We're Alive!

And frozen.  Wilberforce's truck said -23F when he drove through town on his way to work last week. Boo.

I can't lie.  It's actually kinda nice - makes the world feel like it's getting ready for Christmas!



So you may have noticed I haven't posted since Cabo.  Life is busy.  Give me a break (DAD).

Let's catch up.

Big Bear and Little Bear are chillin' in the sunlight.  Life is rough for these guys.

 The cattle are lowing...in the farm room.

 We had a beautiful Fall in Colorado.  It seems we've gotten a gigantron snow storm in October the last few years.  The foot of snow always turned the leaves brown right away or knocked them off the trees completely.

Not this year.  No snow.  Pretty leaves.  Front porch sittin' weather.

 W and I made a trip to the Lunchbox for some post-workout feasting.  And muffin tops.  Muffin tops be delicious and nutritious!

 There's a horse trying to eat W's head.  FYI.

Spaghetti Squash with made-from-scratch sauce (fresh tomatoes, onions, peppers, shrooms...fresssshhh like Logie's dog),  ground turkey and wine.  Because wine makes the world go round.

 W's favorite meal, right there.  Yup.


Sometimes my drives to work are pretty spectacular.   You can't be in a bad mood when your drive looks like this, eh?

I've broken my habit of eating dessert for breakfast.  I can't live without my runny egg, my shroom asparagus skillet, and my toast.  Yeah boys.  And where have shrimp been all my life?

 Under the sea, apparently.

Now they're in my freezer.  And my belly.


In case you forgot what Wilberforce looked like since the picture 3 posts up, here he is again.

We totally rocked the Christmas shopping this year.  Toys R' Us, 30 minutes, done, done, done, done, and done.

 And that is a fart gun W is holding.  Who buys a fart gun?  People who aren't parents.  Duh.


Sometimes meal prepping for the work week is hard work.  So we add wine, and the work gets less difficult.

 I would add wine to my day job work load, but I think that's illegal and highly unsafe.  Grown up problems.


I woke up one morning and these beauties were on the kitchen counter.

 Sorry ladies, he's taken.  And i'll fight ya for him.  And I'll win, cause I got big ol' guns, yo!

 Fall fruit is fabulous.  For real.  And fressshhh.

 Sundays are the official pancake day of the week.  Fact.  Look it up.  Google it.  You tube it.  Hash tag #pancakesunday.

I just realized we wear a lot of plaid and flannel.  Maybe it's my unrecognized dream to be a lumberjack.

 We went for sushi.  Wilberforce ate a lemon.  Lemon face.

 See? Plaid for dayyyysss!

Story:  Once upon a random morning, Manda woke up and said "I'm feeling bananas today".  So she dressed like a banana.  The end.

 I love yolk.  No yolk, I'm being serious.

 Ha.

Hahahaha.


We did a yoga challenge for part of November.  Discovering the wonderful world of inversions was awesome!  And finding out the wall across from the basement door is the perfect spot to work on them was stellar.  My yoga inversions are not stellar.

 But they will be!

 Someday I won't need the wall.  I'll be handstanding all over the place.  I'll be handstanding at work, at the gym, in the park, at the grocery store...I'll probably get arrested for being a public yoga nuisance.



Oh look!  It's Manda and W again.

 We went to the movies.  Watched Thor.

 I've decided movie maker wardrobe picker outers are ridiculously not sensible.   Natalie Portman was wearing Hunter rain boots while running all over London, saving the galaxy.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Have you ever worn Hunter rain boots?  Walking in them makes me feel like a Clydesdale horse.  Running in them?  Forget it.

Really, think about it.  If you wake up and know that you're going to be fighting aliens and saving the world and galaxies and racing against time, do you think to yourself "Hmmm...there might be puddles.  Better wear my rain boots".  

No.

You think "Today is gonna suck, let's get after it" and grab your running shoes.

Stylish?  No.  But you won't die.

Rant over.


Sushi lollipops.  Someone deserves a big fat raise for this idea.

 We're doing a burpee challenge at W's hospital.  One burpee on the first day, adding a burpee every day.  It's a hundred day challenge.  That means we'll be busting out one hundred burpees on the last day.

And 99 burpees the day before that.

And 98 burpees the day before that.

And 97 burpees the day before that.


I almost died doing 38 burpees today.  February might kill me.

Anywho, this was my weekend a few weeks back.  Puzzles, coffee, and burpees.

Who's hiding under all that delicious breakfastness?

 Oh hey.

Found this beauty in the Walmart parking lot a few weeks  back.  My dream car!

 A '93 Pontiac Sunbird.   The first car I bought with my hard-earned Walmart money.

Seeing one in person made me feel super-old.

When I had this car, it was the coolest car in the school parking lot.  I loved it.  It was the best thing ever. 

Now it just looks old.  And so do I.  Boo.



First snow of the season came in November, as it should.

W had a Thanksgiving potluck at work the weekend before Thanksgiving.  I found out he brought celery and peanut butter.  Who does that?

So I called a bakery in town and had them deliver big delicious cookies to the pharmacy with a note:

"Sorry about my husband.  Amanda"

They like me.  W didn't think it was funny.  But he sure liked the cookies.


Happy Sunday!