Home Again for Thanksgiving

Mom, Dad, and Katie
Blogger won't let me upload any more pictures, so they'll just have to wait until later.

Hi.

Went to see Hansel and Gretel (sp?) with Hannah last night. We took a couple of pictures and didn't get a single good one before my camera batteries died. Arg. So here is the one where we both look like we're looking at the camera screen in the mirror instead of looking at the camera (which we were : ), and in the next one we decided to see if it would work to hold the camera facing the mirror. Didn't work either. Oh well... Hanna's the tall one and I have a glowing head.
I haven't really done anything else lately other than theory, and nobody wants to see a picture of that! More later, Bye!

My "Happy Place"

Though this is not "my" kitchen, it is one of my favorite places to be. I love my time practicing with my harp, I really enjoy reading, and crafting is awesome, but there is nothing in this world like... a kitchen. There is no therapy quite like turning on a good CD and baking. It's one of the many things that makes a house a home. I can't wait to go home and cook in my kitchen with Mom. Why??? It's my favorite place to be!

Oh Deer!

Well, I knew it would happen eventually, but not quite so soon! Unc. Brad shot a deer tonight. I hate to admit it, but since he doesn't even know I have a blog, I can safely say that I prayed from the bottom of my heart that it wouldn't happen while I was here. Over Thanksgiving break, Christmas break...anytime but now! I know that is selfish of me, but both God and I know that I don't handle things like this well, in fact, I handle them VERY badly! It is dark outside now, and luckily I didn't get here until "it" was in the back yard, but I don't know what I'll do in the morning when, looking out the kitchen window, there is a deer hanging in the back yard. I have no idea how long the process takes, but I've been warned that he does every nastly little thing. Not only does he cut the poor animal to shreads, but he does it...are you ready for this??? He does it in the kitchen. I can't get into to the downstairs without either going through the kitchen, or the back yard. I LOATHE this!!!