Tuesday, February 4, 2014

When the Weather is BLAH

When the weather outside is frightful
And cabin fever is so not delightful,
And when you have no place to go,
Get a few of your favorite people in the whole world, and have a tea party!

Complete with lovely tablecloth, real China tea cups from Kenny's grandmothers (who both lived to be 96, by the way), Candy Cane Lane tea, and pretty little bowls of snacks. 

I used to hate the idea of tea parties, thinking of all that work I'd have to do just to have something hot to drink, for goodness sake.  I am so not a fancy person, I really prefer jeans and mugs to sticking my pinkie out and speaking with an English accent.  But thankfully over the years, my children have been exposed by neighbors and friends (thank you, Mrs. Barstad and Mrs. Lusk!) who showed them how to have a real tea party.  They come as they want, dressed up or not, with all sorts of wonderful accents.  Today we had a lovely lady with a southern drawl from Australia (still working on our geography). a spy from Czechoslovakia, a dyed-in-the-wool American, a princess who was NOT from Spain, and a little four year-old who just wanted to eat her snacks.

Bad lighting, I know.  But isn't she sweet?

My darling 14 year-old

Even squirrelly boys are welcome to our parties!

The snacks?  You won't find cucumber tea sandwiches or scones with lemon curd today.  But our girls did scrounge up some leftover quesedillas, cheese popcorn, Teddy Grahams, peanuts, and snowman shaped marshmallows.  Perhaps we'd change the menu up a bit for the Queen, but we sure had a lot of fun laughing away the gray skies and freezing snow!

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Super Bowl Sunday

If you live in Colorado, like we do, you have become well-acquainted this month with orange and blue and flags and balloons and party food.  Like everywhere.
And, even if you're not from Colorado, you are probably well-acquainted with the fact that the Broncos biffed it in the Super Bowl today.  Ach, vell...
We had fun anyway.  Half our church donned bright orange jerseys (The Sargents stayed boring). Kenny was practically booed at because he *cough cough* was rooting for the *cough cough* Seahawks.  Our pastor was hoping we hadn't poisoned his food during the game. And my dear husband, being ever-so-eager to share our new house, invited 20 or so of our long-time friends over to watch the game.  My friend Nancy calls us 'the regular offenders'. 
There's nothing like fellowship with your Christian brothers and sisters 

We sang praise songs, talked, and ate amidst many groans and winces as we watched our team fumble.  Yeah, bad pun. Sorry.  But as our friend Angus says, we're all still walkin' with Jesus, so it doesn't really matter.  
Thomas, finishing up the brats Danny started.  And yes, that is lovely snow behind him.

Broncos Cookies, with a couple blue and green ones, for Dad.  Just to be nice.