Me Want Cookie

The ladies at the General Mills office have organized a monthly ladies night for a little girlie bonding time outside of work. We rotate houses each month, have dinner together, and the host chooses an activity. When the crew came to our house this past July, Kyle helped cook kebabs for 14 ladies and I organized a book swap, which was an overwhelming success.

This month, we were hosted by our bubbly administrative assistant, Joyce. She cooked some amazing potato soup, taught us all how to make easy apple cobbler, and coordinated a delicious (waist-expanding) cookie exchange.

This gave Kyle a chance to soak up some more of Jim Cramer's book and research stocks for our future investments in silence (and we all know there is no such thing as silence when I'm in the house!)

Not more than 2 days after the cookie exchange, a package showed up from the Baking Elves in Wisconsin ... and we were treated to even more Christmas goodies! Thanks to Aunt Lori and Mom Petersen! We are drowning in Christmas cookies and loving every minute of it.

Decking Our Halls

The Christmas season is here ... and Kyle and I worked hard to get the house ready last weekend.

We finally have a fireplace to hang our stockings!

I also had to put up my absolute favorite Christmas decoration - the Beary Merry Christmas calendar. My mom made it when we were little ... you move the bear around the house each day as he looks for Christmas. My big brother, Jeff, used to tease me by moving the bear to the chimney every day, and his legacy lives on as Kyle does the same thing. I'll never win.

Here I am "layering" as Lisa, Jenny and I were taught by a professional decorator while I was back in Cleveland. We went to a class and now I'm motivated to go a little bigger for Christmas ... but I'll wait until our next house before I buy more decorations.

Our annual tradition is to make the trek to a Christmas tree farm, cut down our own tree and enjoy the hot chocolate to kick off the season. That is apparently not the tradition of most Northwest Arkansans as there were no Christmas tree farms within a 2-hour drive from our house! We were not about to give in and skip having a live tree … so we did the next best thing … picked one up at Lowe’s.

Lame, I know. But we love the look, smell and nostalgia of a live tree for the holidays, and we weren’t about to let Arkansas stop us. Here's the winner.

Here's Kyle doing all the work again. Don't these pictures remind you of the Halloween posting when he had to haul the pumpkins to the car?!?! I've got a good thing going, I know.

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but for some reason, the process of getting the tree in the house and set up in the stand is much easier these days then when I was growing up. I remember it taking forever with a lot of screaming going on; “Hold the damn tree!” “That’s not straight!” It tended to get a little intense. Now, Kyle just throws that tree into the stand, I pretend to hold it (which really doesn’t matter cause he’s doing most of the work anyway) and we get it positioned perfectly within minutes.

We played Christmas music, hung the lights and ornaments (of which 5 are “Our First Christmas” ornaments) and even baked some cookies to finish off the festivities.

Here's one of my favorite ornaments ... everyone has to have a little "Grandpa's Cheesebarn" hanging on their tree! For those of you that aren't familiar, your loss. It's an amazing place halfway between Cleveland and Columbus ... a family tradition to stop and buy cheese and sausage.

Kyle is sweet to humor me in all the cheesy holiday activities, but while he probably won’t admit it to you, I think he really enjoys this stuff just as much as I do! While it won’t be any time soon (seriously, Moms, don’t ask,) we are both looking forward to having kids so that we actually have an excuse to do all this holiday stuff!

I'm 29 ... From Now On

Yesterday marked the first day of the last year of my 20's. I can't believe it either. I'll be carded for another 10 years, though, I'm sure.

Where has the time gone? I planned to visit all 50 states before I turned 30 ... that's not gonna happen. I've been to 42 and will probably end at 43 by next year - valiant effort, but somehow, the time slipped away. I planned to run a marathon before I turned 30. I'll have done 2 half marathons by next year, if that counts. Where did my 20's go? I mean, I'm so old that my parents have even stopped bothering to call me on my birthday. (Still love ya, Mom and Dad!)

To remedy this situation, I've decided that I will stay 29 from now on. That feels right. Then I'll have all the time in the world to do, go, see all that I had planned on. So, here's to my first 29th birthday!

Thanks to everyone for the wonderful birthday wishes, cards, gifts, phone calls ... you sure made me feel loved.

Thanks to me for taking the afternoon off to go get a massage and for the cute shirt I bought myself at The Gap.

And most of all, thanks to my wonderful husband. Yet again, he made my special day special! He cooked me breakfast before going to work, showered me with gifts, took me out to dinner, and cuddled on the couch to watch a Christmas movie he rented for me. A perfect evening with the perfect person. I guess I could get used to this turning 29 thing after all!