With turkey, apathy turns into satiation...
This year, Turkey Day is again held at Bluejay's. Nugget is present this year, my having picked him up from Alfie last night. While the original idea was to come up with baby and help make pies and begin the eggies, my knee ended up hurting so bad, I took a pain pill and subsequently whimpered my way home.
(Kermit is still in the shop, due to adjusting a clutch. So I am driving Mike's truck, and it hurts my knee oh so bad. We ended up putting my stuff and Nugget in Shink's car last night and leaving the truck here.)
Both myself and Bluejay seem to be apathetic this year. I have noticed recently that I am not a typical holiday person. People either love or loathe the holidays; I've always been very "meh" when dealing with them. While I like the idea of family, my own never had a big dinner. We always went to friends' houses; I can't really remember Momma ever cooking. From the age of 16, I worked on Turkey Day, getting off early to go to one of my mother's friends' houses. I didn't go home for Thanksgiving when I was in college until I was on SGA because of a conference held in Florida. Once I started working, I would go to Bluejay's, only to leave to work a double, usually at the House and sometimes with some Floor thrown in.
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Now, this is about five hours after I started the entry. While originally apathy overtook most of the dinner preparation, within the last half hour, Bluejay and I came alive, fixing gravies and sweet potatoes. I finished off the eggies, and we filled various ceramic bowls with homemade goodies. We sat at the dinner table; me, Nugget, Shink, Batman (freshly awakened), Bluejay, and Shink's mom (whom I have yet to name). Afterwards, Shink's mom packed up Nugget to take him to the mountains for a night of grandmotherly love, while those of us left called respective friends and family units, along with watching Cars until Hunny showed up.
Bluejay tried to entice us with pies (made without cinnamon for me!), and dotted my nose with whipped cream. This resulted in my breaking my left thumbnail, leaving multiple scratches on her arm, and her locking herself in her laundry room.
We chased Shink out of the room to do dishes by watching the most recent episode of Glee. (Now, Glee is my deep, dirty secret. When I first saw the previews, I immediately thought, "Yes, I will watch this just to mock Kayrin." Somehow, it's turned into part of my Wednesday night regimen, which prompted me to call Bluejay and state, "I have baby, now tape Glee!") So we watched it for all its bootylicious glory.
This turned into "Let's Play With Our Body Parts" since we began talking about the fact that we can't do the Beyonce butt bounce or her hip swagger. While Shink was dutifully cleaning dishes, Bluejay, Hunny, and myself tried to sway our hips and bounce our butts to no avail.
I can hula hoop, but I can't butt bounce. I don't know why.
This then prompted Bluejay and myself to relive our military days, busting out pushups, showing diving pushups, female vs. male pushups, and 8-count body builders. Then, with our feet pushed under a sleeper sofa (my old sleeper sofa!), Shink began a timer and we started with situps. I, being the fat one, originally thought I would lose this competition.
However! I busted out six situps in fourteen seconds! And Bluejay fell over laughing, which I consider a win!
I then demonstrated exhibition port arms with the assistance of a broom, and we marveled over the idiocy of reliving our military days.
Now, we're back to relaxing, Bluejay possibly sleeping with Shink watching DisneyTV. (Maybe Chronicles of Narnia?) While the day started out apathetic, and there have been many grumblings about in general, it was all in all a good day of Happy Eating and Plentiful Gobbling.
Now time for your obligatory Turkey in Yo Belly:
There has been discussion about myself having Turkey Day next year. While part of me finds it odd and mildly repelling to be basting a turkey all day, I find it oddly homely. This additionally irritates me, the idea of "home" and "woman in kitchen making pies" and all that. I've been working a lot on my home, decorating, getting new furniture, rearranging setups. Now, I feel slightly more settled than I have in months past. The year 2009 has indeed been a bit of mind-twister; there's been breakups and anniversaries, long lost loves and loves never to happen; plate-hanging decorations and rearranging photos on walls; relishing in high-thread count sheets and buying coordinating matching pillows.
I could try to make a prediction about next year's turkey, if I'll cook it or if I'll again come North for poultry. All I can say is that I doubted I would be here as I was last year, in the same situation. If someone had told me I would have been/am doing what I have been doing, professionally or personally, I would have laughed uproariously.
I'm glad there was the epiphany; I feel like I have my own power back. And there'll be parties again, not where we get ridiculous drunk and have hallway parties, but maybe a few drinks and contemplate our lives. I feel like I'm healthier, way healthier than I have been in previous months. I don't know if it was the move, the reluctance to change, the fact my job wasn't what I had expected, or my house was no longer filled with people. I think it was a combination of all of those and more. But it's settling finally, and I'm okay with that.
So yay for turkey this year. Yay for small gatherings, and baby involvement. Yay for basting and making sweet potatoes. Yay for reliving military days and realizing I could still do situps. Yay for my friends, and the familiarity of this futon...
... and despite its fungus, yay for the Valley.
(Kermit is still in the shop, due to adjusting a clutch. So I am driving Mike's truck, and it hurts my knee oh so bad. We ended up putting my stuff and Nugget in Shink's car last night and leaving the truck here.)
Both myself and Bluejay seem to be apathetic this year. I have noticed recently that I am not a typical holiday person. People either love or loathe the holidays; I've always been very "meh" when dealing with them. While I like the idea of family, my own never had a big dinner. We always went to friends' houses; I can't really remember Momma ever cooking. From the age of 16, I worked on Turkey Day, getting off early to go to one of my mother's friends' houses. I didn't go home for Thanksgiving when I was in college until I was on SGA because of a conference held in Florida. Once I started working, I would go to Bluejay's, only to leave to work a double, usually at the House and sometimes with some Floor thrown in.
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Now, this is about five hours after I started the entry. While originally apathy overtook most of the dinner preparation, within the last half hour, Bluejay and I came alive, fixing gravies and sweet potatoes. I finished off the eggies, and we filled various ceramic bowls with homemade goodies. We sat at the dinner table; me, Nugget, Shink, Batman (freshly awakened), Bluejay, and Shink's mom (whom I have yet to name). Afterwards, Shink's mom packed up Nugget to take him to the mountains for a night of grandmotherly love, while those of us left called respective friends and family units, along with watching Cars until Hunny showed up.
Bluejay tried to entice us with pies (made without cinnamon for me!), and dotted my nose with whipped cream. This resulted in my breaking my left thumbnail, leaving multiple scratches on her arm, and her locking herself in her laundry room.
We chased Shink out of the room to do dishes by watching the most recent episode of Glee. (Now, Glee is my deep, dirty secret. When I first saw the previews, I immediately thought, "Yes, I will watch this just to mock Kayrin." Somehow, it's turned into part of my Wednesday night regimen, which prompted me to call Bluejay and state, "I have baby, now tape Glee!") So we watched it for all its bootylicious glory.
This turned into "Let's Play With Our Body Parts" since we began talking about the fact that we can't do the Beyonce butt bounce or her hip swagger. While Shink was dutifully cleaning dishes, Bluejay, Hunny, and myself tried to sway our hips and bounce our butts to no avail.
I can hula hoop, but I can't butt bounce. I don't know why.
This then prompted Bluejay and myself to relive our military days, busting out pushups, showing diving pushups, female vs. male pushups, and 8-count body builders. Then, with our feet pushed under a sleeper sofa (my old sleeper sofa!), Shink began a timer and we started with situps. I, being the fat one, originally thought I would lose this competition.
However! I busted out six situps in fourteen seconds! And Bluejay fell over laughing, which I consider a win!
I then demonstrated exhibition port arms with the assistance of a broom, and we marveled over the idiocy of reliving our military days.
Now, we're back to relaxing, Bluejay possibly sleeping with Shink watching DisneyTV. (Maybe Chronicles of Narnia?) While the day started out apathetic, and there have been many grumblings about in general, it was all in all a good day of Happy Eating and Plentiful Gobbling.
Now time for your obligatory Turkey in Yo Belly:
Click to viewThere has been discussion about myself having Turkey Day next year. While part of me finds it odd and mildly repelling to be basting a turkey all day, I find it oddly homely. This additionally irritates me, the idea of "home" and "woman in kitchen making pies" and all that. I've been working a lot on my home, decorating, getting new furniture, rearranging setups. Now, I feel slightly more settled than I have in months past. The year 2009 has indeed been a bit of mind-twister; there's been breakups and anniversaries, long lost loves and loves never to happen; plate-hanging decorations and rearranging photos on walls; relishing in high-thread count sheets and buying coordinating matching pillows.
I could try to make a prediction about next year's turkey, if I'll cook it or if I'll again come North for poultry. All I can say is that I doubted I would be here as I was last year, in the same situation. If someone had told me I would have been/am doing what I have been doing, professionally or personally, I would have laughed uproariously.
I'm glad there was the epiphany; I feel like I have my own power back. And there'll be parties again, not where we get ridiculous drunk and have hallway parties, but maybe a few drinks and contemplate our lives. I feel like I'm healthier, way healthier than I have been in previous months. I don't know if it was the move, the reluctance to change, the fact my job wasn't what I had expected, or my house was no longer filled with people. I think it was a combination of all of those and more. But it's settling finally, and I'm okay with that.
So yay for turkey this year. Yay for small gatherings, and baby involvement. Yay for basting and making sweet potatoes. Yay for reliving military days and realizing I could still do situps. Yay for my friends, and the familiarity of this futon...
... and despite its fungus, yay for the Valley.