More to come

So OK I've been reading here there and everywhere around this ole inter net thang and ... I have read more than once about how "my mother is (or was) my best friend". How over used and trite is that phrase? Really. Come on! I loved my mother. She was, absolutely, way better and more fun than most mothers but.... best friend? Wow. Where are these people coming from? I learned, a lot of years after I should have, that my mother had my back always. She never let me know however. She let everyone else know but ME? I was out there alone. She knew I would be eventually and that's what she was aiming for. Get out! Do it! Man up! or whatever you say to a fat foolish little girl who appeared to be the biggest target for whatever walked by. A kid with absolutely no street smarts (still don't have them by the way). You know.. She probably was and still is my best friend but not that I knew. She loved me enough to let me go. I loved her enough to never share what I was up to. She knew though. She knew too that she didn't want to know the details. I don't get that kids today tell their mothers everything. Where are the boundaries? Yeah. That's how old I am.

Happily Ever After

We had such a great day. Ate drank and were merry. Yesterday we plowed through the wreckage. I say we but even after he cooked and cooked, that wonderful husband of mine cleaned and cleaned. We sat down and watched meaningless movies on TV until dinner time and then I heated up the leftovers and we had Thanksgiving dinner all over again. Oddly enough when I cleaned up from that I went to bed leaving my husband and nephew to eat pie.

Today is a sunny and cold one and we will amble through it in a most relaxed manner. I am doing laundry and we will go out to breakfast after which, believe it or not, I must get to the supermarket. How can it be? Well, the eggs and milk and bread need replenishing. Enjoy the lovely feeling of having no major meal to prepare.

Maybe Elf or A Christmas Story will be on. I can hope. Here's what's left of Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Hanukkah

So far so good. No snow. Oven works. Turkey thawed. Food bought. Table clothed. Bathrooms clean. Ready as I can ever be for the big day. I really love Thanksgiving. The whole day is just about relaxed overindulging, and then the day after is like New Years for me. I make Thanksgiving resolutions and they are always the same. Keep the house clean even when company isn't coming, prepare for Christmas before Christmas Eve and lose weight. Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving and it's Hanukkah too so Happy Hanukkah!

Catch Up

Wow. It's been a long time. I don't know where to begin. We went on vacation and had a great time. We visited family in Mississippi and friends in Florida and stayed by ourselves in New Orleans. The weather was outstanding and now we're back and it's blinking cold. We even had snow. SNOW!!! yes snow. Over an inch. Ok so it went away the next day, at least most of it did. Oh. Did you hear? The Red Sox won the World Series? No kidding. We were in New Orleans the night we won and lucky for everyone else on the block that we had been to a fabulous restaurant, had an abundance of food and wine and my hubbie was snoring in the chair. If he had been awake he would have had everyone else awake too. He gets very enthusiastic and verbal. Ok so he's loud.

So there's that, and now Thanksgiving is on the way. As usual, we start out by saying rather firmly that this year we are going out to eat. My nephew will be with us and the three of us will go out on Thanksgiving Day and cook turkey over the weekend. Yes. That's right. Case closed. So how many are coming here for dinner you ask? Maybe 10 I answer. I never know how it happens but every year it does. Hopefully this year the oven won't conk out. It did last year and we had to run to a friend's house with the turkey and use the gas grill for the vegetables. Oh yeah. That was a good time. It actually was once the turkey came back cooked and all because then the driving across town stopped and we could pour the wine. I must go on a hunt for these. Won't be Thanksgiving without them.

Later Gaters