Ok, a two-post day because I suck.

Ok, Ok, Ok! I’m here, really!

Time to admit that (gasp!) I got sick of NaBloPoMo. I tried to fake it and post-date a couple of entries, I tried to bribe the husband to go post something for me, but naaaaah, I’m over it.

Then again, It’s NaBloPoMo and here I am… posting.

I’ve officially received a “Where have you been?” email from a blogosphere friend. Don’t worry! I’m here, I’m fine, just busy.

We are deep into the Christmas Crazies. I’ve been online long enough to read my feed and keep up with y’all, but not enough to write.

I’ve been offline and spending evenings cooking, reading a Dean Koontz novel, catching up on a huge-stack-of-unread-magazines and tv episodes. I’m in between terms at school, so I’ve been prepping for my next class. Wanna hear a Stress Dream?

So this summer I picked up a class that was particularly stressful to teach. Before that class, and again last night I dreamed that I walked into the classroom full of students and started talking but they weren’t listening. So I truck along and write something on the board, and when I look back at the class they have all turned their chairs and monitors around and are facing the back of the room, with their backs to me. Ignoring me? Taking someone else’s class? I’m not sure, but I wake up feeling insecure. Like I need more insecurity in my life.

That Sweet Man I Married was kind enough to endulge my request for yarn and a crochet hook last night. He went out at 8:30 and brought home yarn, hooks, books, and chocolate. Its cold, I’m tired, and I wanted someting mindless to do with my hands while watching tv. Nevermind that last night’s Gilmore Girls episode was Knit, People! Knit!

What are you doing reading blogs? Go outside and enjoy the Santa Ana Winds!!!

 

The Animal Planet episode chronicled the adventure of some idiot who set out to pet a cobra on the head. Apparantly Steve Irwin died in vain. The camera man, he was smart enough to back away when necessary. After I snapped the picture of that scintillating episode, we headed out to Venice for Turkey dinner.

My Cousin sold her soul to now hosts Thanksgiving at her house every year to justify paying for this beautiful kitchen remodel.

We had a very yummy dinner, and this year she actually let everyone help. Yay. I was afraid she was starting to turn into my Grand Martyr Mother.

The turkeys were yummy. Yes, I said “turkeys” plural. Maybe we still need to work on my cousin and the overdoingitness. She bought two “smaller” ones this year so that she would have an easier time of flipping the bird (hee hee) half way through cooking it. Flipping the bird has something to do with keeping the turkey moist. Whatever. It worked. Yummy.

I have found stuffing that I will eat. Someone brought cornbread dressing, and it wasn’t reheated soggy breadcrumbs like that other cr stuff. I shall have to scour the net for a similar recipe.

I was Out-Potatoed. I brought sweet potato puree and some fancypants brought Pecan And Walnut Crusted Sweet Potato Bake. Is there an emoticon for MOCKING!? Pecan And Walnut Crusted… meh meh meh meh meh. It was better than mine. Dang it. I guess I have to come up with a new trick.

And the pie. Good grief. There was so much pie.  Two people were told to bring one, and they each brought three. Pecan, chocolate mouse, apricot, peach… I ate ice cream instead.
We made it an early night because My Cousin has an unrelenting retail job and has to be up at 5 a.m. 257 days a year.

DH and I went looking for something to do at 8 p.m. We had two choices one of them was wait in line at Walmart for whatever-is-supposedly-worth-waiting-in-line-all-night-for.

I was not about to let Ian stand in this line all night, or take pictures of the crazies people standing in the line. Movie! Movies! Let’s go to a movie!!!
We saw Deja Vu. It was good. Go see it. I even stayed awake all the way to the end, that’s how good it was!

Apparantly DH is just now getting in the swing of Christmas Shopping. Is there anything we need to get up at 5 a.m. to go buy? Are you sure you don’t want anything from Fry’s? I’ll go stand in line if there’s something that you want. Who are we shopping for? What are we getting him? Her? Them? We decided that nothing had to be purchased at 5 a.m.
As we settled into bed, DH says: “I want to get up at five just to go take pictures of the people in the line!”

“Good NIGHT Ian!”

Happy Post Turkey Shopping, Internets. I think I shall go back to bed.

A converstation about what restaurants are open for breakfast on Thanksgiving Day.
Breakfast.

A conversation about what stores are open on Thanksgiving Day.
A trip to the Drugstore to look around.
A vow to walk up and down every single isle. Start on the south side of the store.

A stop at the card isle, and read every. single. card.
Select card to frame at home.

A conversation about the lack of carwashes on this side of LA county.
A trip to the car wash.

A trip home to kill some time before we go to L.A.
An experiment with uploading pictures from the camera phone.

Upload photos and wonder why That Weirdo I Married is watching this on TV.

A huge thanks to the Lord, at least it isn’t football!

Rachel from Our Gaggle of Girls asked me:

Since you plan to have kids (and will therefore look back on this and laugh at yourself), some things you absolutely want to do and absolutely don’t want to do (ie: I won’t spank, I won’t use Lunchables, I will allow my child to jump on the bed)

The stores, they are crazy today. I overheard this (one sided) conversation.

Two boys were being pushed in that two-seater racecar/shopping cart combination. Three-year-old boy says to 12-month-old brother: “That is not what we are doing today. I am not in the mood.”

It was all I could do to not look at their mother and laugh. I really wanted to ask her the context in which her son heard her say that. I had to look away and walk around the corner.

“IIIII will never push my kids in one of those horrible racecar/lawn mower/Zamboni/shopping carts!” I realized as soon as I thought it, that I may as well start chewing my words right now!

JellyJules asked what new recipes I’d be trying out on relatives this Thanksgiving. Fortunately I’ve been able to avoid hosting Thanksgiving thus-far.

Well, I’ve only got two jokes, and I’ve only got one recipe. If you ask me for a recipe, you get Sweet Potato Puree. It’s the recipe that I tried out on my coworkers and family last year. They ate it. I guess that means it doesn’t suck.

I got it from RealSimple.com, go have a looksie.

Scissorbill suggested that I post one of my mom’s recipes. Mommy, How do you make Tea Wafers? I can never get them right!

 

 

Victoria would like to know what kind of advice I have for a single girl.

1. See the 2 books in the sidebar ->
GO BUY THEM!!
I am not making any money by telling you to do so.
The Five Love Languages is good for your relationship with anyone. The point is that sometimes the way we *feel* love not the way the other person expereses love. The book offeres some suggestions for showing other people love in a way that is meaningful to them. It also helps you know yourself.
The Questions For Couples book is a MUST for ANYONE who is planning on marriage or long-term committment. DH bought the book in electronic form. While we were dating, we each answered three questions a day for about a year. The book asks the easy questions first, and gets into the more difficult questions at the end. ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS, even if its just for yourself. You should have most of those answers at least thought out before you run off and get married to someone who wants completely different things than you do out of life.

2. If he’s really going to be around forever, he’ll be around *next year* too. If you are not ready to (fill in the blank), and you want more time, you have every right to say so. This is not some sort of test that you give a guy to jerk him around, and see how much he really loves you. This is about your plans for your life. You have control, you have the ultimate say over how old you are when you get married, the length of your engagement, and how long you want to wait before having sex.
Like it or not, the converse is also true. If you’re telling the guy that you have to get married right now, and he had better propose before this date… you owe yourself some major introspection time.

::Steps off Soapbox::
Now go visit Victoria!

Must keep writing. Must keep writing. Must keep writing.

 

I got nuthin.

Naughty Bloggers Post Morosely

National Blow Pop Month

Nathan Blocked Poor Moe

I got nuthin. Good night.

 

Spigot  (spgt)

1. A faucet. See Regional Note at andiron.
2. A wooden faucet placed in the bunghole of a cask.
3. The vent plug of a cask.

Ok, first of all, how did I go through 27.7 years of my life thinking it was spelled and pronounced “Spicket?”

Second, there really *is* such a thing as a bunghole? Who knew!?

 

 

Bunghole! ::tee hee hee:: Why is that funny today?