I went grocery shopping today. For regular everyday needs? No. In preparation for the evenings dinner? No. For Thanksgiving dinner, not just Thanksgiving dinner but my very first to prepare everything myself, have it at my house and take on soul responsibility for the days events. HELP! For one, I am NOT, repeat NOT, a gourmet chef. I barely squeek by with my throw together dinners that my family puts up with. (Bless their forgiving hearts.) Anyhow, I figure with all the ingredients I could possibly need, advanced preparation, and recipes I've printed and read on numerous occasions, I can do this, right? I sure hope so. In fact I have been so focused on the Thanksgiving dinner and how perfect I want it to be, that I have disregarded the meals leading up to that day. My husband was like, uh did you buy any groceries that we could consume other than on Thanksgiving?? What? You're worried about any meal other than the sacred Thanksgiving dinner? My FIRST Thanksgiving dinner? Is he crazy? Clearly he has no idea how important this is. This is a friggin milestones here people! (I think he was just givin me hell because I told him not to touch the bacon, because it was for a recipe) Like I will let that man starve.... plus he acts like the cupboards have nothing but crumbs in them.... geez. So, I was planning on making pumpkin pie from scratch with actual pumpkin (which we have plenty of from Halloween) However, when I thought again, I think it would be better to just skip the pumpkin and go for canned puree. After all, could you imagine how epic a disaster that would be if a pumpkin exploaded in the dang oven because I cooked it wrong or something?? Well, i keep reliving it in my mind, so scratch that. This is no time for first time demonstration here.... Cooking my first turkey will be stressful enough! So, I have all my ingredients lined up according to recipe, with only the fresh produce needed that I will get from the store as Turkey day approaches. Ingredients never before graced my cupboards include: light and dark karo, and cider vinegar. These don't smell good, or look very tasty so I have already decided that I will blame those three for any unfortunate pallet experiences. Wish me luck.... I will need it!
2:56am and I am friggin blogging.... my girls are to bed, my husband is at work and my dog is under my feet snoring.... in the background the tv is tuned to an infommercial on male enhancement products that is seriously making me wonder who in the world approved their message?? The host is a bleach blonde "business" woman that can barely speak English, much less read a teleprompter and I wonder if she is aware that there is a rocket launching behind her?? To aid her in the success of her novel, latebreaking, never before seen product are: Specimen A: Brunette, 20 yr old, anorexic object with stringy hair, Specimen B: Over tanned, tranny with lips so filled with collagen that an inflated air bag wouldn't touch it and lastly, Specimen C: Gotta have the naughty redhead that can't look into the camera without sucking on her seemingly tasty fingers, while twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes that are more fake than her botched boob job. So now that the seen is set, you get my frustration.... These girls don't even look like they are capable of walking and blinking, and their vocabulary is highly impressive, let me tell you.... To my knowledge these girls are interested in making their mans package, thingy, man goods, down there and woman pleaser bigger? It's called a penis! I get it, you want it bigger but damn, is it necessary to degrade yourselves in the process? These chicks are probably getting paid in bubble gum. But only Bubblicious..... I have come to the realization that I have now wasted 18 mins of my life listening to women that seem to need an inhaler or breathing machine, because their oxygen saturation must be low with all of the deep breathing, and moaning they are doing. I'm just saying, they seem to be in distress or in pain.... maybe their guy needs to lay off the male enhancement because that could very well be the cause of said symptoms. So what have I taken away from this infommercial?? The girls were wearing really great shoes.
Officially set up and managing my eBlogger account. I have evolved. I'm guessing a blog consists of more than a status update on Facebook or commenting on a friends picture? Anyway, if so, I guess I can no longer be considered a Blog Virgin.
My thoughts are so random that you would think this would be a pretty simplistic venture..... then there is the element of reeling all of it in and making sense of what causes many of my blank stares. To my understanding, blogging is just a technological way to express your opinion of religious, political,social,personal, etc. views via world wide web. Previously, I would closely relate this type of thing to a personal diary or daily log book. Now, its just more public and you can get feedback from friends or strangers. However, I am not sure that blogging is for everyone. It doesn't seem very practical for the private, recluse type person that keeps their thoughts, opinions and personal views personal. Blogging is more engaging. Bloggers have the want for recognition and interaction. They welcome feedback any way they can get it. So here I sit..... blogging. Guess we will see what kind of void of mine this fills. Let the communal critiquing begin! :)
