It’s Black Friday, and I didn’t even go shopping! I’m sooooooo tired from all the turkey we’ve been eating. I can’t even think of a single topic to write about. This is only because I’m partially hungover (too much wine) and tomorrow I have to drag out the Christmas tree.
Thanksgiving photos coming soon!
We (you know, me and the fam) hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!
It’s the anniversary of the tragic death of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Last year, I wrote about my grandmother’s love for the first and only Catholic president.
This year, I’ve shared my memories of Thanksgiving and my grandmother’s recollection of this tragic day, in a post over at BlogHer.
If you can steal a few moments away from the family and the football game (Go, Packers!), head over there and visit me.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
That today is False Confessions Day. My confession is that I’m very, very, VERY excited about this. Heh.
Thanksgiving. Tomorrow. Turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole. I can feel my hips widening at the very thought of the desserts that will line my mother’s buffet. I’m bringing the Blueberry Cheeseycake. Grandma’s recipe never fails to satisfy the sugary appetites of my family, and of course it sticks right to my thighs.
I still haven’t gotten the ingredients I need from the grocery store. I’m procrastinating and I have no excuse for this behavior. Especially when I was at the store yesterday to get stir-fry seasoning. I just didn’t have the patience to deal with it. More about that in a moment.
Yesterday I left work and hour early because I had an appointment for my annual eye exam. Dr. Rollins’ office was remodeled over the summer and it’s really nice. I worked for Doc six years ago for about six months and I couldn’t get over the change in the floor layout and design theme. It’s bright yellow and cheery now, as opposed to mauve and dark. Doc lectured me about not wearing my contacts and relying on my glasses. He thinks the migraines I experience are due to constantly putting on and taking off my glasses too much throughout the day. Back to lenses it is.
After the eye exam, I went to get my hair cut. I was originally going for just a trim, but I told Liz (my stylist) to chop it up and make me look funky. Boy, did she. I’ll put up a photo asap. It’s longer in the front and mucho short in the back. I can’t explain it very well, a photo will be required to give you the idea. I suppose it’s kind of like a crooked bowl-cut. I think?
When I got home after my appointments, I was in no mood to run back out to the store. Doug wasn’t sure what to make for dinner and I begged him to find something in the freezer to thaw. We agreed on stir-fry but realized we had no seasoning, other than ginger. I mean, what do you put in besides ginger? Garlic? Pepper? My husband even called the grocery store where he works to ask one of the guys to read the label on the stir-fry seasoning to see if we could match it at home. No dice.
I reluctantly put my shoes back on and drove the 1/2 mile to Copps Food Center. While there, I grabbed the seasoning and ran to stand in line behind the morons nice people in the check-out lanes. These idiots lovely patrons were doing their last minute holiday shopping. Their carts were piled high with stuff, the lines were long, and every single lane was open. Do you think I had the common sense to go back and get the graham crackers, cream cheese and pie filling I needed? No….that would be too difficult.
I rationalized by saying there were too many people in the store and I didn’t want to have to climb over carts to get what I needed. Besides that, I didn’t want to lose my place in the line I stood in for twenty-five minutes. The only moron in that store was me.
As if today will be any different? Hardly. And yet, I have to go back there and get the junk or else my father will be very disappointed that he didn’t get his annual dish of blueberry torte this Thanksgiving.
The good news is that I won’t have to drag Dawson to the store with me. My father is picking him up from daycare today, and Dawson will be staying overnight at my parents’ house. I packed his Lightning McQueen suitcase with pajamas and a change of clothes, and he’s taking his Kermit the Frog sleeping bag with him. This morning, I was explaining to Dawson what a sleeping bag is and how he’ll use that when he goes to bed tonight. When we got to daycare he ran up to Renee and said, “Look at my sleeping frog, Nae!” We both couldn’t stop laughing.
I’m wishing this workday would end quickly…I want to go home and drink an entire bottle of wine tonight! You know, because Dawson is sleeping elsewhere! Holy crap! This means Doug and I can sleep in our own bed next to each other!
Are you procrastinating this holiday season?
It’s Absurdity Day. Something about the word ‘absurd’ makes me laugh. It’s just a funny word to say in a sentence. “Why that’s absurd!!” you might say. See what I mean? It’s just a funky word.
Here at casa La Dana Files, I am pondering how to get rid of 1.5 million packing peanuts that arrived in several (ten) boxes. Guess what was used to protect those peanuts? Several Christmas presents a la Partylite Gifts. I filled four large garbage bags full of the things. I just can’t understand why companies use these. There has to be a better shipping method. I mean, why not use old newspapers, or old tissue paper, or old wrapping paper, etc.?
How do I dispose of these without hurting the environment? Any ideas? Can I just ship them back to the company so they can reuse them?
It’s absurd that so many packing peanuts were used just to ship things. So much for going green this holiday season.
Maybe I could make my own bean bag chair. Instead of beanies, I’ll use packing peanuts. It will be a peanut bag chair. Not a good ring to the name but you get the idea.
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