Rudolph
Why is it that whenever a "picture worthy event" is about to take place, my body revolts?
Thanksgiving was ever creeping nearer and for the first time EVER my sister and her husband were coming to our house for the holiday. You have to understand that my sister has never come to any of my houses (and there have been many), nor did she come to my wedding... I have no idea what the issue is but up until recently, she has forever been 'unable to attend." I have pounder this over for years and still have no clue why his is. I don't believe its jelousy as she does not seem the type by any means.She was always the more successful sister in business, I was always told "You're cute but your sister is BEAUTIFUL" so I have never been able to figure it out. However, in the past year she has begun calling me more regularly and has a group text started between her, my mother and I must admit, I love it! But I degress...
When Thanksgiving was approuching, I decided to throw it out there that I would host it at our house and to be honest, I didn't think either her or my parents would agree to my place no one likes to travel the extra miles to visit me, but amazingly they all said 'Yes." I was estatic! I also invited Efrain (A very close friend of mine who last both his parents and several siblings) and of course my husband invited everyone we ran into so in the end I knew we would be hosting for a party of 13.
I had high hopes that I could bake this perfect turkey (after setting the oven on fire last time). I pictured me being all Marrtha Stewart with my apron on delivering a turkey on a huge plater to the table with seasonal garnish decoring the plate. In fact, I was going to one up this and invite Efrian up the night prior so I could teach him how it is done. My mum (bless her cotton socks) was the first to thow me into panic mode when she called a week prior to tell me that she heard on the news that there was going to be a turkey shortage. I found myself staring down at all the frozen gobblers in our local grocery store later that week. It sure didn't look like there would be a shortage, there were 2 packed coolers of them but what if I was wrong. While poking through the mountains of them, I started to second guess my cooking skills. What if I didn't manage my time right and it was still uncooked when it was time to serve it? What if I drank to much the night before while enjoying Efrains company and would be scrambling to also do all the sides. I started to panic. And then I saw it.. the solution my my problem, Pre-cooked Smoked Turkey! That I could do. And if I was going to give up the long route to making a turkey, I told myself, "I will Honey bake my own ham".. to which I promptly came home and called up Honeybaked Ham and ordered one already done. (you can't win them all)
I woke up the day before and saw what I call a "Jack Frost Pimple" on the tip of my nose. That is the type of pimple that is red with a small white center much like a snow ball sitting on a hill. It seemed harmless enough so I gave it a quick squeeze and went about my day. By noon I walked down the hall and ran into my husband, Rich, who immediately took a step back to get a better look at me and gasping said, "Damn Babe, stop picking your face." I hadn't touched it in hours so I rushed to the mirror and sure enough, it had grown in size. Not one who can leave things alone, I stock piled every home remedy I could think of on the bastard and continued about my cleaning.
By 5 o'clock, Efrain arrived and the second I opened the door I saw his face go from a huge smile of greeting to the look of wide eyed horror. "Oh my... what happened?" I told him (while trying to convince myself) "It's not that bad. It will go down soon."
This is when you know it's bad (and to give you the full picture of the situation)... Because I was so busy prepping food, I wasn't going to cook so I piled Efrain in te car and we made our way to "In and Out Burger." We rolled up to the window to pay and get our food when the teenager who was working inside leaned out the window towards us and he smiled broadly. "Oh my Goodness! Aren't we festive already," and yelling over his shoulder to his co-workers he shouts, "isn't this cute? Look, She painted her nose like a raindeer!" I started to explain, No it's a pimple, but then thought better of it. Smile and move on. I even began to think I should wear some of those antler hair clips and go all out for the holiday. Yep.... I was ready for Xmas a whole month early plus it was just in time for my entire family and friends to take photos (so forgive me if I don't share any of those photos.
Thanksgiving was ever creeping nearer and for the first time EVER my sister and her husband were coming to our house for the holiday. You have to understand that my sister has never come to any of my houses (and there have been many), nor did she come to my wedding... I have no idea what the issue is but up until recently, she has forever been 'unable to attend." I have pounder this over for years and still have no clue why his is. I don't believe its jelousy as she does not seem the type by any means.She was always the more successful sister in business, I was always told "You're cute but your sister is BEAUTIFUL" so I have never been able to figure it out. However, in the past year she has begun calling me more regularly and has a group text started between her, my mother and I must admit, I love it! But I degress...
When Thanksgiving was approuching, I decided to throw it out there that I would host it at our house and to be honest, I didn't think either her or my parents would agree to my place no one likes to travel the extra miles to visit me, but amazingly they all said 'Yes." I was estatic! I also invited Efrain (A very close friend of mine who last both his parents and several siblings) and of course my husband invited everyone we ran into so in the end I knew we would be hosting for a party of 13.
I had high hopes that I could bake this perfect turkey (after setting the oven on fire last time). I pictured me being all Marrtha Stewart with my apron on delivering a turkey on a huge plater to the table with seasonal garnish decoring the plate. In fact, I was going to one up this and invite Efrian up the night prior so I could teach him how it is done. My mum (bless her cotton socks) was the first to thow me into panic mode when she called a week prior to tell me that she heard on the news that there was going to be a turkey shortage. I found myself staring down at all the frozen gobblers in our local grocery store later that week. It sure didn't look like there would be a shortage, there were 2 packed coolers of them but what if I was wrong. While poking through the mountains of them, I started to second guess my cooking skills. What if I didn't manage my time right and it was still uncooked when it was time to serve it? What if I drank to much the night before while enjoying Efrains company and would be scrambling to also do all the sides. I started to panic. And then I saw it.. the solution my my problem, Pre-cooked Smoked Turkey! That I could do. And if I was going to give up the long route to making a turkey, I told myself, "I will Honey bake my own ham".. to which I promptly came home and called up Honeybaked Ham and ordered one already done. (you can't win them all)
I woke up the day before and saw what I call a "Jack Frost Pimple" on the tip of my nose. That is the type of pimple that is red with a small white center much like a snow ball sitting on a hill. It seemed harmless enough so I gave it a quick squeeze and went about my day. By noon I walked down the hall and ran into my husband, Rich, who immediately took a step back to get a better look at me and gasping said, "Damn Babe, stop picking your face." I hadn't touched it in hours so I rushed to the mirror and sure enough, it had grown in size. Not one who can leave things alone, I stock piled every home remedy I could think of on the bastard and continued about my cleaning.
By 5 o'clock, Efrain arrived and the second I opened the door I saw his face go from a huge smile of greeting to the look of wide eyed horror. "Oh my... what happened?" I told him (while trying to convince myself) "It's not that bad. It will go down soon."
This is when you know it's bad (and to give you the full picture of the situation)... Because I was so busy prepping food, I wasn't going to cook so I piled Efrain in te car and we made our way to "In and Out Burger." We rolled up to the window to pay and get our food when the teenager who was working inside leaned out the window towards us and he smiled broadly. "Oh my Goodness! Aren't we festive already," and yelling over his shoulder to his co-workers he shouts, "isn't this cute? Look, She painted her nose like a raindeer!" I started to explain, No it's a pimple, but then thought better of it. Smile and move on. I even began to think I should wear some of those antler hair clips and go all out for the holiday. Yep.... I was ready for Xmas a whole month early plus it was just in time for my entire family and friends to take photos (so forgive me if I don't share any of those photos.