way better than the pilgrims' . . .

That's how i would describe our feast this past thursday. This is my mom:

And only she could fix thanksgiving dinner for 10, serve it all on her brand new back deck and do it all without a dishwasher, an ounce of stress or one word of complaint. She's pretty amazing.

(photo courtesy of my very talented sister-in-law, Katie Purnell)

sometimes i make things more difficult than they need to be

if i had cleaned this up after 2 weeks verses 4, it would have been a lot easier. . .

a post about posting

i cannot think of a single thing to blog today that would be funny without being t.m.i. especially for the world wide web.

so we have some traditions

i've always loved holiday traditions. trick or treating at halloween, calling our meal a feast at thanksgiving (because it always is - duh), the advent calendar before Christmas, opening stockings first, getting mad at mom for taking too many pictures Christmas morning, yeah - all of those. well i think if three years in a row doesn't make something a tradition then i, uh, then it, um, well it just DOES. so here is this set of october traditions:

making caramel apples with this guy (whose comments on my "mom skills" will have to be an entirely new post)
Creating a ridiculously original and time consuming jack-o-lantern (this was all husband man)

blowing everyone away with our artistic (haha-get it) halloween costumes. props to kelley for the inspiration.

and impulse buying vintage cowboy boots. hey they were a deal. i think. hey becca, "they're my i don't need a job, i don't need my dad, cause i've got new boots, boots."

And there we have it. Hope everyone had a great October. Here's to November!!!

zombie girl

last night i was a zombie for a murder mystery party. this is what team huensch can do with 20 minutes and 9 dollars worth of supplies.

love of my life.

here are two reasons i love my husband:

this was the text conversation we had last night:

Oct 5, 2009 7:52 pm

me: at the y, coming home in 30 min!

him: The y?! It's Brett Favre night!

me: want me to just come home? Idon't feel so good anyway

him: it's up to you but i wouldn't mind

me: Ok. But you have to act like i'm not fat

him: it wouldn't be an act.

boys, take note. always give your wife/girlfriend/girl of interest an excuse to skip out on the gym and still make her feel pretty. also, put up with the crazy.

and reason number 2:

this morning he sent me this video

prepare for shallowness

a rainy day off means crying over friday night lights and being able to tune in to a rachel zoe project marathon. sigh. i'll take it.

i think that being able to shop like liv tyler would be ideal. Rachel could pick out all these clothes in my perfect size and style and then i could just pick what i liked without having to do the math of how much each item is vs. how much is in my bank account. not only that, but a gay guy could gush over how fierce i looked in every piece. talk about a self esteem booster. maybe one day when i strike it rich. and famous. cause you know, that's what normally happens to pastors' wives.