Puppy!

I just realized that I have not officially posted about the new addition to the household of adventures. His name is CHARLIE. Yes, Charlie as in, "Charlie bit me. Ouch, Charlie that huurrt!" (If you don't know what I am talking about you have been living under a rock, but go here!)

Here is the thing about puppies. You can't just go look at them and then go home, which was our plan all along back in October. "Lets just go look, husband!, said I.  We walked into the door at breaders and he ran up to us and practically jumped into our arms! It killed me. When we left, we drove one block away and I said to husband, "Wait! Stop! We can't lllleeeaaavvveee him!"

He shot us with these puppy eyes (I call them "zingers", because I am both clever and whitty) and we couldn't resist him. I get zinged with these on a daily basis and can barely say no. I am going to be so bad once we start having actual human babies.

So here is the real story for my bloggity blog today. Since our puppy was unplanned (hehe) and we had a trip home for Christmas planned since September we decided we need to bring him home with us. So, the weekend before I decided to do a load of laundry of Charlie related things in preparation for our travels home-towels, ugly Christmas sweaters (of course) AND a Charlie blanket.

The blanket was a last minute decision. A brilliant one at that. It was one of those throw blankets that I have had for years with no tag. A tag that probably would have said something like, "dry clean only" or "never put this in the washing machine." Instead, I ended up with a murderish looking scene in my washing machine. Oh, did I mention the blanket was maroon.

Besides for the blanket bits all over the place everything in the washing machine was died a nice shade of maroon. That was fun. Luckily, as mentioned before this load was all of Charlie's things, and not something of great value. But still. This WOULD happen to me. I didn't have any other solution to this mess except for a willing husband and a vaccum arm.

I would like to blame the whole ordeal on Charlie. Because it is totally his fault. But then he zings me with those eyes and does stuff like this, and nothing could ever be his fault.

Eeeek soo squishylilpuppyfreakinface!

Turkey Day

I know it is totally niave of me to think (perhaps even totally ridiculous!) that you have all been waiting and waiting for a new post from me. I am like the boy that hasn't called you back since......hmmm...haven't posted since September. It would appear that I am just not that into you.

But appearance are deceiving internet! I have been thinking about you alot! So today I said, "Dear Life, I don't care how you are busy with other things. I am going to write a blog on my lunch break whether you like it or not. Love, ME."

So, Thanksgiving.

My story begins about 2 weeks ago. When I realized, "Hey, I am cooking my very first Thanksgiving all by myself for like 6 whole people this year. I should probably get on buying a turkey." Translation: Husband, go pick out a turkey while I shop for other fun things because I am avoiding the fact that I HAVE TO COOK THANKSGIVING DINNER THIS YEAR. Result: 21lbs turkey, curtosey my husband's ability to shop with his eyes and stomach only. GIANT.

Fast forward to the Sunday before Thanksgiving. Oh hey, big giant turkey. I should probably start thawing you out now because you are ONLY 21lbs and I probably should have started a week ago.

Fast forward to Tuesday morning. Oh hey, big giant turkey. WHY ARE YOU DEFROSTED ALREADY? ISN'T THAT SUPPOSED TO TAKE FOREVER! Oh yea, and thanks for the turkey blood all over my fridge. Lucky for you I didn't have anything important on that shelf. I will get you back...just wait until THURSDAY.



So Thanksgiving finally roles around. I have been terrified all week mind you. Conjuring up plan B, C, and D because the turkey defrosted too early and therefore DINNER WAS RUINED.

But thanks it large part to Mrs. AMAZING MEYERS dinner went off without a hitch. Better than that....it was delightful, moist, carby dinner yummyness. And Mrs. AMAZING MEYERS did pretty much everything. Turkey - delicious thanks to her stuffing knowledge. Cannied yams - amazing thanks to her knowledge of ol' family recipes (BUTTER). Cranberry Sauce-unreal thanks to her knowledge of knowing how to make freakin cranberry sauce. From SCRATCH (that means our cranberry sauce did NOT look like the can it came out of! Cause it didn't come out of a can!). I am all kinds of jealous of her knowledge, but greatful I did not have to resort to plan B, C or D (Hello Boston Market? Is it too late to order a whole dinner 3pm on Thanksgiving day?).

                                                   

But! I did accomplish something myself!

It is called Turtle Pumpkin Pie. Aka cheaters pumpkin pie because there is no baking involved!

All you need:

Pre-made graham cracker crust

Vanilla instant jello pudding

Pre-made pumpkin puree

CARMAL SAUCE....nom nom nom

A little of this and a little of that (cause a gourmet chef NEVER gives away her secrets ...hehe)

and INSTANT PIE

So all in all : Thanksgiving just got OWNED. Housewife adventures style.