*h/t@Wil

Mr. H braved the crowds and the cold, and waited in line for Target to open early this morning so he could “get something”.  I assume that the esoteric explanation (Ooooo, alliteration) = some sort of winter holiday gift so I didn’t ask him what he needed so badly that he would go shopping today, of all days, and at such a ridiculously early hour.

At some level, I’m touched that he would go to so much trouble.  Isn’t the normal male Christmas shopping day supposed to be December 24th, 2 hours before the stores close?

I already know what I’m getting Mr. H, but you couldn’t have paid me to leave the house today.

I think I’ll hold off on the holiday decorations until tomorrow.  I feel like total ass.  And no, that’s not why.  I have to see the doc *cringe*.  And no, that’s not why either.  I’m not telling you any more than:  This is something I should have taken care of way back in the beginning of August, but I have been avoiding it because it’s stupid and I can’t stand that air of inconvenience and exasperation that most military docs ooze despite the fact that I’m no longer active duty.

Drat and bother…

Holy hits on the statcounter, Batdude!

Who do I know in France?  I assume that they’re stationed there since they were doing a search for Ross Pixler?

*vacant head tilt*

I finally figured out where my brother (Davey) was hiding.

Oh, and I posted a couple videos to YouTube.

And there may be more…

I apologize for not posting much of worth lately, but I’ve been busy trying to get the house ready for T-Day.  I guess we get to host dinner again this year for Mr. H’s rather extensive family.  I expect a crowd despite the fact that three of his sisters will not be able to attend.  One has been sent to lands far off and unknown for a bit, one lives in Tennessee, and the third has to work.

If it’s anything like last year then I expect this to be a large affair.  Large for me, anyway.  I’m not used to having many more than six adults for any given holiday and that is including myself.  Not that I mind having lots of family over; I’m just pissing myself with anxiety over the disorganized state that my house is in.  I am, however, thankful for the large and unfurnished living/dining room that we have.  Mr. H is bringing two large folding tables from work and some metal folding chairs tomorrow and there is plenty of room to set everyone up in.  Last year I had to put the leaf in my table and add a couple card tables onto the end to extend the eating area, and even then it was still quite crowded.  This year should be pretty comfortable. 

I’m also thankful that I don’t have to do most of the baking.  The MIL is coming over early on the 27th to cook the turkey, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, corn, etc.  The SIL that is going to make it (Mr. H has four sisters and one brother) is bringing the green bean salad and Mr. H’s grandmother (does that make her my grandmother-in-law?) is bringing some orange fluff and a cherry pie.  Mr. H’s uncle is coming (my uncle-in-law?  haha, okay, I’ll stop) but I don’t know if he’s bringing anything, nor do I think Mr. H’s brother is going to bring food.  There will be other assorted friends and relatives stopping by as well, I think.  Maybe nine people at the very least.  I never quite know how many people to expect, but I’m sure there will be plenty to eat.

Wish me luck!

Well shit, I could have told you that without the aid of a quiz.

Raw evil score: 53.33%

Anne has MUCH better recipes than I do.

I think I’ll make these for Thanksgiving since I’m apparently host(ess)ing it at my place this year?

Once upon a time in a land far far away (Wisconsin), Barmy Mama was the assistant manager at a franchise pretzel place.  Yeah, not one of the most illustrious positions I’ve ever held but in its own way it was quite rewarding.  Those pretzels were addicting and when employees are allowed to eat all they please, that was all I ate for several months.  We also would have stupid-long lines for the things and during a rush had a hard time keeping the bins filled.

Well, my friends, I thought I would share with you how we made your favorite mall pretzels so you can make them at home.  I suck at writing out recipes so bear with me.

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