…and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care…
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there! (Not to worry, we’ll take care of the fire prior to his arrival!)
…and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care…
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there! (Not to worry, we’ll take care of the fire prior to his arrival!)
I love reading. I’ve been a “reader” since a very young age. I love it when I get caught up in a book and the main character’s problems become things I simply have to solve. I can’t go to sleep when the bad guy is moments away from hurting the good guy. And nothing makes me happier than when I see one of my students beginning to embrace books the way I do.
I tell you that to tell you this….
A few of my students have gotten REALLY into Accelerated Reader this year. I normally am not a huge fan of the program, but its motivating them to read, so who am I to argue?! We just finished reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume. It’s a wonderful book written about a boy named Peter Hatcher and his little brother Fudge. It’s written in the first person, so the reader is supposed to believe that Peter wrote the book.
Today, as one of my favorite little readers was going to take the AR test on the book, she decided to look it up by author. She tried typing “Judy Blume” first, which didn’t work because it’s in by last name first. So as I’m walking over to help her find the book, she’s typing in “Peter Hatcher” as the author.
And it’s moments like that remind me why I became a teacher.
I missed posting my thankfuls this week, so I just had to take the time tonight to post a great big THANKFUL for my friends tonight.
When Andrew and I moved to Virginia, I was very concerned that I wouldn’t make good friends here. I’ve always lived in NC and have been very dependent on friends I have known for a long time. It worried me that I’d be moving away from them…would I be able to keep in touch and see them and know what was going on in their lives? Would I be able to make new friends to share dinners with and craft with? It sounds silly looking back now, but it was a serious concern three years ago.
I’m lucky to still call people I’ve known since I was 8, and since I was 18 best friends. I’m even more fortunate that I continue to make friends whom I know I will be able to still call friends in 20 years.
Thank you all for being there for me.
Thank you for sharing your wonderful news with me.
Thank you for your understanding.
Thank you for your friendship.
We had a WONDERFUL day here at the East Coast Eckert’s house! I even have PROOF!
I got up this morning and started making dinner rolls. They’re the pioneer woman’s recipe. They are seriously yummy. Don’t believe me? See for yourself.
Still don’t believe me? Try them yourself. They do take awhile to make, but they’re super simple. Its just time spent watching dough rise, or grass grow, or paint dry….whichever is your preference really.
Then I got the turkey into the turkey slow-cooker-roaster contraption (BEST $20 spent EVER.) with help from this lady:
And then mom and I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon preparing the rest of the feast. Andrew and Dad watched the Packers and Lions play. Andrew (obviously) pulled for the Packers (or he’d be disowned by his family). Dad (obviously) pulled for the lions (just to make Andrew mad).
I present (drum roll, please)….the feast!
Now, I should mention at this point that there were only four of us….
There was turkey! (This is only half the turkey…)
Sweet potato casserole (I think of you every year BFF) and greens!
Grape Something! (Yes, something. Don’t question. It’s delicious.)
And dressing. Dear goodness how I love dressing. I wait for Thanksgiving every year for the dressing.
The dressing comes with a bit of a story that I feel is worth telling. You see, its my dad’s mom’s recipe. Well, mostly. When dad grew up and got interested in having the recipe, he asked his mom. To put it simply, there was no recipe. It was one of those “a little of this, a little of that, mix it until it looks right, put it in the oven and cook it” kind of recipes. So my parents spent a LOT of years trying to duplicate it. From what I hear, it was quite the ordeal. And it must have been, considering the top of the recipe I’ve been handed says “1996, This is it!” Yeah, that’s a lot of years of trial and error. And then today I’m making the dressing with supervision. Biscuits cooked from scratch yesterday? Check. Stick of butter? Check. Wait. Why does the recipe just say “celery” and “onions?” How much? In what order am I mixing these ingredients? Have I been tricked?! I’m pretty sure it was dad that tricked me. Look at this tricky guy!
But not so fast. I’ve now written things down. I have measurements. And let me tell you, this batch was a huge success.
We had a great time cooking. And now we better equally enjoy eating leftovers. Some of those dishes still looked EXACTLY like that when we slid them into the refrigerator after our meal.
Nutty’s pleased with the idea of us sharing those leftovers….
(Truthfully in this picture, he appears to be saying “what in the world are you doing mom”…but we’ll ignore that…)
We are truly thankful for all of the wonderful people in our lives. We’ve said it a thousand times this year, and we’ll keep saying it…we don’t know how we would have made it through this year still smiling without the love and support of our friends and family. So we now present to you our cheesiest Thanksgiving grins. You only have yourselves to blame.
Happy Thanksgiving :-)
Happy
Well, this week marks the 236th birthday of the Marine Corps. And this weekend, Andrew and I got to drive to Richmond to partake in drinks and food to honor the organization that both protects this great nation and provides my household with paychecks. Two thumbs up on both fronts there. Though I had severe blogger fail in that I didn’t manage to get someone to take a picture of us that showed more than just our faces (don’t worry, we got pictures taken, I just don’t have them yet…you’ll see them eventually) for now, you get this recap of the event.
Good planning: Plenty of places to buy drink tickets and plenty of places to get drinks.
Bad planning: One very long line to get pictures taken.
Good planning: A seating chart to make sure everyone knows where to go…all 2,500 of us.
Bad planning: No name tags to tell us where to sit when we got there…
Good planning: A decently good speaker and video birthday message from the Commandant.
Bad planning: Long pause prior to the speaker that caused all of the newbies to the ball to believe it would be okay for them to get up and go to the bathroom. Believe me when I tell you, it’s not okay to get out of your seat just before a Lieutenant General takes the podium to speak.
And now…a few pictures.
As I’m trying to get the right one….
Look up high! (this will prevent double chins….good plan!)
(oh wait, I look drunk…bad plan….)
Take 2: Look straight ahead.
Not bad, not bad.
Take 3: At this point, there had to be a “down low” picture!
Right, I knew I couldn’t get him to smile for three in a row.
Wait! Look at the table! Dessert is already there. So we won’t eat dinner until 9…but we could steal everyone’s dessert….
Okay let’s be honest about the kind of party people we are. We want to drink, eat, be merry and then head on back to our hotel room to watch Big Bang Theory. Is the merriment done yet?!
Hope you had a great weekend :-)
So I've been a terrible blogger lately. There's been too much to do and not enough time to do it. So you're going to get all the pictures from my camera since....well, school started. Don't judge.
We have to go WAY back to begin. My BFF, KP, came to visit to go see the Brad Paisley concert. We had a fabulous time. Here’s a few pictures to prove it:
Let it be known that KP and I have known each other since we were in third grade and since that time she has made fun of my typically photogenic nature. Let it also be known that these were the only two pictures I could find from the night where I liked how I looked. Let it also be known that KP looks GREAT in ALL of the pictures we took.
Ace loves Brad Paisley, so he was quite the content guy. I considered editing out the drink in my hand before posting, but instead I’ve decided to trust that you won’t judge. Besides, it could be a can of apple juice. You don’t KNOW. I’m not showing the label.
Fast forward slightly. Ace ran a triathlon. I posted a little about it, but never got the pictures up. Well here they are:
Part 1: The swim.
And then the transition. (Have you SEEN the man I get to be married to?!)
Part 2: The bike ride
Then a transition again:
Part 3: Run Andrew, Run!
Big Finish!
Okay. So. Fast foward a little. Last weekend was the Marine Corps Marathon and 10k. Andrew ran the marathon because he ROCKS! Sara and I ran the 10k because we rock. (Note the difference in emphasis there. You get extra capitals and exclamation points for a marathon!) I took exactly one picture. (Bad bad blogger.)
It. Was. Cold. We were literally telling ourselves that the faster we ran the faster we got to get back in our sweat pants and sweat shirts. And oh. my. goodness. What good friends we have. Ben, TJ and Melissa came out to support us runners. It was cold, it was an early day, and they were TROOPERS. Thank you thank you to them!
(Thank you also to the people who took these photos…it almost makes up for my lack of pictures….)
And then it was Halloween.
Ben won. By far.
But our pirate family was way cute.
(Notice the, “Excuse me. What are you doing to me?” face.)
Happy Weekend!