Thanksgiving with the Moots

Let me just say Thanksgiving is not Thanksgiving without some cold weather. Hot, humid weather is soooo not what I envision for a turkey dinner. I mean, it's just strange to be wiping sweat from my brow while passing the gravy?

We celebrated Thanksgiving at the Moots' house and my oh my was the food delicious. Papa Steve sure can fry up a turkey! I ate two huge plates of pretty much just starches. Yummy....my kinda meal.

We did our best to get a photo for our Christmas cards, but for some reason, it just wasn't happening for us. The only one of us who was taking good pictures was Lexie! Isn't it ridiculous that she just rolls outta bed that cute?

Here are a few that may make the cut.

Isn't it funny that the day AFTER Thanksgiving, it's rainy and cold. Perfect Thanksgiving weather! Here is my dear hubby warming our little pup...all I can say about that is "Only Christian" Ha! He has been cracking me up lately with his sweet gestures!


Perhaps I should just let these two be on the front of our Christmas cards. Doesn't get much cuter than those two!

Just looking...

I admit. I made a huge mistake. I now see the error of my ways. Here's the scoop.

I, in passing, made the comment to my husband that we need to look into maybe purchasing a new vehicle. You know, just talk about it for a few months, do a little research, just start planning for the purchase in like 6-8 months.


Well, apparently, what Christian hears is this "we need a new car this weekend" because before I can finish my sentence, we are at the car dealership. "We are just looking, babe" Yeah right...

So I make it a point to avoid eye contact with the salesperson and try and be as difficult as possible. I am not about to let the salesman think we are gonna actually buy something. Remember we are just looking.

While I am just looking out at the street, avoiding any participation in this endeavor, I notice my husband not looking, but sitting in a vehicle. Um...no sir. That is not part of the deal. I try and calm my emotions. He is just sitting. That is okay.

Next thing I know, here comes the salesman with the keys. Hello...this is not gonna fly. My husband is almost leaping for joy at this point. He is seriously in a state of elation.

Again, I try and control my initial reaction to tackle the salesman and throw the keys into oncoming traffic. Nope, I do my best to be polite. So I agree to go along, but I refuse to engage in any sort of conversation with this salesman or my husband.

My husband is in heaven and seems oblivious to my annoyance. He is too busy touching buttons, admiring the sound system, and commenting about how smooth it drives.

We finally leave the dealership after I pry my hubby's fingers from the wheel of the new car. My only saving grace was that we had tickets to the LSU game so we HAD to leave. Otherwise we would have been there all day.

Later that night my sweet man informs me that we can spend the following weekend just looking again at cars. Oh my...let me contain my excitement.

So this weekend at the dawn of morning, I find myself again at a car dealership. How on earth do I let him talk me into these things?

Do I really need to tell you how this story ends? Let me just show you...

**Disclaimer: I admit that I absolutely LOVE the car. I am so blessed to have a husband that cares enough about me to work hard and provide the best for our family. However, if you asked Christian how I did on this whole car buying process he would probably say, "She was a tad bit difficult" Ha Ha!

Cry me a river...

I work in Marketing and Advertising, so I constantly find myself analyzing magazine ads, commercials, and billboards. In fact, I might even go as far as to say, it is a possibility that I have found myself becoming a danger to other motor vehicles because of my infatuation with studying billboards. I'm just saying there is a slight chance I have found myself swerving to get a better glimpse at an impressive billboard. Maybe that was me getting honked at and given the middle finger from a fellow road traveler. I'm not saying it's true...but it's possible.

Anyway, the other day I passed a billboard that just infuriated me. Seriously...I was so mad at this particular message being displayed.

It simply said, "Beer...Because you never got a pony."

Seriously? Cry me a river. Let's just justify doing wrong because you didn't get everything you wanted in life. You poor baby...

I mean, what kind of message are we sending to people? You never got that Easy Bake Oven you wanted as a kid, I'm so sorry...why don't you have a little pity party and engage in something destructive.

What was that? You never got that red scooter you wanted...you poor, poor child, here...come drink away your sorrows.

I mean really, why are we so set on allowing disappointments in life to give us the right to spend our adulthood doing unproductive, harmful things?

It's no wonder our society has such a "poor me" attitude. Society is telling us we deserve everything we want...when we want it...and if you don't get it...you are deprived and deserve to throw yourself a pity party.

It's why our country is so in debt, it's why people think they deserve all their wants immediately and why we have no drive or determination to work hard.

Isn't that such a shame? Make no mistake, I am guilty of that "I deserve it" attitude occasionally and I have a lot of selfish desires that I am learning to deal with, but it makes me so sad to see such blatant lies being broadcasted in front of our faces.

As the holiday season approaches, it is my goal to sit back and realize that things don't make me happy. In life, we will never have everything we want, but doggone it, we are a blessed people. Praise the Lord for all He does for us even amongst our selfish ways.

Okay...I'm getting down off my high horse!