Throwback and Thankful Thursday: What About Thanksgiving Am I Grateful For?
Holy mother of where is the year going!!!! It’s Thanksgiving?! When did this happen? How did this happen? It was just Halloween and now I have a turkey in my oven and Santa breathing down my neck. Are you kidding me? Make it stop! It’s going too fast!
Mom Monday: Thanksgiving Activities for Children to Save Your Sanity
It happens this week. And I know you're thinking about the turkey, cranberry sauce, and if your sister in law will insist on bringing those rotten deviled eggs. Have you forgotten anything? How about the kids?
Holiday Prep: A Train Wreck Thanksgiving
It's happening. Thanksgiving is barreling down on us faster than a wind whipped Macy's parade balloon. Soon, your house will be invaded by members of your own family. It's enough to make an introverted train wreck hide in the bathroom. But you can't do that. You promised to cook and bake and put on a Thanksgiving dinner that would make Martha Stewart chartreuse with envy.
Thanksgiving Freeloaders – A Rant
Turkey time is approaching. Did you get your turkey yet? We'll probably take our turkey out of the freezer on Sunday. My mother in law said the lady on the TV said you need to thaw it one day for every pound. With as big as this bird is I should have taken it out at Halloween. Why is the turkey so big? Because I should have listened to my mother and married an orphan.
A Train Wreck Thanksgiving Plan
Are you short on time and need some Thanksgiving shortcuts? Are you new to all of this preparation and have no idea where to begin? Here are some simple time-saving tips and suggestions to aid you if you're a newbie. I'm certain you'll be able to pull off Thanksgiving dinner. Even if you find yourself asking, "Um. Why is it only two weeks to Thanksgiving? I still have bags of candy from my kids. I mean, from taking my kids Trick or Treating. And we are going to have a house full of my husband's family. Again."
I forgot what I tried to remember. Excerpt from “Platitudes of Gratitude.”
Memory is such a fickle creature. My mother used to marvel at her grandmother's ability to tell you details from sixty years ago but couldn't remember what she had for breakfast. Now it's my mother who can recall the smallest things from her childhood but can't remember why she walked upstairs to the back craft... Continue Reading →