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There's no Christmas in the Army, Captain...

Okay, so this is what I did this morning (while it was still dark out, I might add)...

What do you mean, "What is it?!"
It's a winterized/Christmas-infused/fa-la-la-la-la angel food cake, of course!

Now, don't you feel just plain ridiculous?
... I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the majority of my baking endeavors end up looking like a 1st grader's cooking project (you know, when Mom's not looking). It's... charming in its own way, right? Maybe? Presentation aside, I'm sure it'll be tasty. How could it not be with all the abundance of love I put into it, not to mention the obscene amount of sugar I blessed it with?! It's Christmas. Anything goes at Christmas. The more sparkles, sprinkles and color the better, says I.
Speaking of colors and shimmery things, can I just say how amazingly blessed I am? At night, when I'm awakened by the baby moving, my aching legs or my husband's snoring, I can't help but recognize how…

This, that and the other...

I had forgotten how much I love Little Debbie Christmas cakes, but then I impulse-bought a box this afternoon and remembered.  The only downside?  They are packaged in sets of two, which means I am faced with this great dilema every time I meander over to the pantry:  do I consume both of them myself, in a fit of utter delight and gluttony?  But if I do, how do I handle the pesky obligatory feeling to share one of them with my husband?  Why can't some things just be easy?!
On other notes, I think it's completely wrong to be wide awake at 3 a.m. nearly every morning.  My friend, Shauna, informed me that she feels pregnancy-insomnia is God's way of preparing us women for all the sleep we will lose out on once the baby arrives.  I keep trying to remember that and am searching for a way to be thankful for the preparation.  I'm a pretty optimistic person, but trying to be "happy" that I'm all alert and thoughtful when I should be unconscious is proving to be a …

Whatever is True

I really love my husband.You don’t understand… he’s just such a good man.  Not a stereotypical “nice” guy.  Not a macho-man that throws his weight around.  He’s thoughtful without being stifling, funny without being obnoxious and genuine without any sense of pretense.  Tonight I was reminded just what a good man I have been blessed with… and all because he noticed that his mother was staying up late simply to open the dishwasher to air things out.  No one else paid any attention and Aaron said to me, “Laura, go tell her to go to bed.  We can open it up.”  Such a simple act and yet none of us, but him, had considered it.  We’re all tired, zoned out and jacked up on too much pie.  And while he is just as tired and just as full bellied as the rest of us, he notices.  He’s aware.  That is one thing I’ve always said that I loved initially about him: he pays attention.  On our second date we were talking and I remember, resisting the urge to hold hands and I don’t know how we got on the top…

Remember Beads

I hate puzzles.  I think they’re tedious and needlessly stressful.  I try to do the “easy” part of putting the border together and quickly lose interest and focus.  Doing a puzzle feels like some form of cruel and unusual punishment.  I think I’ve always felt this way.  Well, except for maybe the clown puzzles we had in the nursery at church.  Those were awesome.  Someone had made them and I know that sounds like a bad idea, but they were wonderful.  And they weren’t stressful at all.  Maybe because each piece was like the size of my head and there were ten pieces or less versus 1,000+.  I wish I had those puzzles.I’m currently seated in my father in-law’s recliner while “A Night at the Museum”plays on the TV that no one is watching.  Everyone is engrossed in round two of the game, “Ticket to Ride” (fabulous game, by the way!)  I contributed to the first go ’round, but this pesky leg pain (ie: pregnancy induced sciatica) forced me to move from the dining room to a more comfy seating a…

Gratitude Attitude

“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them,
is the true measure of our thanksgiving.” ~ W.T. Purkiser
I am admitedly a glass half full kind of girl.  Always have been.  Hopefully always will be.  I frequently list out daily praises and I genuinely enjoy digging through my past so that I am made aware of God’s grace and mercy to me over this relatively brief life.  I’ve been teased more times than I can count for my sunny disposition and how “happy” I am.  Let me tell you, as much as my God-given personality plays into my outlook on life, the bigger truth is that I’ve made a choice to recognize blessings.For the longest time, on my parent’s fridge, there was this little poem about how our attitude affects our lives.  I think my Dad had brought it from work… I think I recall him saying someone he worked with had been handing them out.  I don’t remember the entire message of it (I would if I saw it, though!) but in essence, the point was that it’s not about what happens to y…

Hear me...

There is nothing wrong with a frozen pizza.  Honestly, there just isn’t.  Get over the guilt, visit the frozen food section of your local grocer and go hog wild.  Okay, maybe not hog wild, but once in awhile, it’s okay to “cheat”.  Tonight I gleefully served up a pizza from the freezer to my husband and he was as happy as could be.  We are partial to Tombstone’s Garlic Bread Crust variety (and the price puts the Pizza Hut delivery boy to shame!) and it was the perfect accompaniment to an evening full of Friday night football watching.So, I hereby release you from the confines of June Cleaver’s apron strings.I am not yet so accomplished that I can pull five random ingredients, throw them in a pan and make my husband cry tears of thankfulness and inspire accolades from our neighbors.  Yet.  My mother, after nearly 30 years of marriage is one of these rare individuals and I have high hopes for my own future abilities.  Mother began her married life with a cook book entitled, “How to Boil…