We’re carrying on over here. Bread gets a free turkey from work (some people get money, he’s appreciated in poultry). He requested he be allowed to cook the turkey in our home, for the family, on Thanksgiving. A little bit of history here-Bread loves meat. He loves to cook meat. And so, given the opportunity, he wants to either fire up the old BBQ or the stove to make a large bird, in this instance. We’ve been gone a ton lately so I’m happy to stay home. And, I am even happier to be in charge of the desserts.
Bread has been diligently working on his meal plan for the past few days. I gave him a deadline for his list because, since I don’t have a, ahem, real job, peer say, I’m shopping ASAP. The nutters come out to shop during the holiday season. I will avoid the stores on Wednesday. I can’t deal with that shit; I will have my child with me.
I believe I’ve discussed before, my family, and their inability to stray from a very 1970’s type of meal. If you missed it, in summary, they essentially have the same meal each time we get together. They are not embracing the change. Having just lost the patriarch of the family, The Greatest Man Ever, I’m not arguing. You want Deviled Eggs? We will makes some. You desire a vast array of pickles and olives and want to place them in a special, divided bowl? Go on with yourself. Do it! Make a relish tray! It can sit untouched and I won’t say a word! God bless the pickles!
My mom was asking what she could make for our lovely Thanksgiving meal. I couldn’t think of anything so I gave her Cole slaw. Admittedly, I like the slaw. It’s good. What’s not to like about cabbage tossed in mayonnaise? That was last week. I was all settled in with the Cole slaw. We added that to our menu. Then, mom throws a wrench in the plan. She wants to bring this Jell-O salad she makes. It’s pretty tasty, I suppose, but I never understand the Jell-O thing. Shouldn’t it be a dessert? My family always serves it with the meal. It’s confusing to young children! You’re not supposed to get dessert until you eat your meal! Plus, just because it has oranges in it, does not make it healthy! I’m crazy enough! I cannot be sending these mixed signals to my child!
Anyway, my mom wants to make the Jell-O. She says, “I know you don’t like it, but Grandpa likes it.” This is Grandpa, as in, The Best Man Ever, as in, her deceased father. I don’t say a word other than okay. I mean, I was speechless. Is he coming? If yes, why are we only making special Jell-O? Wouldn’t he rather have a steak? Why didn’t anyone tell me he was coming! I’ll go buy more plates! I don’t have enough China! We were going to eat off the “fancy” paper plates! WTF! It’s my house! Why am I always the last to know! And, we wonder why I’m crazy. Hi, Grampy.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Life Goes On
I recognize it’s been a bit since my last post-nearly two months. Time flies when you’re having fun! False. I have not been having much fun. But, I’m still here and ready to blog again. As I’ve mentioned before, blogging is my therapy. I need some of that for various assorted reasons. And, some of you missed me! Thanks!
What was I up to? Well, I was working for starters. Don’t be alarmed! I have not bailed on stay at home motherhood! Rest assured what I was working on was the seasonal job I do for my former employer. It involves much time on the old computer. Therefore, when I had a spare minute, spending time on the internet was not my first choice of leisure time. Plus, the ol’ Carpal Tunnel prohibits me. Yes, I am complaining about aches and pains. I am, indeed, elderly.
As I was wrapping up the job, The Best Man Ever, became very, very ill. He passed away almost two weeks ago. At nearly age 32, this is my first time dealing with a personal loss. Grieving is nothing like I imagined it would be; I realize I had lots of false notions about death, dying and grief. It has been significantly more difficult than expected. I’m not ready to discuss it but, maybe someday I will be. It’s just hard, that’s all I can say right now. The world has lost one of the best. I’m lucky to have a great husband and supportive friends. Thanks guys, I heart you.
Other things that have happened: my child turned three, we hosted a small birthday party, Bread had a birthday, we decided we have to give our pets away due to Bird's allergies and then changed our minds again and again and again...
Now I’m just working on finding my groove again. Perhaps I shall call Stella? Bad joke. Bad. Anyway, I’m just trying to return to “normalcy,” whatever that is. And, aside from dealing with some crazy people in the world (why are there so many), not much else is happening. Luckily, my child has been supplying me with an endless supply of blog material so, I’ll be writing when I have the urge. Laughter is the best medicine and who better to laugh at than yourself.
What was I up to? Well, I was working for starters. Don’t be alarmed! I have not bailed on stay at home motherhood! Rest assured what I was working on was the seasonal job I do for my former employer. It involves much time on the old computer. Therefore, when I had a spare minute, spending time on the internet was not my first choice of leisure time. Plus, the ol’ Carpal Tunnel prohibits me. Yes, I am complaining about aches and pains. I am, indeed, elderly.
As I was wrapping up the job, The Best Man Ever, became very, very ill. He passed away almost two weeks ago. At nearly age 32, this is my first time dealing with a personal loss. Grieving is nothing like I imagined it would be; I realize I had lots of false notions about death, dying and grief. It has been significantly more difficult than expected. I’m not ready to discuss it but, maybe someday I will be. It’s just hard, that’s all I can say right now. The world has lost one of the best. I’m lucky to have a great husband and supportive friends. Thanks guys, I heart you.
Other things that have happened: my child turned three, we hosted a small birthday party, Bread had a birthday, we decided we have to give our pets away due to Bird's allergies and then changed our minds again and again and again...
Now I’m just working on finding my groove again. Perhaps I shall call Stella? Bad joke. Bad. Anyway, I’m just trying to return to “normalcy,” whatever that is. And, aside from dealing with some crazy people in the world (why are there so many), not much else is happening. Luckily, my child has been supplying me with an endless supply of blog material so, I’ll be writing when I have the urge. Laughter is the best medicine and who better to laugh at than yourself.
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