The Best Laid Plans

This week life has been happening all over the place. It’s getting to the point that I’m putting real weight on the saying, “If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”

My plans for Saturday:

  • Go grocery shopping
  • Start prepping and doing some cooking related to my previous post
  • Enjoy the beautiful fall weather


My Saturday reality:

  • Wake up to an empty house (except sleeping boyfriend), meaning no cars to take me to the grocery store
  • Call my mom, who has my sister/roomie. Mom begs me to come over. *sigh* Ok
  • Have my entire day hijacked by my mom and sister
  • Get home wiped out, but with renewed relish to grocery shop the next day


My plans for Sunday:

  • Go grocery shopping
  • Go to the pumpkin patch with my 2-year-old cousin (the only child in the world that doesn’t overflow with glee at the very sight of me) without the rest of my family (who he adores above me)
  • Cook like a maniac


My Sunday reality:

  • Go to the pumpkin patch with my little cousin, my mother, my sister/roomie, and my baby sister. Guess who my baby cousin wanted nothing to do with? Yeah. Me.
  • Day sucked away by other people’s plans
  • Get returned home with no way to get to the grocery store
  • Mope, eat donuts


In other news, I have a new niece. This adorbs little tiny human has had a tough week and it has weighed on all of our minds. She deserves her little one-week old privacy, but if you could keep her in your thoughts/prayers, I would really appreciate it.

Quick update on the bloggy blog: Check out the new tab at the top of the page. I am now available to receive your emails!

Don’t give up hope on the Marathon Cooking because it’s GONNA HAPPEN. Everyone in my house is on board and thrilled so we are all motivated.


5 thoughts on “The Best Laid Plans

  1. Haha. I had good looking intentions too, which never happened. I still need to make my Christmas Cake!!!! Hopefully THIS weekend is more productive.

      1. Yes, because mine likes to drink Brandy for 3 months. The alcohol all evaporates off, but the cake is heavenly as a result. My great grandmother used to bake hers a year in advance!!!! I think that’s a little obsessive, particularly as there was no tupperware in the 1920’s and she had to get her long suffering husband to weld her cake tin open and shut every couple of months. Presumably it was worth it.

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