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It’s Thanksgiving, and I’m in between cooking tasks - turkey (bleh, sorry, not a turkey fan.  Or pumpkin pie.  Is that un-American?  Well, I AM half Brit, you know.  Blame my mom.) anyway, the turkey is in the oven, potatoes chopped up and ready to boil, sweet potatoes ready for the oven, cranberry sauce made.  Now it’s time for the shower, and a little family time, and of course, a post.

So.  What am I thankful for?  I think we all know the answer to that.  Last year, on this day, I was standing in a dormitory kitchen, making pecan pies for a dinner with people I hardly knew.  This year, I’m making an entire dinner for my family, in my kitchen, in my house.  I don’t need much more than that.  Well, okay, I DO, but you know what I mean.  I love my family, even when they bug me.  I’m thankful they love me, because I KNOW I bug them. 

I’m also thankful for the Butter Pecan ice cream sitting in my freezer.  I will be eating that instead of pie.  I will douse it with caramel sauce, and eat the whole pint if I want, because it is Thanksgiving and everything is calorie free.  If I had my way (and if my mom was here) I would actually be eating Mincemeat pies, but my mom is not here, so.  Butter Pecan ice cream it is, and not a bad trade, actually.

I hope everyone has a great holiday today, and everything tastes delicious, even if it is turkey and pumpkin pie.  I won’t hold your horrible food choices against you.

What I will do, however, is ask: what are YOU thankful for?  Is it your family?  Cake?  Being healthy?  It’s important to know, you know.  Be grateful for something - like…big cupholders in your car that will hold the largest drink containers.  Or, Cinnabon.  Or, the color pink.  Once you’ve figured it out, tell me what it is, because I’m nosey.

I am also done for now.  Have a fabulous day, you guys.

Tschuss!!

How to prove you are getting old (or feel like it, anyway):

1.  Fall in the shower
2.  While waking husband up to get sympathy for falling in shower, get elbowed in nose. 
3.  Hit head on wall so hard you feel your brain bounce against the other side

You guyyyyys, it sucked so bad!!!  It is inexplicable to me that I actually managed to fall in the shower!  That one little thing managed to make me feel older than every gray hair on my head.  And it hurt!  It knocked my breath out a little, and all I could do in my stunned state was sit in the position I landed in, mentally testing all my connections, before telling myself I was okay.  Which I totally was, except for the hurtiness.   I think I will use it as an excuse for the lack of energy I have just now.  Seriously.  I’m not lazy, it’s brain trauma.

It rained all weekend, and we spent it organizing, and REorganizing, and then organizing AGAIN, and Kari and Angel will be amused to know that in my many boxes of crap I unearthed my journal from high school and ohhhhh teenage me was so very…teenagey.  For the record, I was a much different person back in the day.  One day I will transcribe one of my bitter and dark and not well written poems so you, too, can laugh.  We also spent a great deal of (well-deserved) time catching up on Lost, Heroes, and The Office, and started in on Jericho, and praise god for bit torrent, for it is heavenly.  Jericho…man.  It started out such a good show, and now…it’s so not.  But it IS a great excuse for planting my lazy ass on my super comfy couch, so.  On with the season, citizens of Jericho and your totally unbelievable reactions to EVERY situation that occurs!

We determined that we have approximately one more weekend’s worth of putting things in their correct spot, which includes the hanging of pictures and the big delivery run to the thrift store on base, and then we are free to do a little roamin.  Which…Okay.  Two minds on this one.  No, I don’t wish there was more to do around the house and yes, I’m excited about the roamin, but I must say…the weather is sort of really turning into a deterrent to my wanderlust.  Things just don’t look as pretty in the rain.  Things just aren’t as much fun when you are cold and damp.  However, I am absolutely determined to make the most of my (at least) three years here.  It’s just sort of hard to do while wanting to curl up in your favorite spot with the new Stephen King.  Or, when you have brain trauma.  I’m just sayin.

On a different note, work is going well.  It’s different than any other job I’ve had, and since it is Headquarters, a total change of atmosphere.  I’m sort of under a tad bit of pressure to learn everything RIGHT THIS SECOND wait I MEAN YESTERDAYYYYYYY because the person I am replacing found out Friday he is leaving a whole lot earlier than he thought (as in, he has less than a month) and the other guy is retiring in June.  And, nobody else is coming in.  How will I perform under such pressure?  Adequately, I suppose - but it will make for very infrequent work posts because actually having to do something at work other than socialize makes pretty boring fodder for blogs.  I mean, I have to act all responsible and be in charge of stuff: not exciting.  At least I have windows here.  That makes life so much more tolerable.

Now, it is time to study. 

Tschuss!!

You know those picture hangers, the ones that come on the back of frames?  The ones that have jagged razor teeth and a taste for blood?  Well, today I somehow managed to jam one of them underneath my fingernail, and holy torture.  Seriously.  That fucker hurt.

I turned into superwoman today and unpacked almost every box and carried at least 27 loads of crap up three flights of stairs (dear stairs: you suck), and I can tell you with no doubt whatsoever that my back is very definitely 35 years old.  In fact, right now, it might even be 82.  We’ll see come morning, but I think I would be a smart woman to have a small amount of drugs readily available.  Meaning, owwww my back.  However, The entire downstairs is basically done, with the exception of the loaner furniture sitting right in the middle of the floor and the eight million jackets and hoodies sitting on the back of the couch because we have no coat rack and hey, I bet THAT would’ve been a good Ikea purchase, huh?  Hmm. 

Did I tell you the houses here are made of concrete?  John assures me, however, that hanging things on the wall will be a piece of cake, because he is a man and scoffs at things like concrete walls.  I say, whatever, just make sure the picture is straight and we’ll be good. 

I also want to take a small moment to tell you something that makes me really mad about my husband.  Okay, not really AT him so much, but at this thing he does - when he eats an apple, he eats the core, and I don’t know why, but it really bugs me.  In fact, he did it just now, and I said, "why do you DO that!  That is so gross.  It makes me mad."  and he said "…crunch crunch crunch"  so then I googled it, so I could prove that I was right when I assert that the seeds are inedible because they are poisonous and they will PLANT in his BELLY and grow into a tree and he will die from DEATH BY TREE.  But what did Google say?  Google said "bla bla not many people know apple cores are edible" and "blady bla cores are the sweetest part" and only after 20 minutes of googling various constructions of the phrase "are apple fucking cores edible" did I find THIS bit of information from Vegetarians in Paradise to prove I AM RIGHT:

"apple seeds are considered edible , but caution must prevail (JOHN).  Because they contain a small amount of cyanide (!!!!!!), apple seeds can only be tolerated in small amounts."

Ha!  I KNEW IT!  The very next apple might be his LAST and THEN!  Who will be sorry THEN!!!!  Well, besides me, because, you know, the obvious.  Anyway.  You could probably add "apple core eating" to my list of things I really dislike.

Wow, I’m tired. 

Tschuss!!