Archive | November, 2009

Th-Th-Th-Thanksgiving!

30 Nov

Thanksgiving!  It is by far my favorite holiday.  What’s that, you say?  What about Christmas?  Well, though Christmas is exciting, the beauty of Thanksgiving is that you get to spend quality time with family without the stress of buying presents.  Plus, there’s cranberry sauce.  I love cranberry sauce.  Just give me a can opener and a fork and leave me be.  Ahhh. 

(However, I did make Emeril’s cranberry sauce this year.  Jordan’s family has always made it and he loves it.  Since we didn’t get to see them this Thanksgiving, I thought it would be nice to have a part of them with us, even if it was just their cranberry sauce.  It was Deeee-lish!)

So, with homemade Cranberry Sauce in hand, we set out Thursday morning for our first Thanksgiving stop:  The Mims Family.  (….which is my Dad’s family, in case you’re not in the know.) 

Ooo, I feel a photo montage coming on!

While waiting for the food to finish cooking, Jaden & Fisher cruised around the farm.

Chloe decided she would travel around the farm by foot.  However, two year olds shouldn’t roam alone, so Uncle Jordan went and fetched her.  She was not happy about that.
Not wanting to dissappoint Chloe, Jordan got out the golf cart and took her for a spin around the farm.
Meanwhile, Marilyn was in the kitchen preparing for lunch.  When asked to, “Look like you’ve been working hard,” this is what she came up with.  Niiiice.
Jordan took advantage of the moment and snuck in a few bites of turkey.  Tisk, tisk.  *wink*
After everyone had ate to their heart’s content, we headed out to the cotton field by my grandparent’s house to let the kids pick cotton.  Cutness.  *smile*
Picking cotton was one of my favorite things to do as a kid and it thrills me to see my children doing the same.
I think my Dad and Grandparents were just as excited to watch them have fun as I was. 
With our pockets full of cotton, we set off for our next stop: The Anderson/Paulk Family.  (…which is my Mom’s side of the family.)

By the time we arrived, our second lunch of the day was almost ready.  Charles masterfully deconstructed the turkey with the moral support of my cousin, Demi.
Chloe & Fisher entertained themselves with Christmas toys while waiting to eat.  There’s nothing like a moving, singing Christmas toy to wake you up.  *wink*
Meanwhile, the rest of us circled around the food in the kitchen, waiting to pounce at the first signal.  (Nice look you’ve got going there, Wren)
And what Thanksgiving Day Blog isn’t complete with a statement of what I am most thankful for?: 
I am most thankful for the fact that I finally graduated from the kid’s table to the adult’s table.  Yessss!
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Turkey-Lurkey

26 Nov
Happy Thanksgiving!
(The highlight of last year’s Thanksgiving.  Cook that bird, Dad!)

2012

25 Nov
After such a warm and fuzzy blog yesterday, I feel as though y’all probably need something a little more action packed for today.  Thus, I present to you:  Reasons Why I Love Natural Disaster Movies.  *drum roll, please*
Before I dive into a crazed speech about my love for mother nature’s rath, just let me say that I’m not crazy.  I don’t like fava beans with Chianti and I don’t make human skin jackets in my spare time.  I just admire the awsome power of nature.  So there.

On Sunday my cousin, Demi, and I went to see 2012.  I have been dying to see this movie.  Earthquakes, volcanos, tsunamis…does it get any better?  Give me a natural disaster movie and I will be a happy camper.  I’m not sure why I am so fascinated by this genre of film, but I can’t get enough of it.  There is something terrifyingly terrific about what the earth is capable of.  However, I am also a very anxious person.  I don’t handle tense moments with much grace and I fall apart if harm comes to a child, even if it’s in a fictional movie.  Thus, I spent most of the movie clutching my seat for support and/or crying like baby over children swept away by tsunamis and earthquakes.  I felt like I’d run the Boston Marathon by the time the movie was over. 

During a few particularly tense moments, I leaned over and asked my cousin if they were going to make it.  Turns out that she is one of those people.  The kind of person that won’t give in to the pleas of their fellow movie goer.  They want you to wait and find out for yourself.  Psh.  Didn’t she realize that I might burst with anxiety?  I could spontaneously combust right there in the theater and she’d have to clean up the mess.  Thankfully for her, I held it together and muched feverishly on a box of hot tamales she’d given me. 

I found comfort in the fact that nothing on the scale of what happened in the movie could ever happen in real life.  Though, the eruption of the Yellow Stone Volcano was spectacularly creepy.  Plus, John Cusack played a leading roll…quite possibly my favorite actor.  It almost makes me want to have a John Cusack marathon.  Grosse Pointe Blank, High Fidelity….is there anything better out there?  I think not.  *wink*  Ooo, guess what I’ll be doing this weekend?  :)

Weddingness

24 Nov

Jaden and Fisher have been a tad…”hyper” this past week, to be completely understated.  I could feel my resolve to be patient and understanding slipping which each passing day.  It’s not that they’ve been bad, per se, it’s just that they’ve had excesive amounts of energy and a bad case of selective hearing. 

All that said, I was relieved to have a wedding to go to this past Saturday.  For starters, I love weddings.  I used to not really care about them until I had the kids.  Something about child birth alters your emotional settings.  Now I can’t get enough of weddings, babies and any other stereotypical girly event.  Secondly, it was the wedding of a highschool friend which I adore.  She is one of the sweetest girls I know and I couldn’t be happier for her.  Thirdly, it was at Gin Creek, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

Saturday finally rolled around and Jordan and I were eager to make the drive to the wedding, child-free.  Ah, this blissful silence. *laugh*  I love parenthood, but sometimes it’s nice to have a few hours to yourself.  Plus, Jaden and Fisher were going to be staying with my cousin, Demi, and they couldn’t wait to get to her house.  To say that they love her is an understatement.  They couldn’t hardly sit still from all the excitement. 

Soon we were on our way, winding through the back roads of Southwest Georgia and praying that we wouldn’t get lost.  Thankfully, we made it to the wedding on time…even though Google Maps tried it’s best to make that impossible.  Seriously, Google, what were you thinking?  Anyhoo, the wedding was amazing.  The bride, groom and attendants were gorgeous.  It was the best outdoor wedding I’ve been to.  Not too long and completely intimate.  Le sigh.  I feel all fuzzy inside just thinking about it.  *wink*

Don’t we clean up nice?  Not too shabby if I say so myself.  ;)
We didn’t stay too long, though.  As nice as it was to have some time to ourselves, I was sure that Demi would soon need a break.  I wasn’t worried about the kids acting out, they always act like angels for everyone but us.  *wink*  I was concerned about the just how excited they were to see Demi and if they would run out of energy long enough for her to catch her breath.  :)  We did stay for dinner and dancing, though, both of which were fantastic. 
All in all it was a great evening.  The highlight of which was that I never once tripped.  Hey, it’s a momentous thing.  I can barely walk a straight line in tennis shoes, let alone boots with a three inch heel.  *bowing to the crowd*  Thank you, thank you.  However, by the time I got home, as was more than happy to hand the boots back to my sister.  I’m not sure if my toes will ever regain feeling.  ;) 

How Low Can You Go?

20 Nov

Today I got my ears lowered. 

Don’t you love it when people use that phrase?    I’m actually not a fan of the phrase, but my theory is that everyone can use it at least once a year and avoid criticism.  *shoulder shrug*  Besides, the phrase always makes for a fantastically gruesome mental picture:

“…and now, if you please, turn the crank very slowly so as not to disrupt the placement of the eyes.  Yes, nicely done, Igor.”

So, here it is:  My new do in all of its over-exposed goodness.  Yes, the smirk is back.  I told you, I’m lacking the gene which makes me capable of taking a decent self-portrait.  That and I may have played around with an online photo editor.  This picture just screams amateur photographer.  (Score one for Raine!)
I may have gotten carried away with the glaussian blur…oopsies.  Oh well, just think of this as a serious moment in a soap opera:
 *Organ Music Intro*  “Will Raine’s husband aprove of her new haircut?  Will her dog even recognize her?!  Tune in next week for the shocking conculsion.” 
All in all I’m quite happy with my hair.  I’ve had short hair since Junior High and have come to love it.  It is easy to fix and easy to maintain.  Plus, you can take an afternoon nap without a bad case of bed head giving you away:  “What?  No.  I haven’t been sleeping.  I’ve been dusting, I swear.”  *wink*  Works every time.

I Suck at Photoshop

19 Nov
For all of you out there who don’t know what Jordan, a.k.a. “The Hubs”, does for a living, he is a colorist for several comic books that are currently in the beginning stages of life.  Coloring a comic is much more involved than coloring Disney Princess coloring books with your kids.  It takes a lot of time and talent.  A lot.  The Hubs works hard and works a lot of hours, which means that I don’t get as much snuggle-on-the-couch time as I’d like to have with him.  But, I’m okay with this.  He does more than most to make life for the kids and I comfy and for that I am eternally grateful.  (Aw, *tear*) 
So, I have decided to learn Photoshop and help him out by laying the ground work for him.  (Hey, now.  Stop laughing.  Stop it, I say.  Photoshop can’t be that hard to learn, right?)  All I’ll be doing is flatting the black and white images for him so he can go in after me and do the real color work.  Surely I can handle such a task.  *fingers crossed*
Last night, after the kiddos were tucked away in bed, Jordan & I seated ourselves in front of the computer in his office and began my crash course in Photoshop.  (Aw, come on.  Stop giggling.)  The Hubs decided to just give me a walk through of all the different tools available in Photoshop for my first lesson.  There are oodles of them.  Caboodles of oddles.  (Ha)  To demonstrate what effect each tool had on an image, he pulled up a still he had taken from the movie, “Big Fish.”  Poor Albert Finney, if only he knew the things we did to him last night:
It started off innocently enough.  Jordan was demonstrating “Dodge” and “Burn” to me and before we knew it, Albert Finney had laser beams coming from his eyes.  It could happen to anyone.  Originally, he looked like a vampire with red eyes.  Then we came across the line tool and well….laser beams were born.  Who could pass up such an opportunity?  No one.  No one is that strong.  So, Jordan went with it and took it to the extreme.  Oh Albert Finney, forgive us.  We know not what we do.  
Once we’d finished defacing Albert Finney’s…face, we went on to view some helpful Photoshop tutorials.  *ahem*  Now, I know that watching tutorials does not sound like fun stuff, but trust me, these weren’t your average tutorials.  Want to learn your way around Photoshop?  No?  Okay.  Well, how about just watching some that is utterly hilarious?  Hm?  Yeah.  That’s what I thought.  Watch, laugh, learn.
What’s that?  I’m a genius?  I’ve saved you from an afternoon of boredom?  Oh, you’re so welcome.  *curtsey*

Close to You

18 Nov

“Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?  Just like me, they long to be close to you.”

For some reason I have the lyrics to “Close to You” stuck in my head.  It may be because The Carpenters are awesome, or it may be due to the fact that it looks like spring outside my window at work.  (Hmm, tough decision)  It’s 61 degrees outside, practically arctic by my standards, and yet flowers are blooming and birds are singing.  I can’t see the birds, but I imagine they are the little blue birds from Cinderella.  (I wonder if they’ll make me a sweet dress just like they did for her.  Probably not…darn) 
I want to post a picture of the flowers that are blooming, because I need help in identifying them.  However, I can’t snap a picture of them at the moment.  You see, there is this “cottage” behind my office where a thirty-something bachelor lives and I’m sure that he wouldn’t take too kindly to me documenting his blooms.  (If only I had a fancy camera like the paparazzi…I could document flowers from a mile away)  So, until I can sneak in a picture of them, let me narrow it down for you:  They’re pink with yellow stamens and they smell really good.  Oh, and they’re growing on a tree.  I hope that helps.  (Yeah, you’re welcome)

All seriousness aside, I have to tell you about my dog…as if y’all haven’t heard enough already.  I can’t help it, he oozes newsworthiness:

Denny is akin to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  Over the course of the day he will see-saw between man’s best friend and man’s worst nightmare.  Which, now that I think about it, usually correlates with whether the kids are awake or not.  Jaden & Fisher bring out the worst in him.  Just their very presence induces a state of hyperness that is unrivaled by anything on earth.  They come home from school and spend the next few hours chasing him, teasing him and giggling him into a frenzy.  Then they go to bed, leaving Jordan and I with a furry beast to tame. 

So far, the only way we’ve found to calm him down is to chase him.  He lives to be chased.  He’ll hunker down on his haunches, toes vibrating with energy, just waiting for you to make a move towards him.  As soon as you so much as look in his direction, he explodes across the room, circling furniture at lightning speed.  That dog can corner on a dime.  I usually sit back and let Jordan do the chasing.  He is ever so good at it.  It’s a wonderful way to end the day, watching Jordan lunge at Denny as Denny races past his fingers and down the hall to hide and wait.  It’s never hard to find him; His rapid breathing always gives him away.  Jordan tries to sneak up on him, but Denny dodges his efforts and is gone again. 

This cat and mouse game usually lasts for about fifteen minutes.  I am always content to wait it out, enjoying the sound of Jordan’s call to arms and Denny’s nails digging in the carpet for traction.  All I lack is a bowl of popcorn.  *hint, hint, wink, wink* 

*gasp*  What luck!  Mr. Thirty-Something just left.  Now I can go take a picture of his flowers…
All right, all of you budding horticulturist out there, name that flower!  (Pretty please)