A Turkey of A Day

My mom refuses to cook turkey. So, while we are having dinner at her house tonight, I still have to cook the turkey and take it in.

My alarm went off at 6:00 so the turkey could go in by 7:00, but thing began going wrong before I had even tasted my coffee.

Better back up for a minute...You see, I have this awesome oven--you could totally fit two turkeys into it at the same time. Except it's not actually awesome because the door doesn't open up all of the way. In fact, it doesn't even open halfway, which is normally doable and just results in a constant burn on my arm that I have become immune to, but I'm getting off track.
At approximately 6:05, after turning on the oven, I realized that the rack would need to be lowered. Okay, no big right? I'll just take off the door. The problem is, the door then needed to go back on. After much whispered cursing, which my husband later informed me was more at a Chef Ramsey level of kitchen dispute, and some very quiet soft suggestions from our youngest that perhaps we should wake dad up and ask him to help, I got the door back on. Yay! All good, right?

Except for one minor detail--the turkey still had to go in, and the whole process becomes way more complicated when that door is 400 degrees.

I lifted my coffee cup to my lips, and just before that first glorious taste...."Mom! I stepped in cat poop!" Of course you did honey...

Then up popped my darling husband and Master, to inform me that I was not indeed behaving in nearly as stealthy of a manner as I had thought, and yes, I had probably better put the turkey in then let the oven come up to temperature.

Washed the child off, pulled the over door off again, shoved the turkey in the oven, replaced the door, got a drink off coffee before it miraculously vanished, and we're rolling surprisingly close to schedule.

Getting it out should be fun...

Did I mention that I had to go to the grocery store last night because someone who shall rename unnamed (ahem) requested pumpkin pie after I did my shopping reasonably early? Then I forgot to add the milk. Because new recipe. Because cookbooks packed.

Yep, it's turkey day alright.

I hope that you all have an awesome day, regardless of whether or not it's a turkey day where you live!

And the Cat Was Dancing in the Kitchen...

I've been awake since 2:30 AM. In my defense, I waited until 4 to get up and make coffee. I was tired, really. But I woke up to go pee (in the toilet even, tyvm) and...

Plus, the cat was dancing in the kitchen, and I have 99 legitimate things to worry about on top of a million illegitimate issues, so naturally there was no going back to sleep.
I'm sure there's something useful I should be doing, because there are never enough hours in the day, but maybe there is sometimes if you get up in the middle of the night...

I did find this:

 Not exactly productive, but still kind of funny.

I should say that I'm not a mess. And if I did say it, I should totally mean it, but I wouldn't really mean it, so I would totally be lying.

I worry about leaving my mom.
I worry about sending my kids to a school with a thousand students (this one's kicking my ass).
I worry about next month, what I forgot to do yesterday, what might happen tomorrow.
If it can or cannot be named, I worry about it.

 

Yep, that's me. If I was guy. And the hose wasn't frozen. Because winter.

Oh yea, found another good shot of my life (why do the boys get all the good pictures?)

Ooh, shots...If I pretend that I didn't go to bed, is it still too early to start drinking? I mean, after all, it is dark...

Meh

And that, my friends, is all I have to say today.

Okay, well maybe just one more...

And just so winter doesn't think she's off the hook...

Changing My Motto

I have lived in one place for far too long--it is becoming painfully apparent that my life's packing experience consists of throwing all my shit into the back of a truck in the midst of a knockdown dragout fight with some parental figure.

I'm changing my life motto...

Thank You

Normally, I spend Love Our Lurkers day roaming Blogland and saying hello everywhere. I didn't do any of my usual roaming this time, and there was even two days of opportunity! I'm sure I have valid excuses, really, I do! Yea...

I seem to lurk more often than not these days, and if you have a Wordpress blog, I'm always lurking--long story short, Wordpress hates me and will not allow me to open my big mouth at all. Ever.

Rambling on, I know. Getting to the point, I appreciate Blogland. I appreciate all of the blogs I read, and all the people who visit me here. Even when I spend my visitation time silently.

So thank you Bloggers--you have inspired me, made me laugh and cry, inspired introspection and thoughts that I normally wouldn't have had. You have made me feel...Not alone. And for that, I am deeply grateful.

And to my readers? You amaze me. Sometimes I think you're all crazy for sticking with me, but I'm not complaining. You have made this blog something it might not have been, you have given me a platform on which I am heard. I give you my secrets, my random insanities, my deeply held beliefs, my soapbox rants, and you listen (figuratively).

So, thank you Blogland.

I wish I could say that I'll be contaminating your dashboards with daily posts, and returning to the more regular posting schedule that I used to keep...But life is insanity. We're taking a huge leap of faith with our lives, and such things do seem to require an inordinate amount of time and effort. But I'll continue to muse and complain with some regularity, I'm sure. So for now, it's pretty much life as usual...

Lurker Love

It has come to my attention that it is once again Love Our Lurkers Day. A day dedicated to sweet talking silent visitors into speaking up and saying hello.

Oh, the lurker--someone who reads silently and goes on about their way, with only the trace of a hit on our stats that they have been there at all. I'll let you in on a little not-so-secret secret--you are the majority of my readership.

I am grateful and still surprised that so many of you come here. Being the curious creature that I am, I wonder what brings you here, who you are, what you have to say...

I am constantly amazed by how many of you silently grace the pages of this blog. Given that I really never thought anyone at all would read here, it's quite an honor to know that you do, even if you are quiet.

Here I share my mind, my thoughts, the random insanities that pop into my head. And, much to my surprised delight, you read them!
Would you be so kind as to leave me a word? Perhaps why you're here, a bit about yourself, or even just hello...I won't bite. Promise--its actually a rule.
If you've ever wanted to say anything to me, or leave a hello on this blog, today would be the perfect day to do so! I tell you my secrets, won't you give me a word?

And just to get everybody going this morning...

So Much to Say...

I have so much to say that words escape me.
My world is changing drastically, and I'm still in that place where it all feels like a dream. I keep waiting to wake up...
I have so much to say that the words they are choking me.
Leading to silence
falling behind miles of unknown road.

And I realized that I'm a junky, as such untrustworthy--anything to get my fix. I'll turn it off over and over again because I don't trust myself when it's on. I become a slave to my fix, the fix that only dominance can give.

The world is upside down and inside out, as the future stretches out before me, unknown and unseen. I almost took a little peek you see, but I didn't...There's nothing to be said for knowing exactly what's ahead.

I have so much to say that I am drowning in my own words.
Words unused on the path less traveled, as everything that was comes unraveled so that we may use the threads to make something new...