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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

>Thanksgiving.

November 28th, 2007 by Aubri

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Don’t be fooled, there’s nothing glamorous about salting a dead cold bird, I know I make it look fun. This was my first Thanksgiving away from my mama. However, I was a big girl and I think I pulled it off!
My beautiful turkey before Phil got a hold of it.
This was a first for Phil too. He looked so calm and collected….at first.
Phil’s mom and dad, Neil and Verna, came up for a few days. It was good to have family to share the day with.

 

And for dessert, an apple pie from scratch. I’m getting better at these.

>Snow!

November 21st, 2007 by Aubri

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Our first snowfall came this morning! The weather channel says it’s 29 degrees outside but “feels like” 16. I’m not going out there to see what anything “feels like”. I’ll enjoy all of this from my warm kitchen thanks.

No, this isn’t a tank in someone’s backyard. It’s a tank in a park. I don’t know why there’s a tank in the park. I could probably tell you why there was one in someone’s backyard though.

The Bancroft-Rosalie School band in front of our house; celebrating the occasion or not allowed to stay in just because it’s cold, wet and snowing?

>Day off.

November 20th, 2007 by Aubri

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Monday we took Phil’s boat out for one more hurrah. We went to Lake Summit to cruz around and do a little fishing.

I was having a good time, really. Don’t worry there was no one around to see me in this sweatshirt. The horror!

>Television.

November 20th, 2007 by Aubri

>Antenna, not just for insects, crustaceans and other arthropods anymore. A member of the church gave us this antenna. Phil tinkered with it the other night, so we can sit in front of our television and actually have something to watch now. I really missed my Monday nights on NBC. The 1×6 is a temporary fix, we’ll soon upgrade to a respectable pole. The wire strung through the house and open doors were temporary as well. Decent Nebraskans just don’t go around with their doors hanging open, at least the ones that don’t want to freeze.