Thursday, November 27, 2014

Ode to Thankfulness and Good Eating

Twas the night of Thanksgiving
And all through the town,
Not a person was moving,
They were all taken down

By the rolls, the stuffing,
And of course, the turkey,
Cranberries and casseroles,
All smothered in gravy.

And who can forget pie?
Pumpkin or pecan,
Or maybe chocolate, or key lime,
I can go on and on.

So pop an antacid
And unbuckle your belt.
Next year you won't remember
How bloated you felt.

Seriously though, I am thankful for many things, and you are certainly part of that.  Thank you for your friendship, kindness, and indulgence.  Happy Thanksgiving!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


Well here we are, Thanksgiving Eve.  I wrapped up the house cleaning yesterday, so today I got to hang out and watch my kids play with their cousins, and if there's a greater treat than that, I don't know what it is.  My dishes are prepped and I am ready to see the big balloons fly down the streets of Manhattan.  I have no idea if anybody will watch with me, but I'll never stop trying.

I hope your turkey day is filled with joy, peace, and happiness.  May your heart and your belly be full.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Banking Nice Points

Sabrina made this for me today.

An excellent use of a vacation day, I must say.  Either she was completely bored or is doing her level best to stay off the naughty list.  I'll take it.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Doesn't Get Any Better Than This

Yesterday, we kicked off Thanksgiving week by heading to my sister's town for their community get together.  It's become something of a tradition for us over the years, and we really enjoy seeing an entire town (as well as a few nearby burbs) come together (I really mean entire - it's a ghost town out there) to share a meal and some fun.  And raise money from people willing to spend obscene amounts of money on mason jars of pickles and bales of hay.

There had to be at least 200 people ahead of us in line when we got there, and most of the seats in the giant barn like structure (that sounds bad - it's a really nice covered pavilion space) were filled with people already eating.  The line was easily as long when we finally snaked our way all the way around and got our food.  Everything was delicious, and the only disappointment I had was of my own mistake, because what I thought was pumpkin cream pie was actually key lime.  Soooo not the same thing.

I didn't bid on anything in the silent auction because many of these people are crazy and will jack up a $150 price for a $10 item.  Instead, we hung out watching the kids in the activity area, bouncing in the bounce houses and riding the oil can train.  I take their picture in this contraption every year because they're always so jazzed to ride in used fuel drums.  Maybe you have to be there, but for those of us who were, it was delightful.  Until next year.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Frustration, I Know You Well

I had every intention of putting together an entertaining or even thought-provoking post today, but I have just spent the last 4 hours putting lights on our new Christmas tree, including a trip to Walmart in the middle, and I'm still a strand short.  Insert expletives of choice here.

If it weren't already nearly 9 PM and I didn't have a number of other things (including this post) that need to get done before I go to bed, I would totally go back to get that strand so I can just finish the darn thing.  This comes as a surprise to exactly no one.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the day.  But then again, I might just throw up a 3 year old picture and call it a night, too.  I'm such an enigma.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Shop Like You've Never Shopped

I have been tracking Black Friday sales like I'm prepping for a fantasy football draft.  (Note to Husband: this is as close to a fantasy football draft as I'll ever get, so enjoy the image.)  And the funny thing is that I don't plan on setting foot in an actual store, if I can help it.  At most, I'll shop a little online, then sit back with a bowl of popcorn and watch the chaos.

I've honed me plan over years past, when I actually did take myself to brick and mortar buildings.  There was one year I got up at some ungodly hour, tiptoed out of the house, and drove to one particular store, only to see that a) it was cold and rainy, and b) a line already wrapped 3/4s of the way around the rather large establishment.  I immediately recovered from my crazy, drove home, and dove back under the covers.  Then there was the year I went to Walmart with my dad on Thanksgiving night, magically found a parking space, miraculously got the last one of the thing I was there to get, and managed to have a new register open just as I got up to the front to check out.  And then there was last year.

But this year, none of that.  I'm all about the internet, while I munch on leftovers and another piece of pumpkin pie.  Of course, that assumes my dad doesn't get an itch to shop and need his partner.  I'll go, if only for the story I'll be able to tell the next day.

What are your plans for the kickoff to holiday shopping?

Friday, November 21, 2014

Not a Good Way to End the Day

I was just sitting here, catching up on Twitter and thinking about what to write for today, when I heard Chris say the 3 most horrible words in the English language: "She's throwing up."

Sabrina turbo-barfed all over the bathroom, hallway, and her bed.  She hit the toilet, but mostly on the outside.  Seriously, she made the Exorcist look tame.  I think she tossed last week's cookies.

Did I mention we just had carpet in the hallway and Sabrina's room, as well as the tile in the bathroom professionally cleaned for lots of dollars - today?  Yep, that was money well spent.

So after an hour plus of scrubbing and bleaching, I am finally sitting here writing.  Aren't you lucky?

* I believe this is the result of some very poor, very greasy food choice this evening, but I'm not one to hedge my bets, so healthy thoughts would be much appreciated.