102 now 103

Yes I gained a pound. Stupid Turkey.

Ok, I can't fool you. I just logged in to blogger and it said 102 posts, so this makes 103! Wow that is a lot of nonsense writing. And so much more to come...

I have been lost in dust bunny land for awhile, cleaning, working, cleaning, crying along with more cleaning. I had one of my best EVER girlie friends in town from Colorado. BFF Lori and her roomy Sarah came to light up my routine. We spent much time with other BFF Tiff Twighlighting (twice!), shopping, and going out too late and reminding me that I am not as young as I once was... (Picture stolen from Kari) Lori, Sarah, Me and Preggers Tiff. It's crazy that I don't see my friends(near or far) for awhile, but we pick up where we left off being silly and knowing each other TOO well.
This year for thanksgiving, we ate once at Garth and Vickie's (Brents Dad and Stepmom,) once at my little brother and SIL's house (thank you kari, it was wonderful) and this year we volunteered to have Brents side of the family over for Thanksgiving on Sunday. That's the way to go, I tell ya. My house was cleaned, my husband man handled the turkey, all I did was open 6 or 7 cans for a casserole and olives, set the table (fancy paper plates), ate my weight in sweet potatoes, kept most the leftovers, and just put the dishes away while my MIL and GrandmotherIL hand washed all the dishes! Everyone helped clean up before they left, Hadley could be lost in her own room throwing her fits, it was rather nice! Everyone crowded into my formal dining room...OH! I mean office...This year I have been somewhat humbled, and I am thankful for my husbands stable job, our health we take advantage of, my sweet sassy baby who has learned "thank you" and repeats it in her squeaky little voice melting my heart, and all of my dysfunctional wonderful family, who would do anything for us. Life is good, please do not be fooled by my mood swings.
Every thing we need to know we learn from our children, such as: Keep your skin baby soft with daily facial masks of lunch. Chili, for that matter. Fountain of Youth right there...