Friday, November 24, 2006

Thanksgiving

We had a good time at my sister’s yesterday. After we ate and cleaned up the kitchen some of us went for a walk while the others played poker. The weather was absolutely gorgeous this Thanksgiving.

I got my assed chewed when we came home and it was discovered that I had forgotten our share of the leftover turkey and stuffing. Hey, I remembered the pecan pie and the godawful apple salad crap that one of my younger sister made. There’s always leftover apple salad. Wonder why? So we had to have mac and cheese for dinner that evening. Too bad so sad.

Today, since Tracee didn’t invite me to fart-shop with her, I didn’t go to any of the BIG sales. But at 10 this morning BP made me go to Harbor Freight, Lowe’s and Menard’s with him. Yeah, boy—that’s some good shopping! We also stopped at Circuit City for something in their flyer and surprise, surprise, they were out.

Tomorrow we’re going to my mother-in-law’s for yet another Thanksgiving. I really just want to stay home and do nothing, but I don’t see that happening.
Christmas season isn’t officially here because I haven’t yet heard Christmas music on my favorite radio station. I’ll alert you when that happens.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Kitty in a basket

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I had a red lined basket on a table and the kitty climbed in and snoozed there

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Madness Has Begun

I only worked half day today. After lunch at a Thai place, BP and I went to Sam's for lemons, feta cheese and a hostess gift for his mom. We're having Thanksgiving dinner at my sister's with my family on Thursday and with BP's side at his mom's house on Saturday. The place was busy! Then we went to Meijer's for the rest of the things on my list. I was going to make Urban's basil and pesto thingy but then read that I needed a food processor. Unfortunately I don't have a food processor. It's an electronic like a dishwasher--and I don't have one of those either.

I'm making that hot artichoke and spinach dip that BP, my sisters and my brothers in law love. Also an orzo salad served in lemon cups--a recipe that I found on the foodtv site. I like all the ingredients and serving it in hollowed out lemons will look pretty. I''m also making a simple Nigella Lawson appetizer: cubed fresh feta, drizzled with good olive oil and lemon zest and sprinkled with dried oregano. What could be simpler and more delicious.

Meijer's was packed-a-roni but they had almost all the lanes opened and operating! Love it!

Tomorrow I'm staying home and getting things ready for Thursday. LP has school, so I'll have to drag my ass out of bed anyway to take him to school. I might treat myself to Panera coffee and a bagel . . . and bring it home for breakfast in bed with BP.

I also have to remember to go to the credit union because I need cash for the weekend. So note to self: Go to the Credit Union before 4:00pm!!! I also have to wrap the gifts for my sister's three kids. They always go skiing Christmas week so I want to make sure they have their gifts before they go.

Dear Sweet Great Aunt

I think it was Brigit (someone correct me if I'm mistaken) on the old Boreds who once posted a cool obituary that she had read in the newspaper. Here's a sweet obit I saw this morning (I assume it's written by Jane, because she's mentioned three times):

Margaret Jane Peffley, 89, dear, sweet great-aunt of Jane Brittain, left her earthly vessel and received her angel wings at 2:02 p.m. Wednesday, Nov. 15, 2006, at St. Vincent Hospital, Indianapolis. Aunt Margaret passed into the arms of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, peacefully surrounded by her beloved great-niece, Jane, and her great-great-niece, Candee Anderson. Aunt Margaret married Uncle Rocky, “Roscoe” Peffley, on Aug. 9, 1939, and he preceded her in death on June 15, 1989.She is survived by her great-niece, Jane and husband George Brittain, Kokomo; great-great-niece, Candee and husband Ron Anderson, Kokomo; great-great-nephews, Todd and wife Shari Brittain and Blair and wife Elise Brittain; and several nieces and nephews.Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. No services or visitation is planned. Goodwin Funeral Home, Frankfort, is in charge of arrangements. In lieu of flowers, the family request that you love one another, forgive each other and always do what is good and pleasing in the eyes of God.


She's not my dear sweet old Aunt, but here's to you, Margaret Jane!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Charities

Interesting article on Donor Disenchantment because of various past and ongoing scandals.
Although Americans can be very generous dollar-wise, it works out to an average of only 2% of their yearly income. "Individuals and households accounted for $199 billion of the total — giving away nearly 2 percent of their incomes on average, it said."

"United Way, the Nature Conservancy, Rick Santorum’s foundation – those things all add up," said Rick Cohen, former director of the National Committee for Responsive Philanthropy, referring to charity scandals that linger in the public’s mind. "They chip away at the public’s sense of trust."
Kevin McCarthy, CEO of the United Way of Inland Valley in California, argues that the perception that financial shenanigans are widespread is at least partly due to skewed media coverage and selective memory, noting that he still hears regularly about the 1992 scandal surrounding United Way CEO William Aramony."


(That's why I still refuse to give to United Way.)


Here's another LINK to some past Charitable shenanigans

Sunday, November 19, 2006

No Drool Zone

LP wanted cupcakes for his birthday cake, so I made vanilla cake with cherry icing. Ick. It wouldn’t be my first choice but he got to choose. They turned out okay, but I think canned frosting tends to have a slick shortening aftertaste.

I went to Hobby Lobby and it was packed. I bought Christmas wrapping and a huge ass spool of wire ribbon that was half price…from $7.99 to $3.99. Good deal. I like wrapping gifts using wire ribbon. I also bought a generic looking HAPPY HOLIDAYS oval tin sign from our front door. I’m going to jazz it up with some greenery. They also had Halloween stuff off 90%! Jeez. So I bought some slick ceramic ghost “BOO” pins for next year (If I put them somewhere I can find them.) I buy crap on sale and pack if away for next year and then can’t find it when needed. Somewhere down in BP’s basement are boxes of Christmas cards I bought years ago.

There was this woman shopping with her two young boys. One was sitting in the cart being an angel, while the oldest one scrunched up his face and tighten his fist in an “I’m going to hit you” manner to every other kid passing by. Tis the season.

As many of one know I occasionally buy a National Enquirer and read it. Janie Jord and I used to discuss the stories in the Shelf. We especially liked the articles/pictures of big time celebrities with cellulite! JLo=cellulite (big surprise). Kate Hudson=cellulite.
Teri Hatcher. Britney. All possess wrinkly cottage cheese. Donatella Versace? Ewww…big time.

Anyway those rat bastard motherfuckers did it this time. They made me feel sorry for Rachael Ray! They ran a story on how her husband’s is cheating on her with this nasty, drug whore, ugly ass woman—complete with pictures. He pays her to spit and drool on him. Blech. I hope you’re not eating your breakfast as you’re reading this because it may put you off your Captain Crunch. She set him up. She passed a polygraph test the Enquirer gave her ( That must be the standard procedure in celebrity tell –all stories) So this guy ole Rach married apparently has this spit fetish. Ptooey.

Enquirer, stick to stories about red carpet fashions, what stars buy on Rodeo Drive, and old stars on their deathbeds (Schell alert: Put Dead Pool money on Charles Nelson Reilly!!) and deep six the hocker-chat. Thank yew.