Excuse Me, But Do You Have The Time?

To do something fun and friendly?

My friend Sam is in his last year of vet school.

He is the oldest of five children.

He has spent the last six years anyway, busily working away at becoming not just a vet, but a man.

He was on the team that went to India the year Mickey went.

He helped me figure out what was wrong with Low Self-Esteem Dog’s eye, when she tried to take it out herself.

He is seemingly unaware of his eligibility as a bachelor.

He is trying to win a weird prize.

An portable ultrasound for large animal use.

Glamorous, right?

Well, here’s the deal.

It’s a video entry and will be decided by votes.

He is the only student in the competition and most of the people I know, know him.

Except here.

If you wouldn’t mind stopping by and casting your vote, he would be so very thankful.

His is the last entry and it’s awesome as Sam is.

By all means, if you need to watch all the videos, feel free, because I want you to vote your conscience.

Because loving your friends is loving your friends IRL and Blog.  Right?

Thanks!

 

What’s That Noise? What’s That Smell?

November 1.

Y’all know how I get with new beginnings.

Starting now, there is really nothing else going, but holiday planning until Christmas is over.

At my most recent check of the countdown clock, it was 53 days 17 hours 42 minutes and 42 seconds until Christmas.

Which falls on a Tuesday.

Meaning Jan 2 is a Wednesday.

I couldn’t possibly think of a more anti-climactic set up for the beginning of a year.  I will say though, it seems to beg the office to be officially closed on Monday because no one will do anything anyway except eat the Fiddle Faddle and the weird cookies that came in that basket the little hipster sales rep brought.  They’ll “elf themselves” and fwd their wives crap that Dr Sanjay Gupta publishes (WTH, Man?) and sit around on the clock until the boss comes through at 2:15 and says, “Why are you guys still here?”.

Just be closed.

I digress.

I have historically failed to capture the holiday magic.

This All Saint’s Day, I intend to bring the holiday noise, and, while I am at it, the holiday funk as well.

If Pinterest fails to load over the next day or so, that’s me.  If you don’t mind, call the house and remind me to share.

Pinned from The Ivy Cottage Blog

There will be free holiday printables and crafts and so forth.

Mickey has authorized me to purchase holiday decorations for the porch as our neighborhood has a contest.

 

Yes.  You read that right.  Just like in Charlie Brown Christmas. (We are nothing if not literary around here.  I’m the Stephen Crane of moms.)

Which is not to dis’ a Pilgrim, at ALL.

We’ve invited my sister-in-law for Thanksgiving, and I’ve unofficially planned to host a party on Black Friday for those of us who don’t go shopping, to craft and watch The Family Stone.*

This holiday, the noise will be loud; the funk will be the stank of us.

How do you get it started in your house?  How do you kick off the holidays?  What traditions are uniquely yours?

Oh, and…

53:16:27:45

Better get cracking.

 

 

 

*The Family Stone is a movie made for grown up women.  Your kids will just bother you and ask why you are laughing and why you are crying.  Your husband will piss and moan about chick flicks and why couldn’t we be watching the game or the Three Stooges.  Watch it alone or with girlfriends.  Like The Notebook, only with Luke Wilson and therapeutic marijuana.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s for Dinner?

Tomorrow is Thankfulness Day.  Because, by the time I can sit down to the computer, I will be Thankful that the concert is over and that the Christmas season is underway.  Oh, I will rock the Gratitude.  Like the Pilgrims rocked Plymouth.

I digress, sort of.

This time last year, I was clattering away on an “anonymous” blog.  I thought at the time that I didn’t care for what anonymity did for my attitude. Recently, I looked back at some of the Thanksgiving posts and they made me laugh.  I am re-posting.  Or whatever.

Overall, my idea was to share what I did for Thanksgiving for the person who didn’t have a current tradition.  The recipes are probably practically useless because I don’t really have them written down any place.  I just freestyle and we eat.  One year, I left the broccoli out of the broccoli casserole.

So without further ado:

ACCIDENTALLY BY DESIGN HONORS A DEAD BLOG WHOSE NAME WAS LESS SEO THAN IF I HAD NAMED IT LADY GAGA

OR

THANKSGIVING WITH A SIDE OF JET LAGGED, PTSD, GRIEF

OR

NOT BAD FOR ALL YOU GOT GOING THIS YEAR

THANKSGIVING
…that special holiday when the pilgrims ate brie en croute.
Really?
One of my mini(many)-addictions is magazines.  Yet, November is just a ‘no-go’ on magazines, because every magazine publishes ‘new‘ recipes for Thanksgiving.
Really?
Oh, and don’t let’s forget… The-Last-Turkey-Recipe-You-Will-Ever-Need.
Really?
Can I just say?…
You don’t need a recipe for turkey(the directions are printed on the wrapper)!
Why, oh why, do we need new recipes for sides?  I know some people don’t have a Thanksgiving tradition or at least not one they want to repeat.  But why would we blame the food?  There is a menu for this holiday.  We don’t need new.  Thanksgiving isn’t about new.  It is specifically about what has gone before.  We know that the pilgrims didn’t have feta OR turkey gravy from a jar.
My connection to my far away family’s tradition is that I duplicate the menu every year.  The aunts didn’t do it on their own.  They haven’t yet.  We also have new traditions.  We get together with friends who are like family.  I am no longer doing it alone.  My daughters have taken over the preparation of their favorite dishes.
I love Thanksgiving: the Holiday.  I invite you to share my family’s traditions. Remember back when the Pilgrim’s hung out with their unlikely new friends, the Indians and everyone had a clean plate?
As for Thanksgiving: the Practice– I am not as accomplished at that.  But I know this…
You don’t need a recipe for Thanksgiving.
You just get on down on them knees.
Fold them hands, like so.
Drop your chin to your chest.
Close your eyes.
Open your mouth and whisper,
“Thanks.”
Tomorrow: What exactly is the menu, and if you are so ordinary, why are you a food snob?  And…Homemade Noodles for regular folk.
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