the white chocolate buckeyes
but damn, they look good
Here’s a 1:34 video about our sock monkey business. Please watch it.
He has yellow eyes! So, help me, God! Yellow eyes!
I announced a giveaway
that many entered
all of you to win a prize,
but I can’t, so, um…
chosen randomly, but still
Congratulations, Kate! You’ve won the Laurie Berkner Band Goodie Bag that includes:
* A copy of the their new CD ‘ROCKETSHIP RUN’
* 3 Book Titles by Laurie Berkner
* And an official T-shirt from the band!
Congratulations First Prize Winners! You’ve won a copy of ROCKETSHIP RUN on CD!
Thanks to all who entered!
Winners, I’ve e-mailed each of you. Please respond (admin at mymommysplace.com) with your mailing address to receive your prize!
to enter to win a prize
Laurie Berkner, yo
I don’t like to brag, but – oh hell, who am I kidding? I do like to brag. Probably because I’m a screw up a lot of the time, so when I do something good, I like to glorify it. Technically, that’s bragging, but ugh! What an ugly word. Let’s just start calling it personal positive reinforcement. Mmkay? Alright. So, here’s a little PPR:
I made the most delicious all from scratch Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. Truly. It was a personal best. I actually peeled the potatoes, cooked them and mashed them by hand. Ditto the stuffing, the broccoli casserole, the bread, the noodles – okay, my mom made the noodles, but I boiled them and added fresh herbs that I chopped up myself.
The thing I’m saying is, there were no prepackaged from a bag or a box just add water kind of dishes on our table. It was all fresh and made from scratch. SCRATCH!
Oh, and I brined my turkey, like last year, which we all know means I prepared this meal for days. (I wasn’t able to snap a picture of the bird before the family started ripping it apart and jamming it in their faceholes. You can look at last year’s turkey via the linky part of the previous sentence to get an idea. Except, instead of stuffing it with, um, stuffing, this year I stuffed it with apples and rosemary. So, look at the photo and imagine apples and rosemary where the stuffing is.)
This is a huge milestone for me. I’m like a real grown-up, especially because, after all the preparation and hard work, I did not pig out. I showed enormous restraint. I sampled every dish, but simply sampled. I had one small portion of each item. And a piece of pumpkin pie. That was it. I didn’t go back for seconds. I didn’t even eat the Cool Whip straight out of the container, like usual. And when I woke up this morning, I didn’t have pie for breakfast.
In summation, I am the embodiment of hearth. Also, fortitude.
*end bragging *end personal positive reinforcement