Wednesday, December 23, 2015

The Cows Have Come Home

It's that time of year again...

The Cows Have Come Home

We started with two.  Then six came through the other day.  Today there were three.  They even had the balls to lay down.  AT this rate, I WILL NOT be mowing my lawn in the spring.  Hunter's job.

The kids are back also.  

Tyler went from Yeti

To Ron Swanson or is it Ron Jeremy

To Engineer Looking for a Job

I was informed he needed two suits, two dress shoes, dress shirts, dress socks, ties, undershirts.  Wow!   Also found out he had no idea what a shoe horn is.  The salesman gave him one.  I'll need to get him a lint clue there either.

Emily is back from her adventure abroad.  She even made good grades.

She left "the friend" back in Australia.  Poor baby :(

Emily is full on spoiling us.  She now does all the prep and cooking for dinner and sometimes lunch.  We have eaten very well.  We also have snacked like pros.  Drank like fish.  And lounged like no tomorrow.

Needless to say, I am fat and happy.

So, whatcha having for Christmas?

I seriously considered Vegan so I would never be fucking asked to do it again.

Then, I saw this:

Smoked Cheddar Bacon Hamburgers on a Glazed Donut.  


Reconsidered for another day.


Smoked Turkey

Butternut Squash Gratin w/Onions & Sage

Butternut Squash, Apple, Leek & Potato Gratin with a Cheddar Crust Recipe

Dressing w/Apples, Bacon & Caramelized Onions


Sautéed Pears w/ Bacon & Mustard Dressing

Sautéed Pears with Bacon and Mustard Dressing Recipe
Can never have enough bacon.

Salted Caramel Apple Snickers Cake

Salted Caramel Apple Snickers Cake | @hbharvest
Now that's a gut grenade.
Sigh.  Let's Do This!

I'm Ready.

Merry Christmas.

Monday, November 30, 2015

A Very Belated Thanksgiving

Happy Belated Thanksgiving!

At least it is not December quite yet.  Let me tell you my Thanksgiving story (it's a little long)....

We left November 21st for Vegas!  I really wanted to go somewhere for Christmas this year since last year was such a joy.  I was told I could not.  Emily is now traveling about New Zealand (she'll be home this Sunday...yay!).  That left Hunter, Tyler, and I.  Let's do Vegas.  Marvy Mike and Sassy Sandy decided to join us.  Hunter's parents did not.  We shall be home next thanksgiving.

There they are...Marvy Mike, Sassy Sandy, and The Yeti

We had a great time.  We ate, we drank, we gambled, we bonded.  From 6:30 AM to midnight.  A lot of bonding time.  Of course Tyler is on a different schedule than we are.  We get up, have breakfast, go for a walk, play some slots, get ready to rest, get a text  "I'm up!", find him, have lunch, gamble and walk some more with him...all day, every day.

When we go to Vegas, we always go from Sunday to Thursday.  So our travel back home day was Thanksgiving.  Wednesday I did not feel quite right.  Our plane was leaving at 8:30AM on Thanksgiving so I went to bed early.  

In the hotel, they have a Master Switch to turn off the lights.  If you hit this, you can not turn individual lights on until you hit the Master Switch again.  That evening and all through out the night, my tummy hurt. I was in pain. It cramped.  I'm a belly sleeper.  Could not sleep.  Sometime in the night I had to poop.  No lights. I know, too much information, but I'm a wipe and look kinda gal.  I like to know I got it all.  Hunter's a wipe, wipe, wipe again and hope for the best.  Not me.  I couldn't see!  Too miserable to care.  Back to bed.  Up at 5:29AM to poop again...not the runs, real poop.  I felt awful.

Dressed, brushed my teeth, deodorant, nothing else.  Not sure I even combed my hair, no make up.  Now most taxis our gas efficient.  OUR taxi driver drove a Mustang.  Who drives a Mustang as a taxi?  Of course, Hunter commented about horsepower, speed, etc.  The driver decided to gun it, swerve, basically beat his chest and show off.  By the time we got to the airport, I was sweaty clammy.  You know that feeling.  In the door, to the bathroom, throw up out my nose, out my mouth.
Years ago I had the stomach bug and it decided to leave me after I had drank grape juice.  I have never had grape juice again.  This time, wine came up...hey, I was in Vegas.  Still sick, still no wine.  Anyway, I felt sooooo much better.  Looked like hell.

Flew from Vegas to Atlanta without incident.  Except I forgot to put the lid up for the toilet.  I am a squatter over public toilets.  Now you know everything about me.  Needless to say, I dribbled a bit on the back of my stretchy pants.  Ugh.  For all I know I have shit on my ass, puke on my front, and now piss on my back.  I was suffering.  Back to my seat and back to bed.  

Plane is early to Atlanta.  Say bye to the boy.  Tyler will be driving to Auburn from here.  I'm good as long as I am sitting down.  Try one Delta Crown room but it is closed for the dare they.  Second Crown room is a success.  Have I fully explained how miserable I am?  We have a 3 hour layover to get back to Knoxville.  I have three people hovering over me asking what I need, how I am, I am about two seconds from turning into the bitch from hell.  I can't even get the damn wifi to work on my iPad.  Sob.

To make a long story short, across from me is a couple in their mid fifties.  She is sobbing.  He is quiet.  As time passes, I get the story.  What else do you do in an airport but watch people and eavesdrop.  Thanksgiving morning 2015, their 28 year old son had a seizure.  Somehow, someway, he ended up bleeding to death while his wife hopelessly watched.  They were desperately trying to get to him, to her, to Colorado.  

I have not seen nor felt pain and suffering as I did that day.  It was brutal.  Yes, I still felt like crap but I ached for this mother and father.  They discussed what they were going to miss, how they could help the wife, how they knew he was with Jesus but damn it was still so hard, how they wanted to keep their sons truck.   My heart hurt, my gut hurt for their loss.  

So my Thanksgiving...

I did not spend the day holding hands around a table full of food saying a blessing.  I was not wearing plaid, sequins, or fringe.  I did not watch a parade or play family games.  I sat in an airport, sick as a dog, thankful for my children.  I am thankful for their health and well being.  I am thankful for their spirit and joy.  I pray that they are saved.  I have been blessed by God with two beautiful children that allow me to love unconditionally.  I have never been so thankful.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Have I Found It Yet?

Have I finally found it?

The Perfect Housecoat...

The reviews are not promising:

"I looked like a deranged Easter Bunny"

Okay, maybe not.  


How about...

  • National Seersucker House Coat, Blue, Small

    Twenty Bucks!  AND great reviews.

    "It is cute, but in a days gone by way"

    "My mom (91) likes cool and crisp"

    Okay, maybe not.


    Then there is this...

    I know.  It's just a robe.  But a beautiful, soft robe.  If they could just put a zipper down the front I'd be all over this no matter the cost.


    So, no luck.

    This winter I shall be in this:

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Out From Under My Rock

I am out from under my rock and I have aged a few years....

Where I have been:

I do miss my personal dumpster.

This is what we have accomplished:

It's getting there.


Everything looks yellow but it's not.  And hey,  finally did the animal print thing!

We switched to all LED lighting and love it.  Now finding dimmers for certain locations, was a bitch. They either flickered or hummed.  All construction workers can not see or hear.  I think we went through five different dimmers until I was finally happy.

Not sure who the kid on the trike is.  I am getting a large print made as we speak to replace the little snot.

Hunter made me drying racks.  Bring on the jealousy.


I used SW Accessible Beige on the walls and SW sealskin on the doors.  So happy with both.
Again, looks yellow.

I am in the process of getting fabric swatches for the bench seat.

Also awaiting a mirror for above cabinet.

Half Bath:

A bit tough to photograph but hopefully you get the idea.  I used the same tile from my master bath remodel from earlier in the year.

Hunter has found the guest towel holder a perfect place for his reading glasses and pen.

Master Bath:

A bird wanted in badly.  See his imprint on the window?  No sign of him outside so I hope he survived.

I am now waiting patiently for window shades and furniture.  Okay, maybe not patiently, but waiting!

Monday, September 7, 2015


Oh come on!  We had a fifty fifty chance of getting it right.  Not to mention the big ass sticker.

Still fucked it up.


Monday, August 31, 2015

So, What Did You Do In August?

Well some one's having fun.  Wonder if she knows what a text book looks like?!

Activate's Paul Onions's photo.

Grace Huang's photo.

David Critchley's photo.

Emily Harrison's photo.
Miss Emily will be twenty in eighteen days.  I will also be celebrating a birthday in fourteen days.
I will not be twenty.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Would it be Terter or Hunresa

Where have I been.  I missed the memo.
When did they come up with the term Coatigan?  I thought it was simply a Sweater Coat.

Will sweater shirts be swirts?  Don't know about you, but that word closely resembles "shart".  Look it up, you'll know what I mean.  Hey, just be glad I didn't post pictures. 

As you may be able to tell, I received a slew of catalogs yesterday.  So I spent some time in the bath, with wine in hand, contemplating what I must have for fall.

Who is going to sport these?  Anyone?

Pilcro Stet Flare Cropped Jeans
Oooh, look that up too if your not sure what I mean.

I have a birthday coming up.  49 not yet 50.  Is it time for Eileen Fisher?  I received my Garnet Hill catalog and saw it was all EF ships free.  Am I ready.  First page...

Eileen Fisher Clothing and Home at Garnet Hill. The Eileen Fisher Event at Garnet Hill. Free Shipping on Eileen Fisher Clothing and Home.

Why would you lead with that?    I shall not buy Eileen this year.  


Anyway, back to the original topic...Brangelina...Bennifer...Kimye
For those who may not know, my name is Teresa and my husband's name is Hunter.  So, what would we be called? Terter?  Hunresa? Hunsa?  Those people?

I have way too much free time waiting for subs to show, watching them fall when they put the scaffolding through the floor vent, waiting for them to leave, and then starting all over the next day.  I still have the drywallers here.  They shall be joined by block masons (for our bridge...I know!) and best friends the framers (for my Solatubes).

I am getting a massage this afternoon!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

The Awesomeness of August

So what exactly have I been doing this past month?


I wish!


Relaxing by the pool

Wrong again.




OMG!  It's them!  Sassy Sandy and Marvy Mike!  We did take time to celebrate Papa Mike's 74th birthday (suck it in Dad).  Doesn't my mom make the perfect trophy wife :)

I have been doing this:

Kids watching the construction in mid-summer.

Because you have to stay on top of them.



Exactly three weeks ago, we packed all our shit from downstairs in a POD.  The framers were our movers.  They are used to cramming stuff in a pick up...a POD was no different.  They will, however need to unpack us.
And then we began...