Today...?

I keep saying it's my favourite show... Modern Family, yet somehow I care enough to always miss it. Although today I've been confused as to what day it actually is all day long long. I've said
"see you tomorrow! yeah, friday...so tomorrow?" twice.
And "this is what we normally do on Tuesdays"
and "so maybe on the 5th....whaddya mean today?"

I blame it on going out to dinner Monday night. I mean, who does that?
That lopsided my whole week.
Maybe I'll call tomorrow Saturday and call it good?

Confession

Crime: The tree is up and decorated.
I cleaned first, of course.
I haven't totally moved away from mother's teachings. You have to clean before you decorate. That's the rule. And one I follow, none the less. Just like you brush after you eat (new studies on that, please be quiet..)
I may be putting my tree up 24 days too early. But my bathroom is clean, my floors vaccuumed and I dusted the side table before putting that decorative green and red table cloth on it.
Plea: So, you see mom... I am not breaking all the rules.

I'm starting to feel the feeling

I think this weekend will be partially devoted to Christmas decorations.
By American standards that is definitely not too early.
By Swedish standards, it's kinda early.
And by my mom's standards it's "have I taught you nothing?!?" early.

This just in

I'm in love with Tina Fey. When I grow up (don't hold your breath on that one) I want to be just like her.

Driving

As we were wrapping up breakfast at the Kneadery, downtown Ketchum this morning, also wrapping up a 4 day Thanksgiving ski weekend, and were getting ready to hit the road back to Pokey, Dylan turns to me and goes
“are you driving?”
and I say
“sure… you want me to?”
and then  I didn’t drive at all. I hardly ever do. He just always has to say that to make me feel like I’m this luxury passenger while he’s driving Miss Daisy and working harder than a coal miner.  

Getting soft

Ok fine, I guess it can't hurt....here we go

I am thankful for:
- My job. I know it's just a job, but 40 hours a week adds up to a good chunk of your life. And if you spend all that time being miserable, you should really ask yourself whether it's worth it. I don't love my job, but I do like it. Not everybody is that fortunate.
- My family. The one at home I miss so terribly but that still respects and supports me in living so far from them. And the one I married into who has taken me in with open arms and hearts and made life away from home still feel like home..
- My friends, near and far, old ones and new, for making me feel accepted, liked, supported and all that good stuff.
- And Dylan, of course. For sticking with me through thick and thin. For loving me even when I feel like I don't deserve it. For keeping me grounded when I loose sight of what actually matters. For being my partner in a pretty freaking good marriage.

So yeah. That's what I'm thankful for.

my 2 cents

I can't get behind marshmallows on food.
Or nutmeg.
I hate nutmeg.
We had a feast of a Thanksgiving dinner last night, early I know... but whatevs. And it was all delicious and all... I ate too much and everything else that you're supposed to do and it was great and fun and slightly nauseating.
Just like it's meant to be.
But ok, so the marshmallows.
I like sweet potatoes. Fried, baked, whatever... but cooked with salt. And served with salty, or at least not sweet, condiments.
Sugar, cinnamon, marshmallows... no, not on food.
That's just too weird.