Sigh...

I'm going nuts over here. The Christmas rush has begun and it's not even Thanksgiving! The last week has had 10 things that need to be done each day. I have tried to be sick for almost a week and I'm finally giving in.

Until 10 tomorrow morning. Then the craziness starts again.

Quick Question

I was out shopping today at Hobby Lobby (our arts and crafts store) when I came across this.

Isn't it July? Early July? Just past the 4th? Have they moved up the date for Christmas and I wasn't aware because I don't watch the news?

How much earlier can the retailers make it? At this point why even take the Christmas decorations down. Just leave them up year round and save yourself a lot of trouble!

Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go stare at my dining room chandelier and be happy that I've never taken the Christmas greenery down. Christmas is apparently just around the corner!

Happy Holidays!

Things that make you go hmmmm....

Well, I had grand plans of a lazy Saturday morning spent blessing you with a well written blog. But my camera has been savagely stolen and I can't upload pictures right now. When Shawn gets home with it I'll post as soon as he has had a thorough talking to.

So until then...something for you to think about.

Since my spray painting festival on Sunday I have had no feeling in the tip of my right index finger.

Wonder when that will come back.

Where's the Beef?

Remember that old Wendy's commercial with the old lady that kept saying that? I'm dating myself, but I do remember them. I still laugh when I think about it.

Today I made my annual pilgrimage to Pocassett, Oklahoma to find the beef. It was there, at the butcher, just like it is every year. We buy a side of beef from a rancher. It's like Christmas for a cook like me. All the possibilities with a freezer full of beef.

I love the drive to the butcher. Once I got off the interstate it was little towns, old houses, wheat fields, and miles of nothingness to stare at. While growing up I wanted to marry a rancher and live out in the country. Ride horses everyday, look out my windows and see pastures. I did date a rancher for a while. Then his horse threw me which broke my arm and cracked my pelvis. After the lawsuit was filed the relationship pretty much fizzled out. I do have fond memories of the time we spent riding around his property watching the sun set from horseback. I also have one arm that's two inches shorter then the other but that's a story for another day.

I wouldn't change my life or where I am now for anything...but when I get off the beaten path and get back out to the country...it makes my mind wander.

Oh, and to answer the question that started this blog.

Where's the beef? It was in the trunk of my car,

but now it's in my deep freeze:C)