Mmm, a holiday devoted strictly to food.  I wonder why so many Americans are overweight? 

Here’s a little digression.  Why are people who live in the United States called Americans?  What about the Canadians and the Mexicans?  They live in North America too!  So wouldn’t we all be North Americans?   

Back to  the Turkey.  This is not a rhetorical question.  What do you do with all your leftover Turkey?  With us once all the side dishes are gone people just forget about the turkey.  So I end up making a turkey pie or soup.  I’m sure there are better ideas out there I just can’t think of any. 

Since this is a holiday of Thanksgiving here are a few things that I am thankful for.

• I am thankful that when I took the big leap and married Bear, took the chance of being vulnerable to heartache and pain, it worked out just fine.
  
• I am thankful that my kids turned into beautiful,  smart, sexy women, with gumption and verve.
  
• I am thankful that I live in a country that gives me the freedom to march to a different drummer.  (with my mouth I would hear that night time knock on the door sooner rather than later.)
  
• I am thankful that I “met” you.  You are a very welcome addition to my circle of friends.  I read you every time you post and you are by turns funny, thoughtful, happy, sad, reminiscent and generally make my world an ever expanding place of beauty and hilarity.
  
• I am thankful that you we’re there to help pull me out of my depression.  I know it spooks some people but there were many of you that gave me encouragement and good advice.

In case you didn’t catch it, you are the “you”.  So if your reading this, I mean you.

 For any of you turkey orphans out there your welcome at our house.  We’re having dinner for 12 so what’s a couple more right. (turkey orphans are those who are far from friends and family so they end up alone.)  Bear and I have a laissez faire attitude about company so everyone’s welcome to drop by.  Believe me we have plenty of food. 

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

This whole thing of being without my own computer sucks.  Even though Allie has been really nice about bringing over her laptop, I’m used to having as much time as I want to read my sir list, and comment at my leisure.  Believe it or not I put a lot of thought into my comments, unless it’s something hysterically funny and all I can think is Oh My God, hahaha.  There are some hysterically funny people out there, (think Rache) and I appreciate them no end. I am just not that funny.  At least not on paper.  My kids think I’m a riot, but then that becomes a case of  “you had to be there.”  Either way reading, commenting, or writing my own blog takes time.  So this is weird and awkward for me.   My computer doctor couldn’t call and give me an update, because I went and picked up my premium platypus from college.  She’s home for Thanksgiving break.  The whole drive up and back I’m thinking…Good Lord we have got to get this girl a car.  This is for the birds.  3 hours up, 3 hours back.  I could have gone to Kansas City in that amount of time.  Anyway, I was gone ALL day long so I have no idea what the latest on my computer is.  I’m sure it’s bad. 

However, me and my platypus had a great visit on the way home.  She had all her CDs with her so there was a lot of singing along to go with our non-stop talking.  Her and her girlfriends have decided to go to a rave as the rainbow brite girls.  They have Patty O Green, Shy Violet,  and Canary Yellow.  My un-shy daughter is going to dye her hair purple again.  I wonder if they’ll be able to talk their boyfriends into being Buddy Blue or Red Butler.  I would love to see a picture of that.   

Person of the day.  If you want a bit of advice, if you need an objective point of view.  If you read Ann Landers or think Dear Abby hung the moon then this is the girl for you.  She’s good people.    The Advice Lady  She always researches her subject, the links are relevant, and she always shoots straight from the hip.  So whoever she is, I’m glad she’s doing a good xanga service.  Not just for the teenagers, but us screwy adults as well. 

That’s all folks!

I have a preliminary report on my computer. (piece of junk)   It had about 15 parasites, 4 or 5 programs that we sure as heck didn’t put on it.  And to boot either it has a bad hard-drive or bad RAM or both.  So here I am on Allies’ laptop again.  (I knew I had kids for a reason)  This means that I don’t have access to my images and to be honest I’m not sure how to connect her laptop to my scanner.  So no home photos for me…wah!  But I can still link and as we are finding out I am a link madwoman!!!!

     If, person of the day, an extra smart, talented lady with a hell of a camera eye.  Look at her fotolog if you don’t believe me.  CORK!

Someday I will go to Australia.  When I go, if I can’t take my family I am going to go with MyKi  I say this because we could have some serious fun over there and then I wouldn’t drive poor Cork crazy.  She reads cork too, so at least we wouldn’t be total strangers.  I admire Cork for taking charge of her life and for having the strength to make hard choices and changes.

Now for a little experiment.  I’m going to copy today’s cartoon which as we’ve seen self-refreshes.  Let’s see if  it has a life of its own up here.  I gotta admit some of those cartoons have been pretty funny.

Let the experiment begin.

 Fauquet,  is my “if” person of the day.

If I ever get to see the real France I would want him and his lovely wife to be my tour guides.  He sees things with wonderful eyes and  tells us lucky xangans about them in a completely unique way.  A lovely person with a big heart.

These were taken not far from my house.  I don’t know why I like them so much but I do.  The first is on a little side road that I that I took when I was mapping the county.  The second is on Mt. Eagle.   

I’ve never claimed to be a photographer, but once in awhile I do pretty good.

Did anyone notice Sat. cartoon?  Todays version is pretty funny.  Go on down and see the amazing self-rotating cartoon.

I finally had to take my computer in to have it checked.  I have a wonderful daughter and she kindly let me borrow her laptop because I have been losing my mind since Monday.  I figure either my hard-drive is bad or I have a bad memory. (I have a bad memory in life, why not one in virtual space as well.)  Regardless, it’s spending money on the computer, that I would rather be spending on something else. 

How odd, the pig cartoon that I posted on Saturday has spontaneously updated to a pickle cartoon.  WTF    It makes all the comments on us pig boned ladies totally irrelevant.  Has this ever happened to anyone else?   How bizarre, how bizarre!

What a day.   I’ve always known that our cat, piper, was one hell of a tree climber.  She’s really little and extremely fast.  Because every other cat in the neighborhood is twice as big as she is tree climbing is something she learned quick.  She’s quite the huntress as well and when she had Fatboy I would see them hunting together.  Her teaching him the ropes so to speak.  He’s a lot bigger though and deserves his name so I never thought too much about his hunting abilities compared to hers.  Well he has changed my perception totally.  When I went to give them supper he had a headless squirrel on the front porch.   No piper in sight so he has to be the guilty party.  So gross!   Now aren’t you all glad I shared that little tidbit of country living with you.

More animal stories.  When I was in third grade Gloria Vasquez invited me to spend the night at her house.  Our family lived in Phoenix Arizona at the time, in a subdivision of houses called Starlite park.  I was pretty excited as this would be my first sleep over that wasn’t next door.  Her house seemed miles away, though looking back, it couldn’t have been to far because no-one rode a bus to school, we all walked.   Her house was great, she had the kind of front yard you could play in. (ours was landscaped with roses, not something you really want to play in.)   her mom was home when we got there. (I was an original 60′s latchkey kid)  And best of all she had food ready.  Something every starving kid, home from school appreciates.  We ate our snack, explored her bedroom and then went outside to play.  We were in the street with the other kids from her neighborhood playing kickball when Gloria’s dog started barking his head off.  Being good little girls we went over to pay him some attention.

I leaned over the chain link fence and just as she said “don’t get to close” he sprang up and bit clean thru my upper lip.  The rest of the afternoon is a haze.  I remember her mom trying to fix me up, but the thing I remember most is, that night lying in bed with Gloria, her parents had a fight.  ABOUT ME!  Her mom was freaking out about having to tell my mom about the dog bite, and wanting to get rid of the dog.  Saying stuff like she’ll have scars, they’ll sue.  Her dad was defending the dog, and telling her she was over reacting.  That was the first time I ever heard parents fight.  Man it was a doozy.  Bit in the face by a dog and the worst part was the parents.   My face stayed swollen and really sore for about a week, if my mom and dad freaked I never heard about it, though I wasn’t allowed to spend the night at Gloria’s house again.  And no, for the record I have no scars of any kind from the bite..  Just the ones in my head, from the fight.

More favorite people:

If I was dying there’s no question, I would want her to take care of me.

PS   She is going to have a baby on Nov. 19 the bouncing baby boy will weigh 7lbs 4oz and be 20.5 inches long.  At least that’s what I guessed in the baby pool.

For everyone today.  

I know…couldn’t help myself.

Bear went back to work tonight, so I won’t see him until Wednesday morning.  It used to really bug me being alone so much, but anymore I slip into the groove pretty quick.  I do what I want to, when I want to.  I don’t go anywhere, I just hang out here at home most of the time.  That’s okay too.  I like home.  I spend a lot of time drawing, watching the tube (yeah! big screen TV) on the computer, reading, listening to music, and a whole lot of puttering.  I guess I would probably go out more if there was someplace within 100 miles that I haven’t been to at least 3 dozen times.  That’s the reason that I go to St. Louis and Kansas City at the drop of a hat.  You want to leave now? okay, let me grab my toothbrush.  That’s also the reason the possibility of Bear getting transfered really doesn’t trouble me to much.  I’m ready let’s go.

I’m thinking about updating the bedroom into a Moroccan theme. Something like this only not so pink.  More greens and golds.   What I need is some clearer ideas, or a better picture.   I figure I can surprise the old man, he leaves at 7 pm Sat. and doesn’t get home until 9 am wednesday morning that gives me plenty of time to do whatever.

  What do you think?

Should I do this or does someone have a better idea.  Just no florals or frills, other than that I’m open to suggestions.  Especially suggestions with color photos to help this poor unimaginative woman. 

Now for something new.  This is going to be my xanga, if I was, could, space.

Example:  If I was rich I would give money to her.

If I could eat lunch with anyone it would be her.

If I could wave my magic mom wand I would do it for you.

All for now, from the pig boned lady.

I have the shittiest computer on Earth, possibly the whole galaxy.  It is still randomly shutting off, giving me the blue screen of death and error reporting.  Variation of the three randomly happen and I never know what to expect.  Did I mention the freezing, it does that too.  Piece of shit computer.  RANT, RANT, RANT!!

I recently renewed my premium, that means I have been part of xanga for close to two years.  Now going onto my third.  I really resisted going premium the first time, this time I couldn’t NOT renew, I can’t imagine going back to plain jane.  Even though a lot of what’s offered I don’t use.  I’m just not that computer literate.  html makes my eyes glaze and believe me that’s not a pretty sight.

Lazy Sunday today, the best day, even for people who don’t work anymore.  It finally feels like winter and there’s nothing better than to be wrapped up in an afghan blanket all warm and cozy with nothing pressing to do.  If I had a roaring fire and a cup of hot chocolate it would be a Norman Rockwell painting. 

I remember one time when I was about 5 or 6 it snowed early in the year.  My three sisters and I played outside until our feat and hands were numb.  I went in and sat in front of the fire and watched Romper Room.  I was so cold and yet it was the warmest I ever remember feeling.  When I started to thaw out it felt like fire.  (sidenote, Romper Room never said my name in the magic mirror.  You would think with a common name like Elizabeth she would have, but if she did I missed it. )    There are a lot of things I remember about that house even though we moved when I was 7.  Funny things that aren’t important.  Then there are huge gaps in my memory like I wasn’t even alive.  Sometimes I wonder about that. 

Have A great day everyone, stay safe. 

Got the Christmas catalog from my favorite place to shop.  Lo and behold on page 118 is the new fantasy bra and panty set.  11 million dollars worth of white diamonds, yellow-orange sapphires, rhodolites and amethysts.  Together they contain 5,436 gems, with a 70 carat pear shaped diamond as a show stopper.  So I call over Bear and say “take a look at this”.  He says,  “She’s hot, who is it?”   ”Not her, the bra and panties.  “Oh!” big sheepish grin.  “sorry”  She, by the way is Heidi Klum, for the guys and gals that like my husband live most of their lives in a cave.