Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig

We just home from our Thanksgiving getaway to Mr. Molly's family abode.  It was a good time with the 3 F's; good family, friends, and food.  It was also the longest time we've been away from Dream House since we moved in.  I actually thought I would miss it more than I did.  But I did miss/appreciate a couple of key things:
1) My shower
2) My new sectional in the basement
3) My huge refrigerator
4) My new pull out drawers

That's about it. 

Now the fun part begins... decorating for Christmas.  So many possibilities, so little time and talent.  The fact of the mater is that I will do the best I can until Molly's Mom comes to save the day. 

I have a great vision of garland looped on my white picket fence with big red bows... can you picture it? 

If you can, can you come over and help me with it?  I have no idea where to even start.
Ok, so see you around noon on Saturday?  Great!  When you're done it should look like this:

ETA:  Yes, I know it's supposed to be WORDLESS Wednesday.  So sorry.  I'm all messed up with my days and times.  That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Wordless Wednesday #9 - Reflections

Up, Down, all Around

Today I determined that 1 of 3 phenomenons are happening in my life.  Either:

A) All of the mirrors and reflective surfaces in Dream House are extremely flattering
or
B) My scale is broken
or
C) I have a very warped sense of self bolstered by my mad skillz in wearing clothes that flatter my shape

It has to be one of those three because even though I weigh more right now that I ever have in my life (when not pregnant), I don't feel like I look like I weigh more than I ever have in my life. 

Nonetheless, I think everyone has THAT NUMBER where when they see it on the scale they just sigh and say "Well, I guess the party's over."  And when I say "party" I mean eating whatever you want whenever you want without thinking about it and not working out for months on end.  I mean really, that lifestyle is more of a dangerous rave where someone roofies your drink than a "party" anyway.

For me that number is 156.  That's my breaking point.  That's the number that makes me heave a sigh and dust off my Weight Watchers app on my iPad and get out my sugarless gum and diet coke.

So here we go again... back on the wagon.  Hopefully my weight will stop plateauing and rising like my company's loss trends and start movin' on down again.

There's No Place Like Home

After 3 days of business travel I arrived home late last night to Dream House and found everyone sleeping soundly in their beds. 

I can't describe the feeling of being home, kissing my boys and tucking them in, and getting into my own bed with hubby and feeling like everything is right with the world.

We are so blessed to have each other, our health, our children, our jobs, our families, and our Dream House.  Everything and everyone has imperfections including my children (gasp!), myself (double gasp!), and even my Dream House (say wha?).  But it all fits together perfectly for us.

And last night as I snuggled in my bed, in my beautiful bedroom with my family sleeping in my beautiful house I just couldn't stop thinking "There's no place like home."