Holidays

I love the holidays.  Time with family, good food, what's not to love?  This year, Rusty and my uncle played some Venezuelan holiday music together...

we enjoyed the world's best Thanksgiving dinner.  never have I ever had turkey as good as my mom's...

we accompanied my sister on some Black Friday shopping (and did a bit of our own).  In all, it's a fun time, but it's very strange.

AND... we helped the Reconquista effort at the opening party for 2nd Colima location--the Wambranos hands-down favorite Lewisville Taqueria (the original is at Corporate and 35 at the Valero and the second one is at Fox and 35 at the Shell).  Woot.

Surviving Sans Husband Week - Part Deux,
MJ

Sans Husband Week, Part One

Lawry is teaching for Kaplan e'ery night this week, so this little lump of love and I are keeping each other company in the evenings.  We celebrated the downpour of rain with a fresh walk around the block and then she snuggled herself in on top papers I was grading... Lawry and I often think she's saying "You're not doing anything right now, right?  You don't mind if I sit on this stack o' papers right here?  What if I try to rest my head between your hand and your keyboard?"

Thankfully, she's easy to pick up and move... and she's so darn cute.

Hoping the rain keeps coming,
MJ and Michelle Norris

November 12, 2011

Great weekend.  Lawry did a guitar dance of celebration.

Since Lawry has to teach EVERY night this week, we had a cooking fest in Unit D of the fourplex.  We made cranberry sauce (1 bag o berries, 1 cup o sugar, 1 cup o water, and then whatever flavor stuff you want... we added orange zest and rummy rum rum), our own CHICKEN STOCK (call me MJ Stewart), andddddd... my biggest (somewhat) success this weekend...

CARAMEL APPLES!!!!

We made these for the neighborhood block party that our fourplex hosted  (ok, really, our friends in Unit C and their bible study did all the work)...

STILL waiting for fall (and rain),

MJ

Fort Parker State Park

We went camping this weekend with our college friends and it was a blast!  Fort Parker State Park is right near Old Fort Parker where Cynthia Parker was abducted and became a Comanche Indian--I read the book in 7th grade!
After camping, hiking, bocce ball playing and the like, Rusty and I cooked up some frito pie for the gang...  Russell apparently thought it was very serious business, this frito pie of ours...

We (Shelly included) were cold on Friday night, but our little tent was pretty warm and we're excited about going again... but maybe not until next spring

Still celebrating fall's arrival,
MZW