I hope you all are having a lovely Thanksgiving. I hope that friends and loved ones are spooning a healthy third serving of mashed potatoes onto your plates at this very moment!
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I am home alone with a head cold while the husband has the children at their Thanksgiving extravaganza.
I am tired, sick, and bored. Dear Internets, with what can you amuse me?
Let’s see - how to amuse Melissa? My Thanksgiving was both wonderful and very weird. This is the first time I’ve attempted to put it into words - and believe me, it WON’T be showing up on my blog. My brother, who just got back from Iraq, invited our cousin to Thanksgiving dinner at our parents’ house. We’ve kind of lost touch because of a falling out between her dad and our mom, but there were never any hard feelings toward her. Her kids were off with their dad and her father and his wife were with the wife’s family… and my brother is holding her hand, hugging her a lot and resting his hand on her waist. At first I thought I was imagining things, but I watched them all afternoon and yes, I have to say that I believe my brother and our cousin have a thing for each other. Or it is a VERY elaborate practical joke to see if they can provoke anyone to say something. Part of me is flabbergasted, and part of me says “so what?” We live in the South… at one time being related was the preferred method of finding a mate. Are we amused yet????
Well, Sayre set the bar way too high and I can’t really compete with that one. All I got is engrish.com and that’s always my standby for when I’m looking for something to do while bored.
Gosh, had I known you would be by yourself I would have invited you over. Me thinks you would have been totally amused by the friends we had over for din-din.
I have a headcold, too, as does my true love. I am downright vegetative, and all I could even blog about yesterday was squash. Today, because I’m in NaBloPoMo, even though my sinuses feel like they have been sealed with cement, I still have to blog about something, and I just can’t think of anything except how sick I feel.
Maybe I’ll blog about pants. Yes. I will blog about pants.
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh……drooooooolllll…
And I haven’t even taken NyQuil in two days now. This is all me.
So. Sympathy? Buckets. Entertainment? Uh, sorry, but the entertainment, if any, is strictly D-list.
This weekend I learned a lot from my 11-year-old niece: Hobos (this is a term she defined as applying to any poor person) live in the woods or on the railroad tracks. You shouldn’t go in the woods because a hobo might try to kill you. Not only that (and these are her exact words), they’ll try to eat your stomach and your butt, because that’s where the chicken is. (She later explained that hobos would want your stomach and your butt because, had you eaten chicken, it would be in one of those two locations.
I checked out the Scholastic thing. Nice. Reminded me of when I was interning at an Indiana museum and I heard an ancient docent tell a school group of 2nd graders all about the “injuns”
November 23rd, 2006 at 9:46 pm
Let’s see - how to amuse Melissa? My Thanksgiving was both wonderful and very weird. This is the first time I’ve attempted to put it into words - and believe me, it WON’T be showing up on my blog. My brother, who just got back from Iraq, invited our cousin to Thanksgiving dinner at our parents’ house. We’ve kind of lost touch because of a falling out between her dad and our mom, but there were never any hard feelings toward her. Her kids were off with their dad and her father and his wife were with the wife’s family… and my brother is holding her hand, hugging her a lot and resting his hand on her waist. At first I thought I was imagining things, but I watched them all afternoon and yes, I have to say that I believe my brother and our cousin have a thing for each other. Or it is a VERY elaborate practical joke to see if they can provoke anyone to say something. Part of me is flabbergasted, and part of me says “so what?” We live in the South… at one time being related was the preferred method of finding a mate. Are we amused yet????
November 23rd, 2006 at 9:50 pm
Oh my goodness! So amused! Totally amused!!
November 24th, 2006 at 12:27 am
Well, Sayre set the bar way too high and I can’t really compete with that one. All I got is engrish.com and that’s always my standby for when I’m looking for something to do while bored.
Hope you’re feeling better soon- smooch!
November 24th, 2006 at 2:19 am
Gosh, had I known you would be by yourself I would have invited you over. Me thinks you would have been totally amused by the friends we had over for din-din.
November 24th, 2006 at 7:50 pm
I have a headcold, too, as does my true love. I am downright vegetative, and all I could even blog about yesterday was squash. Today, because I’m in NaBloPoMo, even though my sinuses feel like they have been sealed with cement, I still have to blog about something, and I just can’t think of anything except how sick I feel.
Maybe I’ll blog about pants. Yes. I will blog about pants.
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh……drooooooolllll…
And I haven’t even taken NyQuil in two days now. This is all me.
So. Sympathy? Buckets. Entertainment? Uh, sorry, but the entertainment, if any, is strictly D-list.
I hope we all feel better very soon.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:30 am
This weekend I learned a lot from my 11-year-old niece: Hobos (this is a term she defined as applying to any poor person) live in the woods or on the railroad tracks. You shouldn’t go in the woods because a hobo might try to kill you. Not only that (and these are her exact words), they’ll try to eat your stomach and your butt, because that’s where the chicken is. (She later explained that hobos would want your stomach and your butt because, had you eaten chicken, it would be in one of those two locations.
November 26th, 2006 at 12:40 pm
Stephanie, thank you for the new timewaster! How had I not seen this ridiculous thing!
Lisa, you are sooo sweet! But I would have only given your dinner party a snotty parting gift.
The kind that Sara has…poor Sara!
Theresa, Oh my god.
November 27th, 2006 at 11:57 am
Hey there. I hope you’re feeling better now.
OTJ
November 28th, 2006 at 11:05 am
I checked out the Scholastic thing. Nice. Reminded me of when I was interning at an Indiana museum and I heard an ancient docent tell a school group of 2nd graders all about the “injuns”