Black Friday

Last year was the first time I've ventured out into the Black Friday madness, and it was well worth it. I headed out at 4 a.m. and was home by 7, but saved more than $400 on some big ticket items. I decided that I would have to add shopping to my annual Thanksgiving traditions.

This year, my sister joined me and we beefed up the list of stores and developed a strategy for our assault on the stores. We combed through the ads finding the items we were interested in. Then, Kelly Ann ordered the ads in a stack based on store opening times. We headed out at 11:30 Wednesday night to hit the large outlet mall a few miles from my house in Round Rock. I was shocked to see the parking lot already full and jumped in line at Gymboree and waited until the store opened at midnight. I still have no idea why there was a line because once the doors opened, the crowd converged in a not-so-orderly fashion. I assigned Kelly Ann to the girls side of the store and instructed her to pick up everything in a size 6 that I would be remotely interested in. I took the boys side. We met up at the back of the store, and KA took the stack of clothes we had gathered and jumped in the growing check-out line. I went back through the girls' clothing and selected a few more items and then swapped with KA. The line was very long and not moving so KA went to another store while I waited. KA perused the Ann Taylor store and made a trip around the entire mall due to getting lost before finally finding me still in line and in the same exact spot as I hadn't moved in 45 minutes. To give some relief, a store clerk gave us the option of leaving our items on hold and coming back in a few hours to check out. I quickly took that option and headed out to the other stores with KA. We perused the rest of the mall, snagging great deals in many stores, and then headed back to Gymboree at 2:30 only to find the line still very long. We stepped back out to grab some Starbucks (double shot, please!) and listen to the live band playing Christmas music. Then, I made the plunge at 3 a.m. and jumped back into the cazy moms line at Gymboree as I had no choice and had to get it over with. I waited another 40 minutes and finaly left with my purchases. 

We then headed to Georgetown where the nearest Kohl's is, about 15 minutes away, and couldn't believe our eyes when we saw the line waiting to get into the still-unopen store was a block and a half long. We didn't even look for a parking place but just drove around laughing at the people in line at the stores. The line at Best Buy had people seated in lawn chairs, Office Depot had customers waiting with their kids in a tent. I'm still wondering what the guy was itching to purchase at PetSmart that warranted waiting in line by himself.

We weren't interested in the Kohl's madness and turned back South and headed to Austin to hit Macy's that was opening at 5. We got sidetracked and stopped at an Old Navy and Family Christian Bookstore. How can you beat $5 Veggie Tales movies?! 

We did finally make it to Macy's around 6 and made the rounds at the Lakeline Mall, stopped at Wal-Mart and Ulta on our way home and picked up donuts to have breakfast with my family by 9. But, after KA had a quick power nap she was ready to head back out. My mom joined us and we picked up some deals at Tuesday Morning and Bed Bath & Beyond before sleepily making it back to the house. 

Of course, I was miserably tired the rest of the day, and jealous that KA got to sleep in the car as my family headed back to Odessa. But, I'll do it all over again next year. I can sleep all the other nights of the year.

Thanksgiving Melee

As I've mentioned before, Thanksgiving is a hallowed day at the Hardy home. It's Daniel's favorite holiday and we always treat it with style. We were disappointed when we found out Daniel would be working a night shift over Thanksgiving and considered different options for the day. I wanted to celebrate the weekend before that actual holiday. My mother suggested having a dinner before Daniel went to work instead of lunch earlier in the day. Daniel didn't want to change any of our traditions and insisted that he would be fine with our traditional celebration.

The desserts were the first course to come together. Wednesday morning I put together a pumpkin cheesecake, cherry cream pie, lemon cream pie, pecan pie and pumpkin pie. The pumpkin pie was a never-before-tried recipe featuring molasses and I ended up throwing it out. (We all tasted it by digging in during desssert. I'm sure my mother was mortified by us each sticking our forks into the pie instead of each slicing a piece.) It was so horribly wrong, and I'm glad the pumpkin cheesecake was there to save the Pumpkin Day. 

Wednesday evening before heading out to work, Daniel put together the dressing, readied the turkey, cooked the cranberries and made some tea. This is where the maladies began. As he poured the hot tea into a glass pitcher, the pitcher bottom cracked and split the pitcher in two, leaving tea everywhere, even in the island's cabinets. 

Thursday morning, Daniel arrived and began readying the feast. Normally, I do my best to stay out of his way on Thanksgiving. I take care of the pies and side dishes, leaving the major parts of the meal to him as he is very particular about the meal and prefers to do it himself. Since he had insisted on doing everything the same as we always have, I continued with this. I put together my sweet potato casserole (which was awesome, thanks to the best recipe from Ted Moore - father of our great Maggie) and green bean casserole. Daniel didn't seem to be in much of a rush as he lounged in the living room watching the parade with my family and the kids. We had planned to have lunch at 12, so at 11 I nervously began questioning him about some of the items he normally takes care of. I asked about the bread, Wheaties rolls he always makes with a recipe from his grandmother. I assumed he had mixed up the dough the previous day and wanted to know if it was time to begin baking it. However, I had assumed wrongly, as Daniel had completely forgotten to make the dough. It was now too late and we were headed for our first Wheaties roll-less Thanksgiving ever. Then, I asked about the ham. He hadn't thought of it either. I immediately took it from the fridge and found that it unfortunately needed to cook at least two hours. I hurriedly prepared it and threw it in the oven, but was disappointed that the meal was already being pushed to the afternoon, as Daniel needed to get to bed. (Fortunately, this was the best ham any of us had ever eaten. Whew!) I then began boiling water and searching for the potatoes to peel for mashed potatoes. Daniel had insisted that we had potatoes and removed them from my shopping list earlier in the week, but that was a mistake because there were no potatoes in the pantry. Another item was scratched from the menu. 

Then, Daniel began his turkey frying, which is absolutely delicious, but the fourth malady of this event. For the first time ever, he mistakenly removed the bird too early as this was the biggest bird he'd ever fried. As he was quickly trying to carve the bird and commence the meal, he realized it was not thoroughly cooked. 

As Daniel was realizing the pinkness of the bird, I was taking a plate from the cabinet and also pulled down a small glass bowl someone had mistakenly placed atop the stack of plates. The glass bowl fell from the cabinet and shattered into many pieces in the sweet potato casserole and green bean casserole. You guessed it, Daniel is the one who many times puts dishes whereever he wants to in the cabinets and had hidden this gem of a bowl in the wrong place, only to be discovered at the very wrong time. I began cleaning glass from the floor while my mother, father and sister were removing glass chunks from the caseroles. I was sure they were inedible, but they all kept insisting the glass had been removed. My dad thought that shining a light directly on the dishes would help us detect the glass easier. We couldn't find a flashlight anywhere (yeah, Daniel's surely getting a set of flashlights from my Dad for Christmas) and resorted to a living room lamp with the shade removed. 

We decided the dishes had been salvaged and fortunately didn't have any mishaps during the meal that resulted in internal bleeding or trips to the ER for injested glass shards.  Daniel also salvaged the turkey by putting it back into the fryer, and it was delicious.  Overall, the meal was wonderful and we all survived and even enjoyed ourselves.  

Daniel did get to catch a couple of hours of sleep before heading back to work that night and the rest of us cheered on our Longhorns to a great win over the Aggies. 

Thanksgiving Thankfullness

Abigail's class celebrated Thanksgiving grandly by making placemats, feasting on every student's favorite food and making/wearing Indian headbands and pumpkin seed necklaces. I didn't carry over the headbands, necklaces, or cereal straw treats into our Thanksgiving meal, but did work with Abigail, my mother and my sister, Kelly Ann, to make placemats for everyone at our feast. I was so impressed with Abigail's handiwork that I wanted everyone else to have the same table decor.

We worked Wednesday night to create the construction paper turkeys. Each turkey feather was perzonlized with an  item the person is thankful for. The self-laminated construction paper designs didn't exactly contribute to the candles, silver charger plates and china dishes on Thursday, but it was a fun way to share what each of us are thankful for. 

The Mariners t-ball season (FINALLY) came to an end after 10 weeks of play. Abigail is sad to see the guaranteed snacks on Tuesday nights and Saturday mornings come to an end. However, I think we're all happy to take a break from oranized team sports. We'll stick with swim practice through the winter and give t-ball a break. 

We didn't have a great coaching situaion as Coach Joe only made appearances at practice and games when it fit into his hunting schedule, which wasn't very often. Needless to say, the kids lost interest when they realized they were being ditched so often and the parents were making do with what we could figure out.

At last Saturday's game I treated to kids to baseball cupcakes and couldn't have anticipated the outcome. Of course, they were delighted with the treats. But, the parents got the biggest kick out of the red icing adventure. Once the kids took a bite into the "laces" on the "baseballs", they immeditely began to look like they had just made out with Marilyn Monroe, smearing red lipstick all over their faces. It was hilarious.

It was nice to end the season with a laugh.

Hallelujah!

I wish I could cue the Hallelujah chorus as these images load onto your screen. Granted, these were taken almost two weeks ago, and gas is as low as $1.68 per gallon around here now, but this was a landmark day in my mind.

I remember in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina that the pundits were spouting off saying that gas would never dip below $2.00 per gallon again. I can't say I didn't believe them, but I'm elated they were wrong.

When I was driving my suburban from South Carolina to Texas in June, it was painful to have to run my check card twice just to fill my tank up. Since most stations cut off purchases at either $75 or $100, it was quite some time that I either left stations with less than a tank of gas or had to make two transactions to fill up. Now, I can fill up and not even come close to $100 or even $75! That's enough to put a smile on my face.

Thoughts from a 4-Year-Old

Abigail: Mommy, are God's hands big?

Stephanie: I'm not sure, Abigail. I've never seen His hands, but I suppose we'll find out one day.

Abigail: I'm pretty sure they're really big because we all live in God's hands.

Seven Years...

Today marks the day of our wedding seven years ago. Time flies when you're having fun but, there have been times that weren't so much fun, going back even more than seven years ago.

Eight years ago Daniel was stationed in Charleston, SC, and I was living in Odessa, TX, working and going to school. We were in love and not enjoying the long-distance relationship situation, and discussing marriage quite often. As he was planning to come home for Christmas, I was secretly hoping he was bringing a ring with him. Knowing that he's not much on keeping secrets or planning surprises, I asked him daily what he was getting me for Christmas. And, he always replied that he had gotten me some red shoes. I was sure that was a joke to avoid the discussion...

Once he arrived, I was so excited to see him that I drove to Dallas (more than 5 hours away) to meet him at the airport even though his sister lived in Dallas and was planning to pick him up and deliver him to Odessa. The next day we made the trek to Odessa, with the "red shoes" comment coming back up several times. 

We spent Christmas Day with my family and headed out to New Mexico that night to join Daniel's family for skiing and visiting at his grandparents' mountain home. But first, we made a pit-stop at his parent's home to exchange gifts amongst ourselves. I was shocked to open the only box there was for me and see a pair of the ugliest red sandles I'd ever seen. Not wanting to look up, I just kept staring at the shoes trying to decide if this was a joke or if he actually thought it was a good gift. Did I need to put on my "you're not going to fool me"or "aww.... how sweet" look? I pulled one of the shoes out, only to see that there was more in the bottom of the box. Yes!... Oh, wait. It's a book... Wait for it.... IT WAS WEDDINGS FOR DUMMIES. I looked up, and Daniel was down on one knees with a ring box open in his hand. 

Looking back, I think he deserved more ridicule than I dished out for his humorous "romantic" notions. Really, do I look like a dummy? I think any bridal magazine would have served the same purpose. But, his plan had been well-orchestrated. He later revealed that he had purchased the ring several months before the proposal and spent months praying and contemplating the decision. (I think it's worked out well so far.)

So, engaged, in love and on cloud 9, we jumped in the car and headed towards New Mexico. (Although we weren't married yet, we were already suffering through the "who's family do we spend this holiday with" and "did we split up our time evenly" issues.) The five-hour drive to Ruidoso started off well but hit a snag about 45 minutes into the trip. The weather worsened severely, and our speed crawled to a snail's pace as cars were going off the road left and right due to icy conditions. Not far over the Texas border, the DPS put us out of our misery (or so I thought) and closed the road. We ended up in a small town (or what I'd rather call an intersection of two country roads with a few businesses that cater to oilfield workers), Tatum, and snagged the last vacant room in the only motel (not a hotel or even an inn). 

Thinking we had lucked out, we got into our room and learned that we might have been better off sticking it out in the car or turning around and heading back to the last town. The only thing to eat was a fried bean burrito from the Town & Country. The door to the room didn't meet the ground, and snow was blowing into the room from outside. The room was supposed to be heated via a small gas furnace that I was sure was not safe for anyone. And, to top if off, it was Christmas Day, for pete's sake. This was the first day of the rest of our life together, and Christmas, and we were in this roach motel with snow blowing in under the door! I was sure this was a bad omen, or at least a sign from God, and not a good one. 

We decided to just try and get some sleep and hope the roads would be open in the morning. When the lights turned off, my horror grew as I learned that the so-called cute flannel pajamas I had purchased for the mountain trip were actually glow-in-the-dark. I was aglow with sheep jumping from head to toe! The sheep were the final straw, and I could no longer hold it in. I ended up crying myself to sleep that Christmas night.

The next morning, the car was completely frozen shut. Even the doors would not open due to the thick layer of ice. If there had been an ice scraper stowed in my car, we couldn't have gotten to it. But, I wasn't that prepared anyways. (Needless to say, since that trip I've had an ice scraper in every car I've owned.) We used a razor blade cartridge to gradually chip and scrape the ice from the car. We weren't in much of a hurry because the roads weren't open yet. By the time we were able to pry the doors open and see through the windshield, we headed to the roadblock and joined the others already waiting. Showing our maturity, we threw snowballs at the roadblock sign to pass the time.

Eventually, the road opened and we were able to slowly make our way through the rest of the trip. Seven hours later, we happily arrived and ended the worst roadtrip we had ever taken (up until then, but that's another story). 

December 27, 2000 

Fortunately, I didn't let the glowing sheep, hazardous furnace, snow or ice talk me out of the engagement. Almost a year later, we sealed the deal, and have been happily married since. 

Although I do still own them, I've never slept in the sheep pajamas again. And, I've never worn them, but I also still have the ugly red shoes, but I still have the ring and wear it gladly.

November 10, 2001