Miss Chomp’s Cookies

Been quite a while since this sweet little face has shown up here–right? Well, Miss Chomp and her cute friend Piper got the baking bug one day….and decided that a boat-load of Oatmeal Farm Cookies were in order.

Which, in my humble opinion–is ALWAYS a good idea!

And then they got real creative and added chocolate chips to the tops. Such a brilliant generation to compliment perfection. Heh, heh.

Pretty sure I’d buy anything these little cuties were selling–wouldn’t you?

Solid win.

I love you Miss Chompy!

 

Stained Glass Nativity

I finally finished my latest puzzle and I have to say….

I’m pretty sure it’s my favorite Christmas puzzle of all time.

The colors are so bright and happy and the finished project is positively stunning!

We took the decorations down a couple of weeks ago–

but I still can’t make myself put this last thing away.

It makes me smile every time I walk past it.

Someone asked me why I didn’t just glue it all together and hang it on the wall–but I can’t.

This puzzle is going to be worn out from being put together over and over and over again.

New Year’s Eve 2018-2019

 

On New Year’s Eve while the rest of the world is banging pans and watching that big shiny ball drop, we’re doing this stuff.

You know, hanging out and eating the most glorious food.

Fondue to be exact–cheese AND chocolate, because why on earth would you want to choose between the two?

Of course, we only invite the very best people.

We have chatty people.

We have munchie people.

We have video game people…

 

We have horn blowing people.

and people caught at a bad moment..

Heck, we even have…

… Babushka with us tonight. Heh, heh.

 

But best of all–we’ve got some of the sweetest, squishy-est baby lips on the face of the earth.

We’re lucky ducks over here all right.

Happy New Year!!!

My Cheeto Girl

If you’re a Cheetos connoisseur– like Miss H and I are, then you know there are many ways to eat them that are considered “proper” depending on the circumstance you find yourself in.

For instance, there is the dainty “Nibble, nibble,” most often used to avoid embarrassment at large gatherings, where people insist on talking to you, even when your mouth is full.

Then, there is the the voracious “Starved Wolf,” made popular at family barbecues when the chips are out but the meat is still frozen.

And who can forget the Cheeto-fangs-beat-plastic-fangs “Vampire,” method seen at scout camps and sleepovers for the last four decades?

You’re on your own to visualize these particular techniques. Sorry.

One of my personal favorites, as our girl here is demonstrating, is the “Seagull” technique. You know, an actual Cheeto in one hand and the other–and entire ARM, if possible–securely poised in the bag, making it impossible for anyone to take what is rightfully yours. Somewhere off in the distance I hear those charming aquatic birds squawking, “Mine-mine-mine-mine-mine-minemineminemineminemine…”

Hey. A fresh bag of Cheetos can do that to a person.

Creepy Little Things

I used to positively adore seeing Blue Jays. We never saw them when I was growing up in Los Angeles, and then very rarely ever saw them in Utah. So then when they started showing up–we all got really excited. They really are a beautiful bird to look at–until you get to know them.

What I didn’t know, was that they are not very friendly things and they don’t work and play well with others. In fact, when Blue Jays show up–most of the other birds leave. Not because they can’t share space and trees and food with the Blue Jays but because the Jays chase them off. They are a predatory bunch and will raid the nests of other birds and destroy the eggs or anything else they find to make the sparrows and robins pack up and go. Makes me really kinda mad, to be honest.

In fact, I’ve had the sweetest little sparrow family right under these eves that have built their nest in the framework for as long as I’ve been here. But see this little creep? He is trying to run them out.

I’ve banged on the window and hollered at him and he just looks at me like a naughty kid, saying “Whaaaat?”

So you know, right after I took this last picture I grabbed a broom and headed out to the porch.

Showed him what.