Good Dog!

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Last night it was quiet in the Turner house.  Aaron and I were eating dinner (I'll post a yummy recipe later today), and watching an episode of Planet Earth - the one about the Great Plains.  The dogs were napping in the corner of the living room.  There was beautiful footage of grasslands and the tundra.  It was very peaceful and calm. 

Until...a segment about Arctic Geese came on.

And this happened.

I love my dog!

Hiatus

So...there may be large gaps of time between recipe postings for the next few weeks.  I am rapidly discovering that cooking is not the easiest job when you're in your first trimester.  And meal-planning?  Fuggedaboutit!  Not happenin'.  No sir.  No m'am.  No way! 

But I do think it's important to share the goofy things that happen to me in hopes that my bizarre nature will somehow make you feel better about yourselves.  Can I just say that I don't know how my husband does it?  Most of the time I don't even want to live with me.  I'm a pain in the tookus.  So, for your enjoyment here's a couple of things that have happened to me in the last few days since THIS happened.

A Woman After My Own Heart

I had to share this.  Finally...someone understands my pain!

Read this one first:  Why I Won't Be Sleeping Tonight

Then read this:  They Can't Have My Christmas

Amen, sister!  You are not alone!

What I Did This Weekend

I had my weekend all planned.  Friday night would be relaxing while we watched the Texas Rangers beat up on the Evil Empire New York Yankees.  Saturday morning we would sleep in, and then head to the grocery store to snag a few things.  Then my parents would come over and we would watch the Rangers beat up on the Yankees again before heading to dinner.  Sunday would be typically crazy but fun. 

Candy Corn & Other Fall Fun

I've been eagerly waiting for October to allow myself to put a cute Fall template on my blog.  It is now twelve days into October  (It's twelve days into October???  REALLY???), and I've just had the time to stop and think about it.  I was very very excited to find this cute template with my favorite fall treat...Candy Corn!  Otherwise known as The Great Diet Destroyer.  And don't EVEN get me started on Mellowcreme Pumpkins.  I can eat a whole bag in one sitting.  Of course, then I feel like I have a 50 pound weight in my gut, but I remain undeterred. 

Things a 13 Year Old Boy Says (Part II)

The boys are gone, and I'm left with lots of memories that make me smile, and a couple that make me laugh out loud.  Like the time when Matthew was helping me with dinner and accidentally launched a piece of chicken across my kitchen (the look on his face was priceless).  Or the time when I was giving Aaron a hard time about cramming the dishwasher so full that the dishes didn't get clean, and THEN I found out that Steven had loaded it.  Oops!  Sorry, Steven...thanks for helping!  But my favorite story happened last Wednesday at the Fort Worth Zoo.  Now, there are two things that must be understood before I tell you what happened.

Back To Normal. Almost.

My sister-in-law and nephews left yesterday morning in the middle of Tropical Depression Hermine's rampage on DFW.  They got a slow start, but made it home to Arizona safely last night.  My brother-in-law will be leaving tomorrow to report to Fort Hood.  So, it's almost back to normal for Aaron and I. 

Things a 13-Year-Old Boy Says

My brother-in-law, Chris, his wife, Michelle, and my nephews, Steven and Matthew, are staying with us for a couple of weeks.  My nephews, Steven and Matthew, are ages 17 and 13 respectively.  Steven is a man of few words, but Matthew tends to make up for him in spades.  I thought it might be fun to keep a log of the strange and interesting things that come out of Matthew's mouth.  So here is life according to Matthew...

Trouble!

Guess what I'm doing tonight?  I'll give you a hint.

Yep, baseball.  And what is a baseball game without a hot dog?  To be precise, a big quarter-pound baseball park hot dog slathered in French's mustard.  I think they put crack in those things.  I also think they are about 147.2 Weight Watchers points.