Rae just bought one of these bottles…..it helps her survive the family drama. Not only did she just buy a bottle, but she bought the biggest bottle you can buy.
MMMMMM mind numbing.
Here is another recipe to get you through the family holiday time (yes, I am reccommending drinking with family time):
Kentucky Mulled Cider
1 Cup Maker’s Mark Whisky
4 Cup Apple Cider
1 Lemon – sliced thin
1/2 tsp. Allspice (ground)
2 small cinnamon sticks
Combine Maker’s Mark and cider. Add 1 thinly sliced lemon with rind, cloves, allspice and sticks of cinnamon. Heat to boiling and serve
courtesy: Maker’s Mark Kentucky Bourbon Whisky
Try it! Good stuff! Everything is better with a little booze in you!
Hubby and I decided to go out for a quick look-see on Black Friday. Yea, we are crazy….but we survived. No major bruises, scrapes, or tramplings. However, I did talk with people and apparently some people had been in lines for stuff starting at 6pm on Wednesday! WHO DOES THAT? That means they MISSED Thanksgiving! (I cannot even comprehend this) There is one term for that…. CRAZY!
I, like everyone else, can drool over a good sale, but people these are just things….I can’t believe people get killed, fight, and trample for these items. I guess I will never understand it, but is it worth missing stuffing and turkey over? Heck, no! In my opinion that is just plain INSANITY! That is….unless you have a death wish….if so, I suppose it could be a way to make the headlines. (Again, CRAZY!)
We all got together for a beautiful Thanksgiving Spread. Lots of food, lots of fun, and lots of unbuttoned top buttons. One successful and juicy smoked turkey and another oven roasted turkey….all and all successful. No killings, no burning the house down and Hubby still loves me…..I call that successful!
We all sat down to the yummy dinner. Alan (Sar’s hubby) offered thanks for a wonderful dinner. Only we all had to hold hands….I know…eww cooties.
Alan: Thanks for the wonderful food and a great time with the family.
Me (under my breath): ewww Rae! Your hands are gross! (She has hands that feel like reptile skin…I think she is half alligator)
Rae (practically shouting after Alan’s amen): You WHORE.
Hubby: How nice, shouting WHORE after the dinner prayer!
Gotta love the fam! 🙂
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
I created the T-Day chore list and this was our conversation a few nights ago (luckily I haven’t killed Hubby yet…I still need him to make the turkeys):
Me: Do you want to sweep or mop?
Me: That is NOT an option.
Me: I am going to stab your eye out.
Hubby: So what. I hate your chore list.
Me: I hate you. (Well, not really…but it sounded good in the heat of chore wars)
And the chore war begins, may the best person win. To Be Continued….
Recently I spent some time with the entire family and I taught my Uncle how to text. I don’t know what is with these OP’s (old people—but being a nice niece…I fell for it) they think they want to be so cool and learn technology, so I fell into the trap. Here is what happened:
Uncle (exclaiming): I just learned to text; text me anything! I am so cool!
Me (texting): K
Uncle (texting): What does that mean?
Me (texting back…even though I was in close proximity): short 4 ok
Uncle (texting): k!
Uncle (more texting): Hi. BTW how r u?
Me (texting faster than him): wow, impressive….ttyl
Uncle (yet again…texting): what does that mean? K!
Me (not texting): sigh
Uncle (texting): What does that mean?
Uncle (another text): k!
Now, I get these random texts all the time, can you guess what they say?
Uncle (random text at 6am): k!
After talking with my cousin (his son) he told me: NEVER, NEVER teach him any technology…..or you will regret it! HA HA! (That is why his own sons don’t teach him….isn’t that right, Matt?)
I am starting to understand this now. That is what I get for being so willing to share technology!
This weekend I sorta, kinda, without-telling him volunteered Hubby to smoke a Thanksgiving bird, along with cooking the traditional bird too. Now I know what you are thinking….WHAT?!
And I think Hubby felt the same way, but you see the thing is… is that he LOVES to cook for people…the more the merrier and I love that he loves to cook for me and everyone else. (Plus I am a bit biased and think his cooking is phenomenal!)
So, I totally thought he would be up for the challenge and I think he still is after he got over the initial shock factor…. J
It isn’t that he doesn’t want to smoke a bird, he just gets nervous because it is one of those things he hasn’t smoked just yet (and he likes things to come out perfect) and he has to prep the other one and do his famous sides…now I am not much of a cook, but I can help with the side preparations (hopefully)…he does get a little territorial in the kitchen. We are having my sisters, potentially one of our parents, and my sister’s in-laws come to our house. So we pretty much will have a full house….9-10 people.
I think it should be pretty fun, however yesterday the reality of cleaning and cooking set in. So not only was hubby starting to freak out….but then I started my cleaning freak out (trust me it isn’t pretty). I don’t know why I get this way…..but I am an obsessive cleaner…I can’t help it (it might be a disease). So between my cleaning freak outs and Hubby’s food freak outs…Wednesday night and Thursday morning should be an exciting time at our house! (Usually one of is calm, therefore, slapping the other back to reality , yup sometimes a good slap does a Hubby good—don’t quite know how it will work out if we BOTH are freaking out…..well one of us might end up on the TV show Snapped). If you see a lapse in blog postings readers, you will know that either:
1. I am dead or
2. I am in jail for killing Hubby or
3. I set the house on fire trying to help and my computer burned with it.
I am hoping my Thursday morning rum-filled crepes will calm Hubby’s nerves…if not I will be forcing him to drink all day….which won’t be too hard.
Maker’s and coke here we come!