I adore my nieces and nephews, every last one of them. I enjoyed them coming over for thanksgiving, running around my house, having fun and telling their parents they don’t want to leave.
They wouldn’t leave my cat alone but that’s another story. Just to put it in context, one of my cats love attention, a complete attention whore but she went to bed without dinner cos she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to find a corner to hide.
Three of the kids stayed over with their parents, and although I’m not overly fond of noise, bless my heart, I figured it’s one day a year, it won’t kill me. I did have to bite my tongue from asking my sister when they were planning on leaving this morning, cos that would have been plain rude. I thought it though. And they just left, 15 minutes ago.
It was a great thanksgiving, the best in years. And for that I’m truly thankful for everything.
Plans for the rest of the day? Date with my couch, wine and DVR. Not much, I’m an easy gal to please.
I can also bring three bottles of Moscato, is that okay?- my little sister
Sure, that’s cool- me (knowing full well, I already have 3 bottles of Moscato)
And I still maintain, you cannot have too many bottles of wine, there’s no such thing.
Also, just scrolling through my dashboard it occurred to me that in celebrating thanksgiving, my family has never, ever, set a table for people to sit down to eat. Ever. It’s fix your plate, buffet style, find your corner or a chair and proceed to eat and socialize. We are like total barbarians!
So much to be thankful for this year and I thank the universe everyday as soon as I open my eyes each morning.
Happy thanksgiving everyone!!
I’m hosting thanksgiving this year and my definition of host is make everyone cook from their home, then bring the food to mine.
Start time is 4pm, so I can have the whole morning up to almost evening to myself- and I did it for my son who is the oldest cousin to 6 little ones under 10. My only child isn’t used being around that many small kids at once.
My older sister called this morning to tell me she and her family will be spending the night. I just wish she gave me more notice because the introvert that I am, it usually takes me a week to prepare my brain and get it ready for people to come into my intimate space, my home- which is why I purposely moved almost 50 miles away from the nearest family in DC.
And while on the phone, my sister’s daughter was screaming her head off, a direct contrast to my home where I’m sitting on my couch typing this post and the only audible sound is my clock ticking. I wish I said no but I can do this…….*squaring my shoulders* (courage Abbie), I can do this.
So I’m hosting thanksgiving and I wanna lie and say I’m up at this hour because I’m sweating in the kitchen cooking for 19 people.
But I won’t lie to you my friends.
Instead I’m watching old episodes of Doctor Who and drinking a glass of wine.
Being the great host I am making my guests bring the food. My older sister is bringing the turkey cos I flattered her all week telling her she makes “the best turkey”. My younger sister is bringing all the fixings cos, she makes “the best fixings”. And our youngest sister is bringing drinks cos I told her if she wants to drink she needs to bring her own beer, and “pick a few up for everyone else”.
My reasoning is the six kids under 10 they’ll be bringing with them, I shouldn’t have to deal with their kids AND cook for them.
I’m must be the only person hosting thanksgiving who isn’t cooking, no?
Since I got up this morning, I’ve planted my butt firmly on my couch to catch up on all my shows: Judge Judy, Doctor Who, Elementary, Witches of East End, Modern Family, Sleepy Hallow, American Horror Story, Mindy Project, Agents of Shield, Will and Grace, Brooklyn Nine- Nine, Almost Human, Burn Notice, Dracula, etc, and to think, I wasn’t that much of a TV person before.
Foolishness. I’m cured now.
And my whole day centers around the next time I get up…..cos you know, I do have to move to stretch from time to time.
In no particular order, the next time I get up, I’ll
Get some more wine
Put the cheetos balls back
Get some more wine
Get some more wine
Get the filled twizzlers bites (good stuff!)
Move the laundry from the washer to the dryer
Use the rest room
Get some more wine
Feed the cats
Turn off the fan in the upstairs bathroom (I’m having pipe leaking issues….my welcome to home ownership)
Get some more wine
Get charger from my room, my kindle battery is on low
Get some more wine
Maybe Dinner if I’m hungry
I’m totally a planner, no doubt.
Ps: Any other shows I should be dvr-ing? I have a FOUR DAY weekend this week, which means tons of tv entertainment.
I asked one of the nurses at work what happens to the patients after they leave.
We work in a hospital that functions solely has a clinical trials facility for cancer patients.
Her response was, they die.
There was an episode of sex and the city where Carrie was dating this Russian who was so matter of fact about his friend dying from cancer. She needed comfort when her friend had a cancer scare and the Russian just kept saying, she’ll die.
That’s how I felt. My former boss had cancer in 2008, it metastasized this year and she’s currently in clinical trials at a different facility. “They die”, though the nurse is a nice lady, made me want to choke her…..which would make her die…point is, I don’t want ANYBODY to die.
My boss keeps a blog where she updates family and friends and I was a little concerned since she hasn’t updated in a month- which is why I asked the nurse in the first place. As if on cue, I got a notification that there was a new post on my boss’ blog and I couldn’t click that link fast enough.
She wrote that the combination drugs she’s taking, Temozolomide and Veliparib is making her tumours stay the same or shrink in size- in other words a success!!
Her cancer isn’t curable but it is treatable, and as long as she can help it, she won’t die from fucking cancer. She is stepping down from her deputy director’s position to work part time and focus on her treatments.
I love this woman because she acknowledges how fortunate she is for financially being able to work part-time, and find incredible resources for treatments prolonging her life.
Sorry for the long post, my heart is so filled with joy, it’ll burst if I don’t get it out.
Depression is an ugly thing. There’s no such thing as depression in my culture, and I say my culture but I really mean my parent’s. I’m first generation American born to Nigerian immigrants and by that culture’s litmus test, I have nothing to be depressed about. So even when I vent or post about my depression, I feel both better and a little guilty too - cos I really do have a lot to be thankful for. But I’m sorry for having everything I need and still feeling depressed when I know some of my friends are having legitimate issues…..(hugs Rick & Mindy)
My eternal conundrum.
I’m brainwashed over the nature of depression and it’ll take a while to unlearn and re- wire my brain.
Don’t hate me, I tried pumpkin latte for the first time. Verdict. Hated, really hated it. I’ve never liked pumpkin pie either so….
I’ve been saving all my dvr recordings in anticipation of my blessed, much anticipated, earned (I’m a veteran) 3 day weekend, and I plan to spend the entire time eating, sleeping and watching tv.
When my son’s “nice” for no reason, I get uber suspicious.
I said I was hungry, it’s 11:23pm and he offers to go pick up fast food.
This 17yo kid actually thinks I’m buying his drill….but, these days I get what I can from him. I miss my kid, he has a life of his own of which a big chunk is without me. (“of which a big chunk is without me”??? I don’t talk like that in real life, not sure why I wrote it like that).
Anyway, I pay so he can get something for himself too.
Also- I kinda like the Friday crew here on tumblr, we’re all home playing on the internet on a FRIDAY night,
I mean not that I’m complaining cos I love my nights on the couch but bless our social-less hearts.
I swallowed three sleeping pills with no water and they got stuck in my throat, I got a full cup of water after and tried to flush them down but nothing. So I googled “pills stuck in throat” and the general consensus was to eat bread swallowing slowly.
I went to my kitchen, didn’t bother turning on the light and got the 2 slices of bread I had in my cabinet and started eating it on my way back to my room. The bread tasted kinda funny but it did the trick, pills went down and I went straight to sleep.
Next morning I needed to get something out of the cabinet the bread was in and pulled the bread out. The whole thing was green and gray with mold…..that was why the bread tasted funny the night before.
I mean I survived and all but yeah, I guess I know how moldy bread taste now.
“It is an interesting sidelight that our language - created and codified by men - does not have one unflattering term to describe men who vent their anger at women. even such epithets as ‘bastard’ and ‘son of a bitch’ do not condemn the man but place the blame on a woman - his Mother!”—Harrier Lerner (via dracofidus)
"Checking to make sure tomorrow is still good….I’m driving my mini van vs my commuter car”
I saw patios chairs on craigslist I’m interested in purchasing, contacted the seller and we arranged via email, and text to meet 7:30am tomorrow in my small town. That’s it. I don’t know if this person is even male or female and they’ve probably guessed I’m female (not that it matters) because ladyofleisuredc is also my email handle. Can you guess why I’m perplexed at their text message?
Should I have responded, “swell, I’m still good. I’m flying my plane instead of the helicopter”
I didn’t go to bed until 3:45am and my body decides at 6:30am it’s had enough sleep. So I just laid there thinking, browsing tumblr, instagram, opened and immediately closed facebook, and laid there some more, because principle.
Now I’m ready to go do grocery shopping - After which I plan to get right back in bed.