...Over the river and through the woods,

To Grandmother's house we DON'T go.  I am not sure how the weather service could possibly gotten it this wrong but they did.  We were heading over to Denver for turkey day and we thought that, based on the weather reports, we would miss the majority of the storm.  We would have been better off in a sleigh!  We made it to the Wyoming boarder just fine but less than 20 miles later we were white knuckling it through zero visibility, soooo...we turned around. Thank's to the Best Western in Evanston for being pet friendly and letting our two over-sized fur balls stay with us in the nice warm room 'cause it was cold! This morning coming down the canyon it was very slick and a little scary, but as soon as we got in to the valley we started to question our sanity, there was no snow on the ground like had been forcasted...what?!?!?!  Well anyhow here we are safe and warm at home, with a turkey breast in a brine, ready to go on the grill in the am.  Thanksgiving is going to be a special day of just our little family being together.  I am thankful for my Hubs, whether he is here or not.  I am thankful for my kiddos, even when I'm not feeling it.  I am thankful for my home, even when it is a mess and I want to run screaming from it.  I am thankful for my religion and for the rights of others to not believe.  I am thankful for my right to rant and your ability to read it...or not.
The weather's great, wish you were here!

...Mime school

Last night, while in the middle of reading a story to my three little delights, my vocal cords decided to take an early holiday.  Me, being the sunny optimist that I am, thought for sure that my voice would be just fine after a good nights sleep...oh silly me.  First of all, I don't remember the last time I got a good nights sleep, and second of all I just don't have that good of luck. So here I am quietly screaming to be heard and acting out instructions for my children as they mock me.  I might as well be in an invisible box performing silly tricks for all the laughing coming from the direction of the kids.  The problem is I can get as mad as I want but really, how scary is a 5'4 woman who sound like a dog's squeaky  toy?  They start copying me and then I start laughing with them...then every dog in the neighborhood shows up.  Although the best was when I answered the phone and it was a "courtesy call" for my hubs and the man on the other end asked "Is your Daddy home?"  I'm only a mom , who needs to talk?

...tech blackhole

we have all been there, why won't my computer work?  You  would think having a computer guy as a hubby I would be immune but alas.  I just hope that all or blogging will be smooth sailing  after this!

This is a test only a test

This is a test to see if it will publish to facebook

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Mama’s Holiday Wish List Meme

TodaysMama (link to: http://bit.ly/tmwishlist) and GameStop (link to: http://bit.ly/gamestop10) are giving away a sleighful of gifts this holiday season and to enter I’m sharing this meme with you.

1. What is your holiday wish for your family?
    Always the same, a quiet time just for us to enjoy each other.
2. What is your Christmas morning tradition?
    A yummy breakfast casserole that can be eaten while watching the little ones open gifts.
3. If you could ask Santa for one, completely decadent wish for yourself, what would it be?
    A weekend away with my husband.

4. How do you make the holidays special without spending any money?
    We watch movies, read stories and play games.
5. What games did you play with your family growing up?
    Rummy and dominoes
6. What holiday tradition have you carried on from your own childhood?
     Opening one gift on Christmas Eve
7. Where would you go for a Christmas-away-from-home trip?
     This year we are going snow-shoeing in Glacier National Park.
8. Check out GameStop (link to: http://bit.ly/gamestop10) and tell us, what are the three top items on your GameStop Wish List this year? 
    Dance, Dance Revolution-Disney(WII), Rock Band 5(WII), Guilty Party(WII)

...Santa's sleigh.

Well first I would like to welcome you all aboard this little trip on the Crazy Train.  As we stop at our port-o-calls and embark on all our many misadventures I hope we can bring just a little humor and almost no wisdom to your day.  That being said, while I LOVE Christmas I hate the I wants.  You know what I mean, "Mom, Mom, I want (insert toy of the moment).  One of the reasons I really hate them is they(your children) never tell you what they REALLY want, it is just want catches their eye at the moment.  I try to plan all year and keep ideas in mind so when Christmas rolls around I can just brush off the " I wants".  Only one problem with that... I have the memory of a goldfish, so while I KNOW that there is something out there better than Stinky the Singing Garbage Truck, I can' remember what it is.  I wrack my brain, I look high and low, but I just don't know what to get that will get played with past that first week!  Please, no!  Santa, don't bring Stinky!