A Thanksgiving Motto

Did you hear. . .

. . . he's coming to town?  Which makes me say a resounding

OH CRAP. 

I'm so not ready for this.

I'm going to follow Kate's list from Rants from Mommyland to see me through!

The Anti-Texas Brownie

Look what lives at my house!

The fabulous fall cakelet pan has arrived at my house just in time for Thanksgiving!  Pumpkin bread, mini-spice cakes, teeny-tiny little corn breads. . . all in the festive fall shapes of acorns, walnuts, miniature pumpkins, and squash, oh my!  I am weak in the knees with baking anticipation!

Wise Woman is blowing into town for the quickest visit in the history of the world next week. . . perhaps a mini acorn or two will be awaiting her and her little chickens. . .

A Texas brownie is NOT on the menu. 

One Sentence Wednesday: Vision Board

A beginning---still have more to add!

I am participating in Organicsyes's online vision board workshop today---join us!

A Walking Contradiction

Last night 'round the ole dinner table, the family decided to each describe ourselves in three words.  The first word I blurted out was

ORGANIZED

and Big and HM promptly started to laugh.  Loudly. 

Offended, I retorted that I WAS very organized.  The laughing turned to guffaws.

Big said, "This house?  It can be a MESS."

Yes, it can.  I argue that I am both organized AND messy.  A seeming contradiction, but, you can be both.  Everything may have a place. . . one just might not choose to put it there at a given time.  Ergo, mess.  Which can easily be remedied because I am so ORGANIZED.  

I long time ago, in a state far, far away, I was team-teaching with Organicsyes.  We had a reputation. . . .she was the creative one, and I was the organized one.  This used to make me bristle.  I was creative too! not really  But now, it looks like I have lost my organized rep altogether, despite my tireless not to mention successful! efforts at organizing CheekyMonkeydom.  Ah, well.  A prophet is never believed. . . or appreciated. . .in her hometown.  Or in her home, for that matter.

Sigh.  Off to organize a reading binder for Big and work on cleaning and organizing HM's office.  Just call me Rodney Dangerfield.  I mean, the Wrangler. 

A Noble Pursuit

Collecting words is a very, very noble pursuit.  I love words (evidenced here) and fervently wish my vocabulary was as big as a house.  My most prized possession?  The most romantic gift I have ever received from Head Monkey?

That's right.  The Oxford English Dictionary.

It sits proudly in my family room on. . . you guessed it. . . the dictionary table.  I have a piece of furniture for the dictionary.  I don't have a guest bed, but my dictionary has a place all its own.

Our own Tutcibachi has shared a website that showcases words that GASP! might be omitted from the venerable OED due to lack of use.  Logophiles, please do your part!  Go to the website and adopt a word today!

www.savethewords.org

Ode to My Nemesis

 
She hurts me.
And is a mean lady.
And makes me say

ow ow ow ow ow.