Apple and Pumpkin Picking

So yesterday Boyfriend, Bug, and I went pumpkin and apple picking with Aunty Jen and Aunty Lindsay.

It was awesome. The weather was fantastic. It couldn't have been better.

I love fall. It is without question my favorite season, the leaves changing, the comfy sweater weather, apple and pumpkin everything, candles, blankets.

In my book, nothing tops it. Fall is my happy.

So this whole day was the epitome of that.

We got a daddy, mommy, and baby pumpkin and a whole bunch of apples. Daddy bought a yummy Apple Crisp and I bought a chocolate & caramel covered apple.

Holy delicious.

I only have a couple pictures for now but there are more to come, especially with the present that Aunty Lindsay got Bug that I may or may not be obsessed with.

But for now these will have to do.

Creamy Ranch Crockpot Chicken

Remember how I always say my favorite recipes are the easy ones?

This recipe is the epitome of easy.

Ingredients:

1 Package of Chicken Breast (I used just over a pound)
2 Cans of Cream of Chicken
1/2 Packet of Ranch Seasoning
1/3 Cup of Sour Cream
Cheese to Taste or as Desired (I used half a mozzarella cheese stick...think I'm joking? I'm not..we were out of cheese)

Instructions:

Quite literally just plop it together.

Ahh the beauty of crockpots.

I put my chicken in first, followed by the cream of chicken, sour cream, and then ranch seasoning. I added the cheese towards the end. Then I gave it quick stir and then stirred occasionally every 2 hours or so and Voila!

You can put it on pasta, rice, or even mashed potatoes. I used egg noodles because we always have more than enough of it to go around.

It cooks for about 5-6 hours on low and that's about it. Easy as can be.

It was almost too easy. I think next I'm going for the crock pot beef stew....Yum. One of my all time fall/winter favorites.

What's your favorite crockpot recipe?

Lemme hear em!

Why Me?

Can we talk about the shit that only happens to me?

As we've discussed previously I'm kind of a hazard.

I never cease to amaze myself sometimes I swear.

Allow me to elaborate further with the following story:

The other day when I was giving bug a bath, I was cleaning the tub of her things when I decided that there wasn't enough room in the shower for her other bottle of Johnson's and Johnson's (and to be completely honest, I'm not entirely fond of the smell...the purple bedtime bath and the yellow classic one are my two favorites...but I digress) so I pick up the bottle.

The bottle, mind you, is not wet. It is also in no way slippery or anything of the sort but my dumb ass managed to drop it.

Now I've dropped shampoo/soap/you-name-it bottles 4 bajillion-million times in the shower.

And my life usually flashes before my eyes followed by the overwhelming fear of crushed toes and some riverdance-esk foot flailing action.


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But in all those times not ONCE has anything happened to the bottle. Never ever.

Wanna know what happened this time around?

Feast Your Eyes:

This shit.

How is this even real life?

It just committed suicide.

And while part of me was all like..."Oh no, oh why?! Why meeeeee!?"

The other part was all like "Fine by me, I didn't really like ya that much anyway."

But still.

Stuff like this, would only happen to me.