Mrs. CPA

It's all over but the crying

So November's posting every day was technically complete, but artistically it sucked.

The Thanksgiving stomach virus continues to rage on as do my non sleeping children. I'm exhausted AND I've lost 7 pounds.

It's only a four day work week this week for me and I get to go on the inaugural plane ride with Hudson and the boys on Saturday. I can't wait. Tim's already devising a plan on how to tattoo their pertinent information and my name and cell phone number on all of their bodies.

Maddie just ate an entire quesadilla for dinner. God, I hope she isn't the next stomach virus victim.

The gift that keeps on giving

Aparently our parting gift from Thanksgiving is a lovely stomach virus.

Delightful.

We're Rich!

We won $2 in the lottery.

Christmas is taken care of.

Internet-less

Tim is in the processes of hooking up our new TV so the router's unplugged. I sent him out to Best Buy this morning at the crack of ten o'clock to procure us a bohemth television, and the man who hates shopping with a white hot passion did it.

I love my husband.

Yes, everything was Beige and I took a giant nap

Did you know?

That Thanksgiving Eve, Halloween and Super Bowl Sunday are the biggest nights of the year for pizza places?

We contributed to the problem this year, and added margaritas.

Funeral Corn

I thought everyone knew our family recipe for Funeral corn.

Here it is!

Two cans of whole kernel corn, drained well
One 8 oz brick of cream cheese (don't buy the low fat stuff), cut up
3/4 stick of butter, cut up
sliced jalapenos to taste - make sure they are the pickled or nacho version. You DO NOT want full force in this.

Combine corn, cut up cream cheese, cut up butter and jalapenos to taste (I normally use 20 or so rings, people who don't like hot can pick around them, but they still leave a good flavor even if you don't eat them) in a casserole dish. Heat at 350-400 until all melted and combined. Take it out after about 20 minutes to stir. When everything is all melted and hot and bubbly, it's done.

It's called funeral corn because my mother used to always make it when someone died. The church ladies started calling it funeral corn because it never had a real name.

It really is delicious and super easy.

This Weekend

We rowed boats.
Fixed chairs.
Looked Cute.

And jumped.

It was marvelous.

What's for Thanksgiving lunch?

Fried turkey (pray for no fire trucks or ambulances)
Rice and green chilies
Dressing
Mashed potatoes
Green beans
Funeral corn
Broccoli
Chocolate cheese cake

Wine

I have seen the sparkles, and they were sparkley.

But somehow I was mistaken for a werewolf lover at the consession stand.