Well it’s that time of year again. Time for cooking and cleaning and decorating and shopping and wrapping and celebrating with family and friends. It’s a busy time for all of us…..even me! As a matter of fact I have been so busy I haven’t taken the time to write! Shame on me! Guess what…..I missed you so much! I missed the laughter and the comments and the hunt for new and interesting stories. I struggle sometimes with what to write. Should I write only funny stuff all the time? Should I be serious sometimes? Do you like the recipes? Sometimes I just want to write about my daily life, then I talk myself out of it  for fear I would bore you to tears. ANYWAY…..that is just me and my crazy brain over thinking again! 

How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? I hope you all had a wonderful time with family and friends. I also hope that you took time to reflect and give thanks to God for all of the goodness around you and for your many blessings.

We had a FULL house this year, as usual. Devin and I open our home to the entire family and to any friends that may need a place to land for this day of thanks. This year we housed about 35 guests. I love, love, love to have a house full of people. I love to decorate, to plan the meal, to cook and then to watch the crowed dive in!I just love it! Devin, on the other hand, could not care less. Have I mentioned before that he is a fun sucker? What is a fun sucker? It is someone, who by just walking into the room, can suck the fun right out of it. Like a vacuum. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love him and all but he just ain’t no fun! About two weeks before thanksgiving he said, with a whiny voice, “are we having thanksgiving at our house again?” (Now this is a stupid question because it has been at our house for eight years) “Well, yeah”, I said. “Don’t you want to have it here?” (knowing full well that it doesn’t matter what he wants but it sounded nice for me to ask 😉 ) He paused for a long while and said, “it’s just so……so…… loud.” “Well bless your little heart”, I said, “you’ll be fine”.

I don’t why he said that because every year, about thirty minutes after he eats, he leans back in his chair and starts sawing logs. All of the chaos and laughter and kids running through the house doesn’t even phase him.

I try very hard to create a certain atmosphere in my home. One of good ol’ southern hospitality with a very laid back, “y’all come on in” feel to it. I also like for everything to be perfect in the house. For the entire week before, I do some heavy-duty deep cleaning (my kids hate this part). I plan the menu. I polish the silver and decorate the house. On thanksgiving morning I was up bright and early to finishing my pies, making the rolls and cooking the brisket. When the time came for the guests to arrive, everything was in place and ready to go. Perfect.

Or so I thought….

As people were entering our home, I walked over to greet them…….I saw them stepping over something as they were walking through the front door. What is that? I asked myself. I walked closer to examine. I could not believe my eyes! It was a deer leg!!! At the front door! Dear lord! It doesn’t matter how hard I try we are still just a bunch of red necks! Posers!

I wanted to kick the hunters in my family and shoot the dogs. That crazy Beagle puppy drug her prize bone up on my porch for all to see! I calmly bent over, picked it up and told one of the kids to go throw it away. Then I just smiled that big southern smile and said, “y’all come on in!”

Just another day at the Rohr house.