Computer's still broken. So is George Jetson. I'm NOT a fan of Honda today.

Hopefully my laptop will be fixed and back Mon or Tues. Until then joy to the world!

There's 9 inches of snow on the ground outside my house! Seriously!!!

I just finished breakfast, and need to get cleaned up and ready to go. I've got tons of presents to wrap (still). But I decided to forgo the trek to Richmond to pick up the TV console table I bought (that we tried to pick up last week, but when I asked them to open the box so I could inspect it before accepting it, found it had a HUGE chunk broken out of it) due to the snowstorm. They've engaged the National Guard for a State of Emergency, and even I know that means I should stay home. Living in Alaska taught me that 4-wheel drive is really only 4-wheel GO, and that no matter how big your truck is, NOBODY has 4-wheel STOP.

But, I am trekking so far as to see PB and The Force, who have already held multiple snowball fights in my absence, and attempted to build the world's biggest snowman. Now The Force is working on making Santa some Christmas presents to put in a box. His own idea.

Guess I'd better get crack'a'lackin'. There's a lot of snow to clean off that truck. Pictures to follow!!!

There's a post at the bottom of all the pictures... seriously.

These have to be two of the world's craziest statues.

This one, a little too much love between the frog the turtle.

And really, who decided it was time to Bedazzle the Laughing Budda? Seriously?

I'm not so excited by the idea of hanging my stockings by the chimney, even with care (and it's a gas log fireplace anyway) so they're hung from the Spiderman room entry.

And finally, a little festive garland and lighting for the spiral staircase!

Edit: Posted without pictures 'cause Blogger's being an asshat, so you'll have to look above to see them!!!

My seester warned me. Actually, she warned me, and Shawn SCREAMED in the background. TheKnot.com is the devil. Amanda told me not to let it make me cry, and Shawn yelled that it's run by Satan and the Webmaster is Rush Limbaugh.

The day I registered I was 57 items behind scheduled. According to TheKnot.com, I was 6 months behind schedule the day I got engaged. Fabulous. So I've been a wee bit busy trying to catch up. I'm now 56 1/2 items behind schedule. Jason's got his half of the guest list complete. Mine is "mostly" complete. Whatever. One friend pointed out that I'm a 4th-quarter kind of quarterback. It's true.

Work's been intermittently busy and not so busy. Such is the way in healthcare. It's given me time to shop and decorate the house for Christmas, which totally snuck up on me this year. Between the whole apartment el flameado, moving into the new house, going to Aiken for Gram's 80th birthday, spending a weekend at a continuing education class, and having Thanksgiving here, Christmas has just kind of shown up without much time for proper pomp and circumstance! (I mean, I'm still working on finding the right spot for a lot of stuff around here, and putting the final touches on things. And let's not forget the fact I haven't finished putting up the curtains and just started pinning the thermal backings on them... Oh, and George Jetson has to make ANOTHER mid-week trip to the dealer (an hour away) to get fixed because "warranty work" doesn't get done there on Saturdays...) But now it's looking more festive around here. I've got a tree up and decorated, garland on the spiral staircase, lighted garland on the lightpole at the head of the driveway and on the porch... and an Otis in a Box. It's his favorite spot.

The best possible way to have Thanksgiving in your new house with your new fiance and his entire family is to let your mother do all the work. Seriously.

It was not the plan, you see, but it is what happened. I worked longer than I thought I would need to on Wednesday. Mom had made pumpkin cupcakes and cream cheese frosting (though not fully assembled) while Dad did phase 1 of the cat-in-the-wall patch. I came home at 4 to meet PB and The Force at my house so The Force could finish assembly on the cupcakes. Well, it turned out he wasn't too interested, but did manage to put M&Ms on 3 before throwing in the towel and just eating the M&Ms. He watched a little television, did a little Spiderman training, and then was off.

Mom, Dad, and I went to dinner. I ran back to work to finish up and make my annual benefits elections (which had to be done by 11/30, and what were the chances I could get them done on a Monday morning when 48% of the other employees of the hospital system were also trying?)

Anyway, after having bought a sh*t load of groceries earlier in the week, then working more than I thought I would have to, Mom just kind of took over. She's good at these kinds of things.

I came to the kitchen on Thanksgiving morning, and I swear Mom had sprouted 4 extra arms. She was whisking, frying, stirring, greasing, bagging and stuffing simultaneously. Dad helped me hang a curtain rod over the big window that was left (the smallers had to wait). In the end, I cut the broccoli.

I invited everyone to my house for Thanksgiving dinner, let my Mom do all the work, and I cut the broccoli.

At least I didn't cut the cheese.

How to get breakfast for dinner on Friday, and breakfast for breakfast on Saturday... This will be even better when it's not done by phone texting!

Funny: Leading The Force in a revolt to demand more pancakes and bacon in our lives.

Funnier: Getting The Force to free-style his pancake and bacon demands during the revolt.

Funniest: The Force going off on his own foot-stomping, fist-shaking tirade demanding more pancakes and bacon. Hee hee!