Fa La La La La, La La La La....
Is Christmas really only a month and a bit away? It's hard to believe it's coming around already. I mean, I know it's coming, and I've even done some Christmassy things. I've bought a few gifts, done a little decorating, gone out to some Christmassy events. But really, I think, if I counted right, it's only 33 days away!
Of that 33 days I have 12 days that I have hockey, 10 days that W. has hockey, 7 days where we have to go watch hockey. Obviously, some of those all fall on the same day, but seriously, 27 hockey games in the next 33 days? WHEN AM I GOING TO GET READY FOR CHRISTMAS???? No really, when?
I have 14 people still left to buy Christmas gifts for, a Christmas movie night to plan, baking to do, decorating to get done, Christmas trees to cut down. Not to mention that we still haven't finished unpacking the new house.
Woo-ee, December is going be one fun month. Good thing I just made a new batch of wine. I think I'm going to need it.
Showing posts with label Wine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wine. Show all posts
Monday, November 20, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Woes
So this being a homeowner business is darn hard on the bank account. Ouchie, says my bank account. W. is not going to be very happy when we don't get to do ANYTHING for the whole rest of the winter because of the distinct lack of money. We really need to get rid of some bills so that we can at least have a bit of extra spending money. After Christmas, we'll be doing some serious bill-paying-off. There won't be choice in THAT matter, that's for sure. I'm going to be getting rid of at least two bills right quick. Even if it means being completely broke for a few months. That'll be an extra 300.00 in our bank accounts every month, that can go right back on some other bills.
Oh, I hate money. Hate it hate it hate it. We make a good living between us, we just need to get that pesky spending under control. I really want to do some horse shows this year and hit OKC in October. Then I guess it might be baby time. Ack. But if we're going to do it, I guess we have to do it soon. We're getting old....
Is it too early for a glass of wine?
Oh, I hate money. Hate it hate it hate it. We make a good living between us, we just need to get that pesky spending under control. I really want to do some horse shows this year and hit OKC in October. Then I guess it might be baby time. Ack. But if we're going to do it, I guess we have to do it soon. We're getting old....
Is it too early for a glass of wine?
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Cold!
I think that Fall is here. I know! I know... September 22 or whatever, but up until this weekend, it's kind of felt like Summer was really never going to end.
But, it finally did and it was perfect.
The air was crisp and cold, with that hint of wood smoke. The leaves were at the perfect stage, most of them still on the trees, but enough on the ground to make a wonderful yellow blanket on the trail. We were bundled up in our fleece and down and gloves and it was wonderful.
We rode for a couple hours. The horses were frisky, and you could see their breath puffing out in front of them. Never an ear dropped - it was cool enough and there was enough of a breeze that they were looking, looking, looking the whole time.
And the wine, oh, the wine. What better way to spend a day than riding a group of gorgeous horses and ending up at a winery for a tasting, and of course a buying, and then riding back home for a yummy fall dinner.
It just doesn't get better than this.
But, it finally did and it was perfect.
The air was crisp and cold, with that hint of wood smoke. The leaves were at the perfect stage, most of them still on the trees, but enough on the ground to make a wonderful yellow blanket on the trail. We were bundled up in our fleece and down and gloves and it was wonderful.
We rode for a couple hours. The horses were frisky, and you could see their breath puffing out in front of them. Never an ear dropped - it was cool enough and there was enough of a breeze that they were looking, looking, looking the whole time.
And the wine, oh, the wine. What better way to spend a day than riding a group of gorgeous horses and ending up at a winery for a tasting, and of course a buying, and then riding back home for a yummy fall dinner.
It just doesn't get better than this.
Monday, August 21, 2006
If this was a real fire, you'd be dead by now!
So we're sitting there after work, drinking a lovely, cold glass of wine (oh, how I love you wine....) when all of a sudden the fire alarm goes off. So we sit there for a minute, have another sip or two and look at each other. I ponder outloud, "I wonder if that's our fire alarm from the heat or if it's the building alarm?". Off the couch we get, W. checks the fire alarm, while I check the hallway (quick note: I did remember to touch the door to see if it was hot before I opened it - points for me!!! Yay!). Sure enough, it was the building alarm.
We jump into action, "Where's the cat?" I yell as I'm digging through the junk drawer looking for his (small dog size) harness. W. runs into the bedroom where the cat is hiding under the bed. First sign of strange noise, he immediately runs under the bed. I try and grab him from one side and he slithers away from me. W. tries from the other, succeeds for a minute, but the cat slithers out of his grip too and runs for the living room.
"Shut the door so he can't get back in there!", as I dash to the living room. The cat's hiding behind the chair. Then he makes the mad dash behind the couch. Finally I get him cornered behind the entertainment stand. I'm a little stressed by now and my hands are shaking, so I'm having a bit of trouble getting the harness done up, the fur keeps getting stuck and I can't get it done up.
"If this was a real fire, you'd be dead by now!" W. yells from the other side of the TV. Thanks, that's really lowering my stress level.
Finally, I get the harness on the cat and we head out the door. "Grab my purse and the keys". Why we need keys to get back into the building which may burn down, I don't know. Not to mention the fact that we didn't even lock the door.
We get into the hallway, and the cat freaks out from the louder noise. He's so scared that he has a little accident as we're walking down the stairs. Poor guy :(
Finally we get outside and onto the grass across from the building. We sit down and the cat lays there and moans his sad, pitiful little moans. Then the firetrucks pull up. And the fun starts anew. He leaps around a bit, tries to get off his harness and we end up at the bottom of the hill sitting on our neighbours back porch. The cat finally made himself comfy under my legs and we sat there waiting for the firemen to give the all clear.
By this point we figured that it wasn't anything real serious, as half the firemen stayed in the trucks and only a couple went inside. We sat there thinking of all the things inside that maybe we should have grabbed, like the wedding pictures and a few other things.
Then suddenly I remember my wine! "What if the firemen drink my wine????"
Once we got the all clear and got the cat back in the house, that was the first thing I checked. And no, the firemen didn't drink my wine. Thank goodness.
We jump into action, "Where's the cat?" I yell as I'm digging through the junk drawer looking for his (small dog size) harness. W. runs into the bedroom where the cat is hiding under the bed. First sign of strange noise, he immediately runs under the bed. I try and grab him from one side and he slithers away from me. W. tries from the other, succeeds for a minute, but the cat slithers out of his grip too and runs for the living room.
"Shut the door so he can't get back in there!", as I dash to the living room. The cat's hiding behind the chair. Then he makes the mad dash behind the couch. Finally I get him cornered behind the entertainment stand. I'm a little stressed by now and my hands are shaking, so I'm having a bit of trouble getting the harness done up, the fur keeps getting stuck and I can't get it done up.
"If this was a real fire, you'd be dead by now!" W. yells from the other side of the TV. Thanks, that's really lowering my stress level.
Finally, I get the harness on the cat and we head out the door. "Grab my purse and the keys". Why we need keys to get back into the building which may burn down, I don't know. Not to mention the fact that we didn't even lock the door.
We get into the hallway, and the cat freaks out from the louder noise. He's so scared that he has a little accident as we're walking down the stairs. Poor guy :(
Finally we get outside and onto the grass across from the building. We sit down and the cat lays there and moans his sad, pitiful little moans. Then the firetrucks pull up. And the fun starts anew. He leaps around a bit, tries to get off his harness and we end up at the bottom of the hill sitting on our neighbours back porch. The cat finally made himself comfy under my legs and we sat there waiting for the firemen to give the all clear.
By this point we figured that it wasn't anything real serious, as half the firemen stayed in the trucks and only a couple went inside. We sat there thinking of all the things inside that maybe we should have grabbed, like the wedding pictures and a few other things.
Then suddenly I remember my wine! "What if the firemen drink my wine????"
Once we got the all clear and got the cat back in the house, that was the first thing I checked. And no, the firemen didn't drink my wine. Thank goodness.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
What's that? Busy... Oh yes
Apparently I suck at this posting business, but the busy, it reigns! It's one thing after another these days. Get up, go to work, go to the gym, back to work some more. Then there's the making dinner and the walking and the cleaning and the laundry and the riding and the hockey. The hockey is like an addiction these days. If it's not the NHL (Woo Oilers!) it's the Memorial cup and whatever else in between we can find. A constant non-stop hockey fest! But after tomorrow that should slow down and oooh, then the riding ramps back up for the weekend! A whole weekend of lessons and horses and wine. YAY!
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