Ode to crock pots and fuzzy socks....
I love fall!!!....and by "love", I mean LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the cool crisp air under a still warm sun by which you can make up comfort foods in the crock pot and wear your fuzzy socks. Fall is my "spring fever". Just sayin'. ;o)
I love my crock pot!!!....and by "love", I mean it's back to the routine of regularly using my crock pot - actually I usually have BOTH of them going!! - to make stews, soups and taco chili for football Sundays. Today I was such a keener...I had the crock pot going by quarter past 8 this morning to make chicken and dumplings for supper tonight.
I love my fuzzy socks!!!!....and by "love", I mean that second only to hoodies (okay, well, HIS hoodies)....fuzzy socks mean fall. Period. I have a collection, too, I'm not shy to say. I have brown and cream and red and pink and purple....*breath*....and stripey ones....all I need now is some funky coloured ones and maybe more sparkly ones...my favourite pair are black with soft pink toe and heel....and sparkly :o) Seeing them laying in the bin all summer was like a tease....now they've been hauled out and tossed into my drawers to serve yet another fall and winter with warm, cozy bliss.
I love coloured leaves!!!!....and by "love", I mean passionately in awe of all the colours of the season. Burnt ambers, yellows, reds....reds are my favourite!! This morning, although damp and dreary, made the orange/red leaves on the dark, wet pavement seem to glow and POP off the colour chart!! Kinda like retro begat '80's neon and had these colours. We're off to my father/stepmother's cottage this Sunday for Thanksgiving....the foliage will be lit in all it's splendor.
I love HIM!!!!....and by "love", I mean absolute "holy crap on a cracker I can't believe it to be true" bliss. 10 months already (yes, sneaky to have not told so many for so long but...well, that's a story best left in the past)...and it STILL MAKES ALL THE DIFFERENCE. He often tears up when he tells me he loves me. I still love breathing him in.
I love my friends!!!!....and by "love", I mean by having the complete confidence in people who have earned my trust, who have helped me break down walls, who have been there through thick and thin (and cabana boy jokes)....I am thankful for each and every view of my Facebook, comment on my wall, on my statuses, on my notes...to have taken the time to let me share a little bit of the chaos of my reality within the confines of their own.
I love my crock pot!!!....and by "love", I mean it's back to the routine of regularly using my crock pot - actually I usually have BOTH of them going!! - to make stews, soups and taco chili for football Sundays. Today I was such a keener...I had the crock pot going by quarter past 8 this morning to make chicken and dumplings for supper tonight.
I love my fuzzy socks!!!!....and by "love", I mean that second only to hoodies (okay, well, HIS hoodies)....fuzzy socks mean fall. Period. I have a collection, too, I'm not shy to say. I have brown and cream and red and pink and purple....*breath*....and stripey ones....all I need now is some funky coloured ones and maybe more sparkly ones...my favourite pair are black with soft pink toe and heel....and sparkly :o) Seeing them laying in the bin all summer was like a tease....now they've been hauled out and tossed into my drawers to serve yet another fall and winter with warm, cozy bliss.
I love coloured leaves!!!!....and by "love", I mean passionately in awe of all the colours of the season. Burnt ambers, yellows, reds....reds are my favourite!! This morning, although damp and dreary, made the orange/red leaves on the dark, wet pavement seem to glow and POP off the colour chart!! Kinda like retro begat '80's neon and had these colours. We're off to my father/stepmother's cottage this Sunday for Thanksgiving....the foliage will be lit in all it's splendor.
I love HIM!!!!....and by "love", I mean absolute "holy crap on a cracker I can't believe it to be true" bliss. 10 months already (yes, sneaky to have not told so many for so long but...well, that's a story best left in the past)...and it STILL MAKES ALL THE DIFFERENCE. He often tears up when he tells me he loves me. I still love breathing him in.
I love my friends!!!!....and by "love", I mean by having the complete confidence in people who have earned my trust, who have helped me break down walls, who have been there through thick and thin (and cabana boy jokes)....I am thankful for each and every view of my Facebook, comment on my wall, on my statuses, on my notes...to have taken the time to let me share a little bit of the chaos of my reality within the confines of their own.