Archive for December, 2008

Weebles Wobble

Whew! The trip all over the country in about 36-hours of BooMama’s Tour of Homes has made me tired! I’ve enjoyed peeking into everyone’s homes. Ya’ll are some decorating women for sure! Lots of beautiful homes and ideas! I enjoyed everything. 

One of my favorite things to see was everyone’s nativity scenes. I’m particularly intrigued because until Sunday afternoon I didn’t even own the first piece of a nativity set. True. Now how did that happen? All I can say is I can be a little picky about nativity scenes….or it’s more like I have champagne taste on a beer budget. I don’t even like beer, but here I am digressing… AGAIN!

So, anyway. Sunday SB and I went down to help his mother host a luncheon for her Sunday School class. It was a very nice lunch and I learned that my husband DOES know how to wash and dry dishes. Who knew? I mean, nothing like getting things done for “mama”, right? Never mind that my dishwasher is on its last cycles of splishing and a-splashing our dishes and I’m resorting to washing most things by hand these days at our house. But who am I to complain? I’m just happy the pipes aren’t gurgling tonight, which means the Roto Rooter dude (aka, SB with a piece of equipment that has a rolled up wire coil slushing around in the area of the septic tank) will have a big job as soon as it stops raining.

So anyway, after everyone left on Sunday, my mother-in-love invited me down to the basement for some bargain shopping, which means I totally get to go down and find some really great treasures FOR FREE! I ended up with about 3 boxes of ornaments, an antique drying rack, a 1930’s Christmas light set in this cute little box (SCORE!), a bag of pecans from the freezer, and a few other odds and ends. It’s enough to make a bargain shopper swoon with sheer delight at some of the things I brought home.  But my prized possession is the beginning of a nativity set that is the Fontanini brand. I’m really excited and in full hopes of adding to it. 

I was almost as excited about my “new” nativity set as I was to see the one in someone’s house that was kinda like the Fisher Price people but reminded me of one of my favorite toys as a child – the Weebles.

Everyone, sing along with me, “Weebles wobble but they won’t fall down!”


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Edited Note: Um… I just realized I forgot to actually LINK this to BooMama’s site yesterday! So I’ll wait to add another blog for another day – just in case I get some people popping over!! Honestly. I wonder about myself at times!

It’s my first time to be on the BooMama’s Tour of Homes. And I’m kinda excited. I took all my pictures last night. But waited until this morning to post. Why? Because well, I just did. But it looks like I”ll be something posting #300-something and I like high numbers!!!  So here goes: Welcome to our 5-Acre Woods -inside the home, of course, because nothing screams lack of Christmas cheer like a bunch of leaves that haven’t been blown yet!  I’ll spare you the details.  It’s quite embarrassing. Enjoy my little rendition of the tour.  I’m posting a favorite recipe of December Cider later – so maybe you’ll come back for a visit!

‘Twas the nights before Christmas and I worked through rains and fogs

to make our home look like the Season and didn’t even disturb the dogs.


The greenery how cheery, the deer at peace….


But the manger scene is missing the Holy Family – good grief!


But what to my wondering eyes should appear?

A Christmas rabbit rug – Oh, please watch your step, dear!


Your eyes how they’ll twinkle, your lips how it will smile

when you notice our collection of Byers’ Choice Carolers – they’ll welcome you for awhile.


Fall into our pillows with a cup of hot tea,


You might even watch a Christmas movie with glee.


Over our bed we wouldn’t know what to do…

without our sign to protect us, “Angels Watching Over You.”


But the best part of this Christmas tour of my home

is the tree full of ornaments, ribbons and lights that are shown.


Merry Christmas, from our home to yours.


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“Rudolph got ran over by a Grandma…hanging out in our yard the other night…”

I’m so blessed to be married to SB. He’s a wonderful decorator of the backyard, of sorts. We have a couple of deer stands hanging in some of our trees – for target practice only, mind you.  You see, he likes to bowhunt – ANYTHING – so we have nothing short of a Cabela’s catalog hanging around our house and in our backyard. If you ever need to see a bow target such as a deer or turkey, up close and personal, feel free to come on over.

For a couple of years now, we’ve had this lifelike deer target standing among a few of our trees. And he’s had his fair share of arrows thrown his way.  And you know, he’s weathered a lot of thunderstorms and squirrels running to and fro around him. In fact, about 3 days ago, I walked right by him in his upright self while I was chasing walking Sadie in the backyard, and thought, “I can’t believe this thing is still in this great of condition.”

The next morning, as I looked out at all the rain coming down, I noticed the deer wasn’t there – or at least I didn’t see him.  Then I looked harder and realized, the deer target was in a pile. On the ground. In several pieces.  And I thought, “Oh my. What in the world happened?”

Here’s what I saw:


I’m hoping Rudolph doesn’t get cold feet about visiting our home this year. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure the rest of the reindeer would have his back if he was unfortunately met with the bully deer that wreaked havoc in our yard the other night.

Fa la la la la!!!

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Just so you’ll know, I didn’t make these rules up. A dear friend (*cough, Teresa, cough*) sent these to me and I have NO idea who was funny enough to write them. So if you are reading this and you actually came up with these hilarious Christmas rules, please let me know so I can give credit where credit is due.  Until then, enjoy these rules! I plan on not breaking any… in fact #2 has already been obeyed!  And I do have an issue with a part of #8 because well, any pie that is called Mincemeat pie isn’t considered a pie or a type of dessert in my book.  Just my sweet tooth opinion.

Enjoy, everyone.


  1.   Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit.  In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately.   Go next door, where they’re serving peanut butter balls.

  2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly.   It’s rare..  You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it.  Have one for me. Have two.  It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas!

  3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That’s the whole point of gravy.  Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

  4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

  5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

  6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year’s.  You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you’ll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

  7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again.

  8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three.   When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

  9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

  10. One final tip: If you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven’t been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:

  “Life should NOT be a  journey to the grave with the  intention of arriving  safely in  an attractive and well preserved body, but  rather to skid in   sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly  used up, totally worn  out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”

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Um. Hello.

My blog has been a little lackluster lately (loving the alliterations, aren’t you?!) I’m trying, people, honestly, I am. But since, I haven’t hit the world o’advertisers filling up my inbox to ask me to help them promote their wares, you’ll have to settle for my sometimes mediocre attempt at writing…to you!

It feels like when I was a little girl and asked for a pen pal and we exchanged letters maybe twice…and then, we didn’t. I think because at that age, your mind just wanders from experience to experience and after all, there is something a LITTLE creepy about writing to someone you’ve never met or known before, right?

So… hello… how do you do? Glad to meet your acquaintance.  Now then, I have no excuses because we officially know each other.
So the most interesting thing I can tell you about is SB’s arrival home at 3am this morning. Yes, that would be 3 AM!! Bless him, he got a little homesick while on a hunting trip and decided to come on to the house – 5 hours before reporting to work this morning!!

Oh. Yes. And how could I forget? He’s sick and brought his croupy self into our room last night, turned on the bathroom lights, and began pilfering through all the drawers and cabinets looking for the Chloraseptic spray.  And then woke me up even more by asking if I knew where it was.  So after I drug myself by the pajama bottoms out from under my warm down comforter, I walked in, opened the cabinet where we keep those things (it’s kinda like what most people refer to as a medicine cabinet, don’t ya know!) and he said, “Oh.”

After telling me at least 32 times how much his throat was hurting, we decided he should sleep in the guest bed which meant I had to remove several stacks of paperwork and boxes on top of the guest bed because you know, I like to organize myself in there.  It’s a really good thing we don’t have a flurry of “guests” who frequent the use of that room, because I don’t know what my paperwork would do on a regular basis if I had to give up the use of the bed for someone actually sleeping on it.  Oh – yes… here I am… I’m digressing.

So, at 3 this morning, all the lights were on. My husband was hacking in the bathroom whilst attempting to swallow the minty-fresh taste of Chloraseptic spray and get some sympathy from me while I shuffled down the hall to clean up the guest bed, so his hunting-come-lately self wouldn’t contaminate me while he snored for the next 3 hours.

It’s amazing I was able to fall back asleep. Don’t worry – the Sadie alarm went off at exactly 6:22 a.m. letting me know she’d had enough of the laundry room!

So how have you all been? I’ve missed you all greatly. Write back when you can. And tell me fun stuff and I might even write back and say things like, “Oh, thank you BFF” and “Lylas” and “BF4-ever”!

P.S. I hope you’re not as bored as I am with this post.

P.S.S. Ya’ll come back now, ya here?!

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Last night I was standing in the kitchen preparing a yummy raspberry sauce to serve over the broiled duck I was cooking for SB and me.  The dogs were in the kitchen too – underfoot and hoping to get some morsel that might fall from the countertop.

As I was stirring the sauce, I heard this very loud and audible piece of glass break. I surmised that it had to be an ornament that had fallen from the tree.  It’s not unusual that we lose at least one ornament each year since we have terracota tile throughout most of our house.  If I had a dollar for every dish or glass or ornament we’ve dropped and broken on this floor, I wouldn’t have to worry about finding a job these days!

So I sauntered into the den, broom and dustpan in hand, to sweep up the lastest ornament fatality.  Alas, there was none. I crawled on my knees around the backside of the tree and there was nothing. Zilch. Nada.  “Hmmm,” I thought.  I made my way through the back of the house thinking something evidently had fallen from a shelf or from a chest, but I found nothing.  There are seemingly no windows broken and no new pieces of tile broken.  But I KNOW I heard breaking glass.

It puzzled me and still does this morning because there’s no evidence of glass anywhere in the house. And then it occurred to me.  This next part of the blog will require you to stay with me because I promise… I AM NOT CRAZY!!

Since we bought this house, I have determined that we have a ghost living here.  Until we bought this house eight years ago, I’d never had any encounters with ghosts and quite frankly thought people who spoke of them were a little of the dramatic, embellishing kind.  But I’ve experienced enough encounters in this house that would make a believer out of even the greatest of skeptics.  And they always happen when SB is not here.  Such was the case last night.

I’ve woken in the middle of the night to see dark auras standing next to our bed. I’ve witnessed those same time of movements outside my french doors. I’ve heard noises, people, more than just the regular “it’s just this worn out house” noises.  Things have been moved. Water has been turned on and left running.  It’s the stuff that you read about.  And I have to say, though these things have caused me to feel a little strange, I’ve never been scared.  And I hope that doesn’t change because I don’t like to be scared.  And I’ll have to inject here that SB thinks I’m crazy or that I’m making this stuff up because he hasn’t experienced it for himself.  But a woman knows, doesn’t she?!

But I’m left wondering things like:

Did I really hear that glass break?  I mean, I know I haven’t been fully in the Christmas mood lately, but really? A ghost of Christmas Present?

What is going on and who wants to remain in this house with us?

Is it really a ghost and what does he want?

And why are you choosing this time of year, Mr. Ghost of Christmas Present?

I’m all about closing chapters in one’s life, but shouldn’t that happen while living?  And I’ve already claimed there is no room for spirits – especially evil spirits – to dwell here in my home.  So this whole ordeal has gotten me to thinking about the spirits that try to finagle their way into our lives day in and day out.  They’re noisy, tempting, mysterious, elusive, and confusing.  But the fruits of the Spirit – the One true living Spirit – are love, joy, peace, patience, kindnes, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. (Galations 5:22)

These are the what I pray for to exist in my life and in my home. These are the things that are worthy of breaking glass over -testifying it to the world through celebration.

“And this is how we know he lives in us: We know it by the Spirit he gave us.” 1 John 3:24

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