I really don't know what I've been doing for the last couple weeks...except being busy!
Work isn't keeping me busy though...last week I worked a grand total of 3 hours. Sure hope that check doesn't put us into the next income bracket when we go get our taxes done!! That would suck!
Although, last Sunday (a week ago), That Pastor asked me if I would be able to put together a choir for Christmas...so I spent most of last week putting the music together. I ended up putting 9 songs together, 7 of which the rock stars that make up the choir have done before. And the other 2 are going to be sung in unison, so that's awesome and easy. Last night was our first rehearsal, and there was a good turn out (I think I counted 23 people), so I was super pleased. And there were FIVE people who haven't joined the choir before, so new people always make me super, super happy!!!
This week, I have four shifts at work, but three of them are call-in shifts. Won't know if I work until an hour before I am supposed to go in. Don't they know I just bought a bunch of lovely outfits to wear, and want to show them off?!? It wouldn't be so bad if I could have worn what I already have in my closet (I have some nice, nice stuff!); but no. It's OK...it's a tax write off. :)
We still have to figure out what we'll be doing for Thanksgiving, too. Not sure if That Dad's extended family will be joining us, or not. I told That MIL I don't mind hosting the dinner, but she had to make the phone calls and invite everyone because she's still the Matriarch. :) Last year, That Dad's extended family came for appetizers; then a few hours later, That Dad, That MIL, and That Step-FIL and I had dinner. It was a late meal, and That Dad said he doesn't want to do that again. The man who refuses to start discussing what we're going to eat for dinner until 9PM doesn't want to eat Thanksgiving dinner at 7PM. He wants to eat Thanksgiving dinner at 3. He said you have to eat Thanksgiving dinner during the football game. He makes me crazy, sometimes. He also said that he would be "pissed if there were no pumpkin pie" when I told him I wanted to make a pumpkin cake instead. OK, OK...we'll have pumpkin pie. I'll make my pumpkin cake for Christmas or something.
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Chestnut Pie
Happy Thanksgiving, all! Hope you had wonderful days with your families, and ate yourselves stuffed!
We had an interesting day. It was my first time hosting, and I was excited to do that. Until I woke up that morning only to discover That Kid had found my lipgloss in the middle of the night and decided to finger paint while That Dad and I (sort of) slept. Wednesday night/Thursday morning was not good sleep time. We were up coughing half the night. I seriously have no idea how That Kid found time to fingerpaint on my dresser (and ruin a shirt That Grandma gave him)! I'm just thankful that he didn't decide to go fingerpaint on Mama's new slipcovers in the living room. I would have been eating turkey from the county jail had that happened!
That Mother-in-Law arrived to help me with the turkey about 8:30, and we set the dining room table. After the turkey was done, she left to get herself ready, and came back around noon; bringing That Step-Father-In-Law with him (That Dad still can't remember that he has a STEP FATHER and keeps calling his Step Father "My Father-in-Law". When he tells people that his mother lives with his Father-in-Law I'm sure people think our family is a special sort of crazy. Every time he says Father-in-Law in reference to his Step Father I tell him, "Leave my Daddy out of it!" ;) ).
We finished getting appetizers set out for our first round, and That Dad's cousin brought his wife and their family. Had a nice time visiting with the "Thanksgiving Family" (because that's pretty much the only time we see them...unless there's a funeral or wedding, or we need our house refinanced; That Dad's cousin is a mortgage broker.), and after they left That Mother-in-Law and I got dinner ready and set out. Except for the green salad, which I totally forgot to make; and the fruit salad, which I did make but forgot to uncover. Next year I'm making a list. And when That Dad said the Thanksgiving prayer, he made sure to be thankful for the fact that That Kid fell asleep before dinner and we could eat in peace! :)
About 9PM, That Mother-in-Law and That Step-Father-in-Law took off, leaving us pie. Delicious pie with a butter crust That Step-Father-in-Law made from scratch. Pumpkin Chiffon, and Pecan (which is my most favorite pie!!! Especially with a butter crust that tastes just like butter cookies!). As we're enjoying our Pecan Pie, That Dad looks at me and says, "I wonder how this pie would taste with chestnuts instead of pecans? Use the same filling, but substitute chestnuts!" and I told him I wasn't sure, I'd never had a chestnut before. Then, That Dad made the best statement of all time. He said, "You haven't had any of the chestnuts yet?" And it hit me. The bowl of nuts that we have out on the table...the bowl of nuts that each evening, because I love him, I take a few nuts out and crack them for him, the PECANS his mother and step-father brought back from Georgia, are the CHESTNUTS of which he was speaking. Poor guy...he still won't know what chestnut pie tastes like. And he won't be able to roast the chestnuts on an open fire like he was planning on doing...because they're pecans. :)
We had an interesting day. It was my first time hosting, and I was excited to do that. Until I woke up that morning only to discover That Kid had found my lipgloss in the middle of the night and decided to finger paint while That Dad and I (sort of) slept. Wednesday night/Thursday morning was not good sleep time. We were up coughing half the night. I seriously have no idea how That Kid found time to fingerpaint on my dresser (and ruin a shirt That Grandma gave him)! I'm just thankful that he didn't decide to go fingerpaint on Mama's new slipcovers in the living room. I would have been eating turkey from the county jail had that happened!
That Mother-in-Law arrived to help me with the turkey about 8:30, and we set the dining room table. After the turkey was done, she left to get herself ready, and came back around noon; bringing That Step-Father-In-Law with him (That Dad still can't remember that he has a STEP FATHER and keeps calling his Step Father "My Father-in-Law". When he tells people that his mother lives with his Father-in-Law I'm sure people think our family is a special sort of crazy. Every time he says Father-in-Law in reference to his Step Father I tell him, "Leave my Daddy out of it!" ;) ).
We finished getting appetizers set out for our first round, and That Dad's cousin brought his wife and their family. Had a nice time visiting with the "Thanksgiving Family" (because that's pretty much the only time we see them...unless there's a funeral or wedding, or we need our house refinanced; That Dad's cousin is a mortgage broker.), and after they left That Mother-in-Law and I got dinner ready and set out. Except for the green salad, which I totally forgot to make; and the fruit salad, which I did make but forgot to uncover. Next year I'm making a list. And when That Dad said the Thanksgiving prayer, he made sure to be thankful for the fact that That Kid fell asleep before dinner and we could eat in peace! :)
About 9PM, That Mother-in-Law and That Step-Father-in-Law took off, leaving us pie. Delicious pie with a butter crust That Step-Father-in-Law made from scratch. Pumpkin Chiffon, and Pecan (which is my most favorite pie!!! Especially with a butter crust that tastes just like butter cookies!). As we're enjoying our Pecan Pie, That Dad looks at me and says, "I wonder how this pie would taste with chestnuts instead of pecans? Use the same filling, but substitute chestnuts!" and I told him I wasn't sure, I'd never had a chestnut before. Then, That Dad made the best statement of all time. He said, "You haven't had any of the chestnuts yet?" And it hit me. The bowl of nuts that we have out on the table...the bowl of nuts that each evening, because I love him, I take a few nuts out and crack them for him, the PECANS his mother and step-father brought back from Georgia, are the CHESTNUTS of which he was speaking. Poor guy...he still won't know what chestnut pie tastes like. And he won't be able to roast the chestnuts on an open fire like he was planning on doing...because they're pecans. :)
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