It's officially baking season. Well, at our house baking season is every season, let's be honest. But, now, we can come out and admit just how much we bake (read: nearly every day).

Anyway, what is it about the holidays that have me absolutely itching to make "grandma's treats?" Because I am. So, I do.

These cookies are some I remember coming from Grandma Harrison's kitchen when I was a wee one (insert extensive "awww...." here). Don't ask why we spell it 'Krinkles' rather than 'Crinkles' because I just don't know. Leave it to the Harrisons.

These are perfectly chocolaty and chewy without being overly sweet. Honestly, I had forgotten about this recipe (since last year, anyway) until we needed a treat to share with friends at the last minute on a Sunday afternoon. D. suggested them, and for some reason the suggestion rang perfection to my ears. And they were. They are, perfection. (maybe my nostalgia plays into this a little, but judging from everyone else's reviews they are pretty great.)

Enter this classic recipe. Let me share it with you:



Grandma Harrison's Chocolate Krinkles:

Mix and set aside:

• 2 C. Flour
• 1/2 tsp. Salt
• 2 tsp. Baking Powder

Cream together:

• 3/4 C. Oil
• 2 C. Sugar
• 3/4 C. Cocoa Powder
• 2 tsp. Vanilla

Hi. I have far too much to catch up on in one night (for my own purposes, not for the purpose of entertaining you. don't let your expectations get away from you.). We've (read: i've) got the nasty head cold around our house. Awesome; that time of year, I guess?

So, tonight we are going to curl up and was National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation (my husband has never seen this. i repeat: my husband has never seen this. who.did.i.marry?!) and probably some P double L, too (why, oh, why do these stupid girls always wander around alone, at night. ahhh...to have all the answers to life's biggest mysteries. but, really, why can't aria say, "shhh..." like a normal person?) because, let's be honest, that's who we are.

Here's to the freakin' weekend. (speaking of the weekend, does 7-Eleven put a limit on the number of overly large fountain drinks one can purchase? if so, i'm going to push those limits. i just know it.)

Now, it's too bad my child does not understand the concept of 'sleeping in.'

I'm just chillin' tonight, guys. (surprised? no? oh yeah, that's what i'm always doing.)

Here's the thing. I love a good awards show. And I really, really, really looooove country music. Thus, the CMA's are like Christmas around my place. So I'm just soaking up tonight, putting off homework, laughing at Brad and Carrie (is there anyway i can get her legs without working out? please and thanks.), wishing I was identical twins with Kimberly Perry, and soaking up Taylor Swift's genuine innocence. How adorable was Carrie Underwood's "Hi, Mom"?

Anyways, yesterday I went out (to mcdonalds and target - fancy shmancy, huh?) for the first time in two weeks. I was so happy I was on the verge of tears. The whole night. Also, today I text my husband this:


I can't quite figure out what kind of person I am. I mean, I'm not the person that gets out the Christmas tree at Halloween, but man, as soon as November hits I get the Christmas fever. Not quite get-out-the-tree-in-October fever extreme, but I'm thiiiiiiiiis close to hitting play on my Carrie Underwood Christmas Pandora station. I wouldn't protest to the tree being up before Thanksgiving. Or would I? I just don't know. I will admit, I've been buying Abby Christmas"prizes" for months. Having a toddler during the holidays makes me giddy with excitement.

I feel that not knowing where I stand on the matter is giving me a bit of an identity crisis. What kind of holiday person are you? Tell me who I am.

You guys should hear/watch Lady sing Katy Perry's "Roar." It's her song. We sing it approximately 90,000 times a day. Good think it's my favorite song, too. And she dances. And she has the same dance moves every time. I'm pretty sure she practices her choreography.

Will you judge me if I admit we (phew, that was a close one...) I am in the midst of watching Pretty Little Liars? I just can't help it. Also, Reign. Mi Madre started that one. I love it (francis! Ah!). And Parenthood - I feel like I belong to the Braverman's, late at night, while I try not to pull my hair out while trudging through homework. And Scandal?! (ok, now you really are judging me. all five of you that read this.) I mean, I've already lost your respect, so I'm just going to say it: I want to be a Gladiator in a Suit. 

(disclaimer: viewing of these television shows takes place after lady's bedtime. for all you nazi parents out there ready to report me.)

Speaking of being an awful parent: today I realized I had hit an all time low as I ripped into a bag of stale Halloween chocolate in the middle of the store and fed Lady piece after piece - just to finish the rendez-vous in relative peace.

Abby answered the phone (without my knowledge) when my doctor called today with some test results. So, that was awesome and embarrassing. This girl and her electronics.

I really need to join a gym. But, all I can think about is the peanut butter pumpkin(s) I stashed away in the freezer. This time of year is going to kill me.

So... I should stop. Now the world knows who I really am.

A cheesy, drama loving, sap, who is obsessed with her kid and husband, and can't say no to food of any kind. Nice to meet you.