Oh gobble, gobble, gobble

Fat turkey, fat turkey!
Oh gobble, gobble, gobble!
On Thanksgiving day!
How proudly you wobble
How loudly you gobble...

Wait! I've been thinking! I've been to two Thanksgiving programs in the past five days and frankly I think that song writers have been selling out.

Surely there are other words that rhyme with gobble then only wobble.

I mean c'mon.

Let's see. There is... ummmmm... cobble. Yea, cobble. Cobble is a good Thanksgiving word.

And ummm.... there is the word bobble. That one will work, too.

Hobble?

So...

So...

Ummmmm....

OK....

I'm thinking of a new Thanksgiving song right now.

Ummmmm....

OK, honestly, I just don't think I can put Thanksgiving songwriters out of business by using my creative mind to creative new Thanksgiving songs for little kids to sing.

And in that spirit...

How proudly you wobble
How loudly you gobble!
Oh gobble, gobble, gobble
On Thanksgiving Day!!!!!!!!!!!

Sigh.

Sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees...

...and sometimes the trees just look darn cute standing up in their little M&M and peanut filled cups.

So...I had some wonderful help today making Thanksgiving favors! There was minimal swearing involved with the hot glue gun, mostly because of little three-year old ears being present!

There was a little M&M snacking, mostly from the same three-year old who kept saying "Gamma, this one is sticking out, I eat 'dis one?"

There was some great bonding time with our beautiful daughter visiting from Salem, Oregon!




And look, look, look...aren't they cute? I bet you want to come for Thanksgiving now, don't you?
I bet you see some M&M's that are sticking out and you want to eat them, too?

But don't.

Cuz if you eat too many of the M&M's the trees fall over.

And then not only would you have to ponder the appropriateness of my header but you would have to ponder this...

If a paper tree on a sucker stick falls over in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

Deep, deep question.

I hope I haven't made your brain hurt.

Sigh...

A tale of NO!!!!!

So...last night my husband and I were laying in bed and chatting a bit before we go to sleep like always.

And I started really, really looking at his skin.

And I very, very sweetly said to him "I think tomororw I am going to give you a facial."

After which followed a great and profound silence.

So I repeated myself. "Steve, tomorrow I think I am going to give you a facial."

The silence continued although I did get two very highly raised eyebrows (which could use a few random hairs plucked, by the way)

I found this very rude. And annoying. "What's your problem?" I said, much less sweetly.

To which he replied crankily, "No, you are not giving me a facial."

After which followed a great and profound silence.

He looked at me. I looked at him. I opened my mouth to speak...

"No" he said.

I opened my mouth to speak again...

"NO!" he said.

But being the epitomy of annoying persistence I decided that he still only meant maybe.

I started preparing my arguments and he looked deeply into my eyes and said...

"NO FACIAL. Not tomorrow. Not the next day. NO, NO, NO!"

I think he secretly wanted me to insist.

So what I'm thinking is I will wait until he is watching the football game or something and just bring out the facial stuff and he may not notice.

I'll have to wait on the plucking his eyebrows until he's sound asleep, though!

Hee hee! It's not like I'm trying to do this to him or anything. Sigh.

Somebody's gonna be cuddly and cozy for Thanksgiving! THE WINNER!

Well...I was going to take a picture of the little bowl and the slips of names but the camera battery is dead.

Someone, who shall remain nameless, left the camera on with the flash thing-y up when she downloaded a picture of a hard-hat keychain. It wasn't me I tell ya!

And just because I like to blather on I thought about doing that random select thing they use to pick winners but either I need more coffee or I am loosing brain cells a little too rapidly! So I did the papers slips in the bowl.

Oh, gosh, and how are you all today?

Ummm...

Yea, I'm stalling.

Cuz, I'm happy and I'm sad.

I'm sad because I really wish I could send a ZSQ to everyone that entered. I love how you all described the qualities you admire in a friend.

So I will have to do another ZSQ drawing in a few weeks. I have some extra left over from a show and I am willing to share.

So, did I ask you how you all are today?

OK, OK!

You don't have to glare at me.

The winners name starts with the letter "J"!

Followed closely by the letters "en"

So if you are Jen over at "Our Daily Life Times Four" please e-mail me super quick at: jennymatlock@cox.net If you do it fast enough I can mail this to you this morning which means you will have it on Tuesday! Woo hoo!

Jen said: "The quality that I admire most in a friend is honesty/truth. This to me is the core of all relationships. I have "friends" that did not have this quality, hence why friends is in quotes. My real friends have that quality."

Thanks for playing everyone!

And so you don't feel too sad my friend, Pat, over at Mille Fiori is giving away a gorgeous Christmas teapot. You can link to the giveaway here or there is a picture in my sidebar of her giveaway.

At first I thought about not telling you about it cuz I want it!!!! But then I realized that one of the true qualities I admire in a friend is sharing giveaway chances, too!

Congratulations Jen!

And everybody else keep checking back cuz I will have another ZippyStrippyQuilt giveaway in time for Christmas cuddling!

Wow, even after my revelation about the guys on Million Dollar listing...

...here you are again! Hooray! I thought we had parted ways forever.

And since we haven't I want to share what possibly could be one of the worlds most uplifting stories. Ever.

Not to bring up something extremely painful, but you might recall back in September when I lost my precious, precious miniature hardhat in a horrific accident at the Home Depot. If you don't remember (or we didn't know each other wayyyy back then) here's a link to that post you might want to read it over real quick like. I'll be happy to wait right here for you!

Are you back now? Do you need to get a kleenex? I know it is a truly emotional story.

But there is good news.

So dry your pretty little eyes.

My son got me a replacement.

Actually he got me ten replacements.

And although they are not exactly like the original hardhat they are pretty darned close. See? And now I am happy again because I realize that my son does in some small way like me. And respect me. And well, dare I say it, actually kinda/sorta loves me just a little bit.

So much so, in fact, that he had to run these little hardhats down through a promotional company who wanted to sell him 250 of them. He told me he actually thought about it but then the salesperson thankfully offered to send him some samples.

So I have my hard-hat back! And since it's kind of a squishy, foamy hardhat and not like the hard hardhat I had early (geez, that is quite a sentence, isn't it?) I think it might actually be a good thing.

Because I think if I drop my keys into the toilet at Home Depot again they might actually float.

Woo hoo.

I told you this was an uplifting story.

Now aren't you glad you read my blog today?

Sigh...

I'm sorry our relationship has to end like this...

...but I'm sure you will want it to once I tell you a deep, dark secret I am harboring.

Ready?

OK, here it is.

I only watch Million Dollar Listing on TV to make fun of it. Yes, I know it is an obscure show but still...what kind of a person am I to take such humor in three guys just trying to make a humble living selling modest family homes in places like Malibu Beach, California?

And although I feel a bit better for being honest with you I still am very ashamed of myself ... because .... Heaven help me.... I cannot stop watching it.

I feel better having told you and I hope you don't hate me now for this horrible character flaw.

Sigh.

I feel kind of bad...

Most of you document your trips with wonderful photography so we can all vicariously (and without getting squashed into the middle seat) enjoy your travels right along with you.

And here I went on a giant trip without even telling you about it.

We actually started our journey two days ago.

Although the trip seemed easy the destination was fairly shocking. Our destination was gorgeous in a severe, austere way. We both exchanged surprised glances as we shivered violently. Fortunately we had equipped ourselves in appropriate gear for our trip. This is me, but of course, I cropped my face out of this particular picture. Isn't it amazing how slimming this ski suit is? I know...you want one now, too. Our accomodations, again austere, did little good in keeping out the bone-chilling cold that seeped through every opening and crevice. But we huddled together like two freezing children on the arctic tundra and survived the night.

Oddly when my husband checked the thermostat he said it was SIXTY DEGREES!!!!

What, I stuttered through chattering teeth! No way. Read that thermostat again and put on your glasses this time.

Obviously it was below freezing.

Alas, it was, indeed, 60 freezing cold degrees.

In our house.

Yesterday night when we went to bed.

And even with a flannel nightgown, heavy socks AND my giant ZippyStrippyQuilt I was freezing my tutu off.

For real.

Listen, I know you might think us Arizona people are kind of sissies about the weather, but it just not true.

We can usually handle temps down to about 75 just fine. And then, well....it's a dry cold, you know?

So it feels like we're visiting the frozen tundra in the middle of an ice storm while lodging in an igloo.

OK, I lied.

We didn't go to the arctic.

We didn't get snowsuits.

We didn't stay in an igloo.

But, by golly, it sure felt like it the last two nights.

You'll have to excuse me now. I need to go find more quilts for the bed and more logs for the fire before the sun sets and the cold becomes really, really dangerous.

Sigh...

PS. Don't forget to enter my giveaway two posts down. The Zippy will help keep you cozy while you struggle with your arctic winter, too.