.
Which sucks, in my opinion.
I LOVE leftovers. Leftovers mean I don't have to cook. Leftovers mean I don't have to meal plan. Leftovers mean I can relax.
Yes, I really love leftovers.
Anyway, the menu for Christmas Day goes something like this:
Baked CinnamonKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-74904817630559460962011-12-19T06:14:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:18:41.326-05:00Okay. So, after I decided to do a traditional Russian Orthodox Christmas Eve meal, I realized that I had very little idea what a traditional Russian Orthodox Christmas Eve meal consisted of!
I remember when I was little, we mostly spent Christmas Eve at my great-grandmother's home. Now, this would me my Dad's grandmother. I'm Russian Orthodox on my Mom's side of the family; my Dad's side of Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-67886301577024565382011-12-19T02:54:00.000-05:002012-01-03T20:18:30.535-05:00
Happy It'll-All-Be-Over-In-One-Week Monday!
THANK YOU, GOD!! It's almost over. Only 7 more days, and I can finally stop whining about not being able to find my Christmas Spirit. I can do this.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming . . .
I've got a game plan in mind for this week. I'll let you know how it's coming along day by day. My husband and I are going to Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-49584098418643613082011-12-18T16:50:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:16:39.621-05:00My husband and I, along with our kids, don't do anything special for Christmas Eve. We used to go to my Dad's mom's house, but that hasn't happened in quite some time. Sometimes my Dad still goes. Sometimes he pretends he's sick so he can skip it.
Some day, I'm sure I'll tell you all about my Dad's side of my dysfunctional family. But not today.
On Christmas Eve, we usually do some last Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-58472437858927247652011-12-16T19:58:00.002-05:002011-12-22T10:50:28.020-05:00
Happy Friday!
Well, this is it. The countdown is down to single digits. I have never, ever, ever in my life been this behind on Christmas decorating, baking, and preparation. It's frightening. I feel frozen, just watching the train wreck about to happen, morbidly curious regarding its outcome. It's like in "The Grinch" . . . will Christmas still come if I don't do a lick of decorating, Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-72716788498539747972011-12-15T20:35:00.005-05:002011-12-22T13:42:19.906-05:00
Thursday 13
T-minus 10 days and counting! And I'm still not even close to ready.
Ugh.
I'm getting a cold, too. I've had the sniffles all day, yet I can't breathe through my right nostril. Don't ya just hate when that happens? So I took some Sudafed 12-Hour, Non-Drowsy formula, and the shitty stuff didn't even last for two hours. It also lied about the non-drowsy thing, too, because everKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-28725012505766437722011-12-14T21:18:00.000-05:002011-12-15T11:28:30.345-05:00I Want . . . Wednesday!
This week, what I want most of all is an assistant. I need someone to help me clean my house. I need someone to help me do all my Christmas decorating. I need someone to help me do all my Christmas baking. And I need someone to help me make my Christmas presents.
That is all. Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-82428100445793656092011-12-14T10:16:00.001-05:002012-01-28T03:13:28.644-05:00So I couldn't sleep last night.
Well, I could have. I was -- and still am -- exhausted. But there was an ass-load of laundry to do, and I was really behind schedule on "Dexter", so I pulled an all-nighter.
I just love Dexter. How I've missed him! I just haven't been able to find the time to watch him!
Anyway, the whole all-nighter thing is okay. I'll be fine. I had enough laundry and "Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-88124177546900917042011-12-13T22:59:00.000-05:002012-01-28T03:12:18.915-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Therapy. I think I need some. I've pretty much gotten to the point where I'm not crying myself to sleep every night over my nonexistent relationship with my brother. I haven't been allowed to see my nephew, but I think I may have come to terms with that fact, and the fact that I'll probably never really be allowed to have any kind of relationship with him. It Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-37191797448874153972011-12-12T12:02:00.001-05:002012-01-28T03:11:16.902-05:00So.
Did you ever have one of those moments when you just want to smack yourself upside the head to see if you can jump start your brain into actually working?
I had one of those moments yesterday.
I've been feeling like crap lately. Crappier than usual. Then, last night as I got out my pills, I realized why I've been feeling crappier than usual.
I had been taking birth control pills for a Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-24123035950844117302011-12-12T04:56:00.000-05:002012-01-03T20:17:54.273-05:00
Happy Holy-Cow-It's-Really-Effing-Early Monday!
I
finally figured out why I've been so screwed up this past week! And
let me tell you, it was a real "DUH?" moment for me. I literally
smacked myself in the forehead when the light bulb went on in that
cluttered, sidetracked, and often addled brain of mine. I'll get into
it later, and tell you all about it! But first, I want Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-66941708122999882832011-12-10T18:58:00.001-05:002012-01-28T03:08:46.382-05:00New layout! New gadgets!
This is me, learning how to play with the new Blogger interface!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-11625115966181274322011-12-09T23:32:00.002-05:002011-12-22T10:44:59.650-05:00
I got crafty today!
I didn't do much, but I did more today than I've done all week, so I'd call that progress.
I did some Bird's Nest necklaces earlier. I didn't preserve the creative step-by-step in pictures -- other than to snap a pic of the finished product much later -- because it was a lot harder that I thought it was going to be.
And I forgot.
But anyway . . . maybe it's me, or Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-20285737784052019202011-12-09T13:50:00.004-05:002012-01-03T20:17:40.791-05:00
I know I said that nearly every damned night, my 5-yo crawls into bed with my husband and me. And she does. And it sucks. She's a crazy sleeper . . . all over the damn place. She makes it feel like the three of us are trying to share a twin-sized bed rather than a king-sized bed.
Seriously. I shit you not.
But last night, she stayed in her own room. I tucked her in after 8:00 PM, kissedKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-19078659715178299622011-12-09T12:24:00.001-05:002012-01-28T03:06:39.460-05:00
Happy Friday!
Well, no. Not really. In fact, this entire week has sucked donkey dong. Seriously. I've been tired, headachey, lethargic, uninspired, and just plain poopy. We're supposed to be going for our Christmas tree tomorrow morning, and I don't even have a place to put the damned thing.
Bah . . . fucking humbug.
1. As I neared the summit, I said to myself, "Next time, I'm Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-51867947228471808042011-12-08T17:26:00.001-05:002012-01-28T03:06:01.093-05:00
Thursday 13
There are only 17 days left until Christmas. There's SO MUCH I should be doing, but I didn't do a damn thing today. I've got another headache, which is really just fucking ridiculous. I mean, what the hell? Do I have to start preemptively taking Excederin or Tylenol or Motrin just to be able to guarantee a functional, productive day? I'm so damned sick of these headaches all Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-64560578278494156972011-12-07T11:36:00.010-05:002011-12-10T18:54:09.482-05:00
Love!! Love, love, love, love, love, love!!
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-13006745742313091132011-12-07T10:15:00.006-05:002011-12-15T12:04:16.851-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
I want this mudroom. I really, really, really want it. I want it bad. It's just so damn pretty!! And functional!! And pretty!! And organized!! And pretty!! Did I mention pretty? Because it is!!
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Dear Santa,
Please bring me Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-87926317874461305242011-12-06T16:44:00.019-05:002011-12-22T10:40:34.715-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Tardy! Yep, once again, I'm late for:
I had a headache yesterday.
Again.
So I didn't touch my computer.
Again.
And my 12-yo's Christmas Concert was yesterday, so I had to make that headache either go away or lessen in intensity enough for me to deal with 130-some 6th grade musicians by 7:30 PM.
It wasn't easy.
Plus, listening to said 130-some 6th grade Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-53826524618296025242011-12-03T07:15:00.000-05:002011-12-22T10:39:59.167-05:00
It's so early! And I'm awake! And it's Saturday! And I'm awake! And it's before 7:00 AM! So early! And I'm awake! ARGH!!
Ugh. This is what happens when your husband gets up early to go hunting for Bambi on a Saturday.
Since I couldn't fall back asleep, I decided to go trolling online for some ideas on D.I.Y. Barbie house furniture. Couldn't find much, though. Found a great idea on Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-42225740522853501572011-12-02T22:08:00.002-05:002011-12-22T10:39:03.239-05:00
Happy First Friday of December!
1. One of my favorite things about December is that it goes by so very, very fast.
2. Tomorrow, the kids and I are going to make Cinnamon Dough ornament(s)!
3. This is what I'm hoping for today/tonight: that my dear husband gets a good night's sleep tonight, so that he may be awake, alert, and aware when he goes hunting tomorrow.
4. Come on . . . feel theKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-40865567167831444752011-12-01T11:20:00.002-05:002012-01-28T03:03:12.294-05:00
Thursday 13
Happy December 1st! The countdown 'til Christmas has officially commenced! (God help me.)
13 Things I Need To Do Before Christmas
(In No Particular Order)
Bake.
I'm doing baked goods as part of my presents this year. I've decided to do 5 treats: chocolate chip cookies, salted chocolate caramel pretzel bark, homemade Girl Scout Samoas, chocolate pretzel rounds with M&Ms and Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-55803716649381753392011-11-30T09:51:00.002-05:002011-12-15T12:00:44.425-05:00I Want . . . Wednesday!
Today, I want something that, unfortunately, I have to depend on myself to get.
See, after being in bed for practically 3 days straight with the migraine directly from hell, I woke up Tuesday morning - before my alarm even went off - feeling absolutely fantastic. I had a really productive day, too. Then I went to bed at a decent hour, and I woke up this morning justKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-41610583794157905062011-11-29T12:08:00.004-05:002012-01-28T03:02:23.688-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Touched. As in, 'Touched in the head.' As in, 'Completely and utterly bat-shit fucking crazy.'
Don't mind me. I got into a fight with my mom, sort of, and I'm venting. Fighting with my mom makes me nuts . . . crazy . . . touched.
Get it?
"A" is for:
Albatross.
"Ah! Well a-day! What evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-58704780475908646732011-11-28T06:55:00.004-05:002012-01-28T02:58:56.005-05:00
Happy Cyber Monday!
I do not do the whole Black Friday shopping thing. I did it once . . . and once was enough for multiple lifetimes for me, I shit you not. I hated it. But Cyber Monday? Hell, now that's a shopping holiday I can get behind! Lord knows I do 90% of all my shopping online, anyway!
Oh, well. Believe it or not, I'm still all "dinner-ed" out from eating all the food I ateKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-67819174885371603292011-11-25T22:11:00.000-05:002011-12-22T10:34:35.380-05:00
Happy Still-Stuffed Friday! (a.k.a Black Friday!)
Alas, this week's Friday Fill-Ins seems to have been abducted by aliens. Or maybe it fell victim to hordes of Black Friday shoppers. In any event, it is not here.
So, instead, enjoy this little ditty from my new favorite singing sensations, Straight No Chaser!
Go to Friday Fill-Ins and play along! I'd love to read your answers!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-90670913121499346352011-11-25T01:02:00.005-05:002012-01-28T02:56:53.373-05:00
Thursday 13
Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . I know it's not technically Thursday anymore. But in my mind, it's Thursday because I haven't gone to bed yet. It cannot be Friday until I wake up after having gone to bed on Thursday.
Savvy?
13 Memories from Thanksgiving 2011
The Candy Name Game.
Every year, my sister-in-law A brings a game or a craft of some sort to entertain the grandchildren. Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-74269893366103012992011-11-23T05:52:00.000-05:002012-01-28T02:48:39.582-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
All I really want on this incredibly windy, somewhat rainy, and entirely too dreary Wednesday is to enjoy my baby's Kindergarten play (she's SO excited!), and for the rain to stop so that we can have a great time tonight at the 61st Annual UNICO Football Classic.
The UNICO game is an All-Star game for the local high schools. They divide the schools into East andKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-671109255975780562011-11-22T21:07:00.000-05:002011-12-22T10:30:17.207-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
Two more days 'til Turkey! Yay!
Without any ado at all, whatsoever, here is this week's "TACO" Tuesday!
"T" is for:
Tired. Today, I'm so tired that it's absolutely ridiculous. I went to bed early last night, too. I took some Tylenol PM, fell asleep by 11:00 PM, and I slept like a log for 11 hours. Eleven fucking hours! Yet, here I am, still tired. Exhausted. Beat.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-88393061674825065002011-11-22T15:10:00.001-05:002011-12-10T18:47:02.600-05:00
http://g.co/doodle/ab23hc
So dang cute!!! Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-46184274572507171742011-11-21T18:17:00.004-05:002011-12-19T01:25:34.175-05:00
Happy Crampy Monday!
All weekend, I've been cursing the fact that I'm a woman. I hate "that time of month" and all weekend, I wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball in my room with a few pints of Ben & Jerry's, a bag or two of Snyder's Buttermilk Ranch pretzel pieces, some bite-sized Milky Way bars, and a 2 liter bottle of Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi, and watch all the episodes of "Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-46490029233261255652011-11-18T23:14:00.003-05:002011-12-22T10:28:51.280-05:00
Happy It's-the-Last-Friday-Before-the-Christmas-Season Friday!
That's right, folks! This is the last sane Friday we'll see for, at least, the next 6 weeks! Yay! I love Christmas . . . except that I really don't. Seriously. I don't. At all. In the least.
Okay, I suppose I like the cooking that I do for Christmas dinner. Seriously. I do. Really. I roast turkey and ham. I cook Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-50444298541948570082011-11-17T22:42:00.002-05:002011-12-22T10:27:32.550-05:00
Thursday 13
Next week is Thanksgiving. I cannot wait! This is going to be the easiest Thursday 13 I've done yet.
13 Reasons Why I Love Thanksgiving
I love hanging out at my in-law's place.
I love hanging out with my in-laws.
I love seeing my nieces and nephews.
I love eating.
I love turkey.
I love stuffing.
I love - LOVE - my father-in-law's gravy. (Seriously. That shit is gold!)
I Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-50653933180017547052011-11-16T21:09:00.001-05:002011-12-22T10:27:16.985-05:00
I Want . . . Wednesday!
It was a great night tonight. I made this awesome, amazing, outstanding, delicious and easy pasta dish for dinner that was a total hit with everyone, thereby making me feel like a complete superhero.
I absolutely love when that happens.
It doesn't happen often.
So, it was a great night tonight.
Where does this little tale fit in with the whole I Want Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-70721432209090502002011-11-15T22:07:00.000-05:002012-01-28T02:43:31.541-05:00
"TACO" Tuesday!
Here it is, a week since I've started my kitchen organization project, and I'm still working on it. Usually, when I start a project, I work myself to exhaustion in order to get it done ASAP. Not so, this time, and I'm finding that I'm okay with my pace. I do a little bit every night, and slowly but surely I'm making progress. I'm waiting until my kitchen is a bit more done,Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-34062029282089687612011-11-14T00:03:00.008-05:002012-01-28T02:41:45.402-05:00
Happy Crappy Monday!
So this week, I'm going to choose a whole lotta recipes from Pioneer Woman, because she makes me giggle, her recipes make my mouth water, her lodge kitchen makes me green with envy, her photography inspired me to get my Nikon camera (which I still don't completely understand how to use), she makes me giggle, and last but not least, I absolutely covet her hair.
ThisKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-33380267604562656722011-11-13T20:35:00.002-05:002012-01-28T02:40:22.946-05:00
Happy It's Not Really Friday!
1. Turkey is awesome! I love it brined and roasted, I love it deep fried, I love it reheated, I love it cold, I love it in soup, I love it in pot pie, and I love it in tetrazzini!
2. My favorite holiday dessert is Pioneer Woman's French Silk Pie . . . it is, by far, the absolute best chocolate pie.
3. On and on and on we go and where we stop, no one knows.
4Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-3820795707029360462011-11-13T19:52:00.023-05:002012-01-28T02:38:51.818-05:00
Thursday 13 ( . . . almost, but not quite)
Well, last week we had my list of fucked up movies. This week, we'll take a gander at a list of my favorite movies.
13 Movies that I Absolutely Love
West Side Story
An Officer and a Gentleman
A Few Good Men
1776
A Nightmare Before Christmas
Terms of Endearment
The Godfather
The Godfather: Part 2
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Braveheart
Pulp Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438356709114947916.post-57844022318877941802011-11-13T17:15:00.032-05:002012-01-28T02:37:37.807-05:00
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To Whom it May Concern,
Please excuse me for being absent Thursday (11/10),
Friday (11/11), and Saturday (11/12).
I was not feeling wellKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05235688815855167839noreply@blogger.com0