Last time we chatted I was gettin' all Wild On Wednesday (glad you showed up to the party K Si, albeit two days late--that Macy's Day parade looked awesome!). I enjoyed a few drinks and some magnificent Mexican cuisine with a couple of my nanny gals at a newly discovered restaurant in NE Minneapolis. Nordest is truly one of my favoritest parts of this city. You'd think I'd frequent the neighborhood more often considering we live so close, but alas, I do not. At least not enough. Adding that to my list of things to do. More NE Mpls adventures. Stat.
Thanksgiving was so...relaxing. I know. Relaxing is so cliche, but that's exactly what it was. And exactly what I needed.
We stopped off at Jesse's parent's place (I can legally call them my in-laws now), where we enjoyed some family togetherness. We ate good food and watched football (I had a perfect score in my pick 'em league that day). Jesse's brother kept us all laughing with stories of his life in South Dakota, and Apple and Bobo had their fair share of table scraps (void of turkey bones of course). Apple was especially loving turkey carving time. Carve one piece for the family. Carve one piece for Apple. That is seriously how it went down. Spoiled rotten puppy girl.
From there it was off to my parent's place. There are no human grandbabies from any of us, but there isn't a lack of canine grandbabies. It's a full house when all of us make it home for the holidays. My dogs can be anything but calm, so I was pleasantly surprised at how well all the dogs got along. Sadly for Bobo he is either in his crate or in Jesse's arms (flappin' like a fish) when we're around other dogs. It's for his own good as he is convinced he has the strength of a bull mastif when interacting with the big dogs. Oh to have his confidence.
The food was great. The company was even better. We listened to Arlo Gutherie's Alice's Restaurant (I am convinced part of that song is now the jingle for Great Clips--anyone feelin' me on this?), watched National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation with the girls, while the guys bucked the famiily tadition by watching fooseball in the basement. I am pretty sure my mom lasted seven minutes before she was sawing logs. A near record for her.
Oh and before the boys retreated to the basement for butt scratching and belching, they offered to do the Thanksgiving dishes. How about that kitchen? Lot 'o color, eh? I love it. My mom created and put up a mosaic back splash in this kitchen all by herself. As in piece by piece. She was a DIY genius long before it was the cool thing to do. ;)
I truly cherish every minute at home on the farm with my family. We can sometimes get on each other's nerves, but in the end we're still family, and I wouldn't trade any of them for anything. Nor would I give a plug nickel for another one like them. That's a little saying my mom used to have for me. She'd say, "Lauren, I love you. And I wouldn't take a million dollars for you. But I surely wouldn't give a plug nickel for another one like you." I think that's a good thing, right?
By Friday afternoon Jesse, myself, and the pups were heading back home to enjoy the rest of our weekend together. We had been mulling over what we were going to do for a Christmas tree for the last several days, and decided to stop off at a tree farm on I-35 while en route to Minneapolis. Just to look. Remember how "just looking" turned out for us when car shopping for my new set of wheels? Same thing happened when shopping for a Christmas tree. We totally bought one. Maybe I will write about why we decided to go live instead of faux. But there's a good chance I am all talk, and won't bore you with the details.
Now. I am not a seasoned Christmas tree picker outer or anything, but I think you just know when you find The One. The clouds part, the sun shines through, and the Hallelujah Chorus plays overhead. That's what happened when you picked out your tree, right? No? Well you've clearly not found The One yet. Don't worry. It will happen. You just need to open your heart, and the perfect tree will find you. Uhhh. Why do I feel like I am the narrator for a hokey Hallmark movie? Aaaand end scene.
We walked around the grounds for the greater part of an hour, just making sure we saw everything. The place was not that large so the hour basically consisted of me running around in circles like a crazed lunatic looking, molesting, and smelling all the pretty trees (true story, just ask my husband). I saw The One almost right away, and kept coming back to see if she was still there. And she was. I saw a few other people circling her general vicinity so I decided to mark my territory by peeing on it. Just kidding. I didn't pee on my tree. But I did hug and kiss her, and
made Jesse politely asked Jesse to take her up front so we could bring her home and make her even purdier than she was already.
What? You thought I was kidding when I said I kissed my tree? Nope. And if you look really closely at this picture you will also see exactly where that first, second, and third helping of the corn casserole went from this weekend. Through the lips, and straight to the hips, my friends. Seriously, you guys. This weekend was a nonstop eating marathon for me. While running errands with Jesse tonight I had to unbutton the top of my jeans because they were uncomfortably snug on my waist. For that reason we decided it best not to stop off at Dairy Queen for a treat. We stopped off and bought mini pints at the grocery store instead. Shhh. At least it's better on the wallet...if I managed to avoid the candy aisle on the way out the door. Which I kinda, sorta didn't. How did we get on this topic?
Trees. We're talking about trees.
And here is Jesse posing in front of our little girl. And yes, I totally made him take this picture. Doesn't this picture just scream, "I love my wife! She's the best in all the land!!" Yeah. Or maybe he was dreaming of his life pre-me. It's OK. He'll thank me later when he is looking for a bunch of poor quality images to use for his scrapbooking retreat with the boys this winter.
(let's pause for a moment while we imagine Jesse and his buds sitting around a huge table, drinking beer and scrapbooking together--omg, seriously, I am lol'ing.)
Alright. I am done recrapping the weekend for now. I know I only brought you to Friday night. It's just that this weekend was so unbelievably awesome that I need to break it up into a two part series. But I will leave you with a few more mobile uploads. Hopefully I find my real camera one of these days. I keep losing it and I am beginning to think it's a conspiracy. And I am pretty sure my husband is at the head of it. A message to my husband: You can steal my camera. And you can hide it. But you will NEVER take away my mobile uploads.
And boom goes the dynamite.