Thanksgiving Dinner

So, I just read my cousin Sheena's latest blog. She's newly married, young and optimistic... and she is attempting to prepare her first Thanksgiving Dinner all by herself.

I have to admit, I'm rather in awe of her bravery. While I am the oldest of all of the cousins, I have never once attempted to cook a Thanksgiving meal by myself. The thought of sticking my hand up a dead, raw turkey's butt for the sole purpose of removing its' "bag o' innards" is rather repulsive to me. My idea of a gourmet meal is EZ Mac N' Cheese with cut-up hotdogs. So Sheena's determination and excitement about her latest endeavor is truly inspirational to me.

It's not that I can't cook, per se... I'm not completely culinarily-challenged. I am perfectly capable of boiling water if given proper instructions. My problem is that I am impatient. The thought of slaving in a kitchen for four or more hours to prepare a meal that takes 15 minutes to eat just doesn't make sense to me. Go to a restaurant. Or better yet, go to Mom's! You get to bring the leftovers home with you if you do that. :-)

So Sheen... Good for you, girlie! You go for it! And if everything works out well and you haven't gone completely insane by the end of it... Maybe I'll come to Ohio for Thanksgiving next year... :-)

Gotta Love My Job

Have you ever had one of those days where you are running around like a crazy person, working non-stop, but for some strange reason the work just doesn't go away? I swear, I must have paid 400 bills today! That is my job. I pay the bills, so I can come home and pay my own bills. Sadly, I think I have another 400 bills sitting on my desk just waiting for me. The pile never went down all day! People just kept throwing more bills at me!

I tell myself, "I love my job... I love my job... I love my job..." Unfortunately, my little self pep-talk doesn't seem to be working. "Myself" just bursts into hysterical laughter at the sound of my own voice. ...the kind of hysterical laughter that usually includes snorting and watering eyes, and lots of people asking, "Are you okay, honey?"

Someday, I will meet a man who will say, "Baby, why don't you stay home and take care of the family and let ME pay the bills?" I will LOVE that man! That man ROCKS! (And he'll rock even more if he'll cook and give me massages :-)