It’s All About .METhe Life and Times of Carrie Hill

I grew up in a family where holiday meals were the “get out the good dishes and go all out” type of affair.  I married into a family that ate easter or christmas dinner on paper plates.

Needless to say, it was culture shock for sure.

I’ve relaxed a bit – and most nights we eat on paper plates because i dispise the dishwasher more than i relish tradition…but holidays are NOT eaten on paper in my house…even when we had 18+ around the table.

This Easter finds us alone – just the four of us.  My parents are just divorced and doing their own thing, and Todd’s parents have been done from us for a few years.

I’m not complaining – i like laid back days when i just need to cook and not worry about entertaining and making sure the bathrooms have toilet paper and the 8-yo didnt destroy them.

The moral of this tale is this – I’m still standing here cooking for an army, although there’s only 4 of us.  Why?  Tradition.  We always had a big ham, potatoes, veggies, and the wierd easter jello thing every easter – and I’m not ready to give that up.

I’ll take some to the neighbors, Janet just had surgery and wont feel like cooking – and we’ll have ham and cabbage tomorrow – hubby’s favorite….so its not like the food will go to waste.

I just found it ironic that i’m cooking for 18 again…old habits die hard.

So the kids and I wanted to shop somewhere other than Target so we headed to Grand Junction to hit a real mall along with Kohls, Old Navy & Ross.  To give you an idea of the trek this entails here’s a map

This is a trek – nothing short of an hour down and an hour back – we found good deals so i guess that makes it worth it – but I really would like to see this podunk area have something besides target and a craptastic mall to its name

So my darling babies passed their hunter safety class tonight – they can officially be hunters and gatherers to save us from starvation.  Because Aerik is only 8, he can only hunt small game until 12 yrs old – but that’s okay – the turkey are already running in fear i think…..

Before you lambast me for having children who hunt – just dont even start – we’re a hunting family.  We eat what we harvest – and dont go for trophies.

Ok – I personally don’t hunt, but support the hunters by letting them go and cleaning up their mess – they get up at 4am for that shit – I’m sooo not that into it.

I also believe in my kids knowing how to safely handle a firearm…..even if they never hunt – just that knowledge can save a life

Okay – there’s probably more than 5 – but i had to narrow it down because we’ve already established I’m a lazy blogger

5) They understand and dont complain abou tmy addition to the internet – in fact they enable it. My 8yo can spot a “Free WIFI” sign like nobody’s business

4) They are a constant source of hilarity – from my 13yo’s innocent retelling of jokes she doesnt understsand yet (thank god) to my 8yo’s constant misinterpretation of everyday things…those who remember 4th of July 2007 trip to the Gypsum Rec Center – “Shots?! I Hate Shots!!”

3) My 13yo is a pretty dang good shopping companion as long as i dont ask her opinion on something. My 8yo will sit and play his DS for HOURS while i hem and haw over a bag or shoes….#mommylovesyou

2) They like my friends – and dont complain when we have huge poker parties or get togethers…even tho most of our friends dont have kids.

1) They luv mommie and both know how to fetch & open a beer….who could ask for anything more???

Lois – i feel your pain

#thatisall

Instead I’m here – because I cant figure out what to write for my SearchEngineLand column……I have some topics but everything I write sounds like that guy that spoke at that conference that everyone wanted to kill…….

Maybe I’ll sleep on it….tomorrow morning a topic will come to me, and so will the words to articulate it…yeah – that’s it – procrastination is my friend.

So for a funny – this is Sandy my other daughter, in her XXL sweater, that’s about 4 sizes too small.  Its ok, girlfriend – I know how you feel on a fat day.

…she looks like a bumble bee on acid …or maybe I’m on acid?