


This is my family in 1984.(At least that's what I figure. Taylor is a baby, he looks about 8 months here right?) I actually think this might be Christmas Eve, but it looks Thanksgiving-ish right? The turkey, rolls, sweet potatoes. Mom sure knew how to make the holidays special, we didn't always have extended family around to celebrate with, but she went all out anyway.
Yesterday, I made the traditional frozen German's Sweet Chocolate Pie. I am spending Thanksgiving with my husband's family this year, but I am pretty sure I am not the only Whitney who is going to eat this best ever chocolate pie today.
My List of things I am thankful for:
Not necessarily in that order, and especially number 13.
I'm sure I will think of many more things throughout the day!
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble!!!

This is when my Breaking Dawn arrived in the mail.This was on my birthday when we went to get our books signed by Stephenie Meyer.
And that my friends, is my obligatory Twilight Movie Post. Why haven't you done yours yet?

8 Things that happened yesterday
8 Favorite Places to Eat
8 Things I look forward to:
8 things on my wishlist:
8 people I tag:
Do it or don't whatever!

We have lived here for a little over two years. For five years before that, we lived in a bonafide rat hole. 
Most of the time, my house is messy and cluttered. But when it is clean and the sun is shinning , my home sings!(No really it does!)



But here, we have great neighbors. Kelly, the one with the cheesy grin, once ran across the street like a little girl to eat cupcakes with my parents and I for my daughter's birthday. She regaled us with her breast implant story(s). The look on my Dad's face was awesome. (My husband did traumatize Mary, our closest neighbor to the west, our first morning here, but that is a story for another post.)
(And in case you were wondering if my little boy ever wears pants, the answer is no, not very often.)
So if Tyler Thigpen keeps playing the way he has the last two previous games, we might actually pull out some wins this season. Hey, a girl can hope....GO CHIEFS!!!!!!
Every night at around 8pm, I announce, " K, it's time for bed !" and my 8 yr old (who we now consider to be autistic) ...