So I totally posted yesterday. Really, I did, via phone just as I did all weekend with no problems. Apparently I should have checked though, because my post did not go through. That being said, my NaBloPoMo dreams have been shattered. That’ ok though, right? You were sick of me anyway.

Our weekend, from Thursday straight through yesterday was jam packed. Ed’s mom was having dinner on Thanksgiving around 5, so we got up early and painted the living room. It’s beautiful and sage green and FANCY!! Or “richy” if you’re my father-in-law. I love it; it goes amazingly well with our furniture. We got to my MIL’s at about 4:30 and Ed’s brother and girlfriend were there with the baby—who I am in love with. Eddie and Cait too. They had a great time with her. I’m not sure what the reason was, but we didn’t eat dinner until almost 8:00. Great planning MIL! We got home around 10.

All night on Thursday, Ed was talking about getting up early on Friday to go pick out a laptop. Circuit City had one on sale for $300. I told him he could do what he wanted so long as he didn’t wake me up. So he got up and went and when I woke up he was sound asleep back in bed. When we got up, he said that he hadn’t even gone, and I had no recollection of him leaving, so I believed him—until I went outside and saw a Dunkin cup in the car that I knew was not there the day before. I asked him f he was sure he stayed home and he insisted that he had. Anyway, Eddie got up and asked for some cereal and when I opened the cupboard, there it was, my new Kitchenaid stand mixer. For the last 2 years, any time I’ve mentioned getting one, he’s said no. It’s too expensive. I’ll never use it. So to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I actually burst in to tears. Over a mixer. I am a lame ass. Anyway, I cooked and Matt and Sarah came over for Thanksgiving dinner and we watched Ocean’s 13. It was a nice night.

Saturday we started going through all of our boxes in the attic, combining and sorting all of that fun. We had a great time reading all of the notes I wrote to Ed in high school. Ed will not get rid of them. I labeled the box they are in “Burn when I die”. First of all, hello hyper active teenager…which I was. Also, it’s no wonder that I didn’t excel in school. I did nothing but write notes. Honestly, 3 notes a day. One of them actually references us having kids some day and me pointing out that I was not interested in having an Edmund Jr. I went through all of the pros and cons and then finally decided that if we had an Edmund, his middle name had to be Roark. I was insane, and I am embarrassed to have these in my house. I did enjoy going through my year books though. Saturday night we went to my cousin’s for her son’s 4th birthday party and we had a good time. She has a 3-week-old baby girl and they named her Alyson—they are calling her Ally for short, which I love. Anyway, Eddie played with Justin’s shake em up race track all night—even during cake which shows how much he liked it—so Ed went out and bought it for Christmas yesterday.

And speaking of yesterday, we didn’t do much of anything. I sorted through all of our old photos and still have a lot more to do today. It feels good getting things done and while all of the reminiscing makes me feel very old, I’m having a good time with that too. I have about 50 posts in my reader, so I’m going to get on that.

Any note i ever wrote to ed during High School. GAAH

Ed Got me a kitchenaid mixer this am. YAY!
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I just feel so cranky today. Not for any particular reason, I just kind of woke up with a chip on my shoulder. Ed was back and forth about driving me to work this morning, and his delay kind of took me over the edge. That and the fact that he chastised Eddie for getting upset this morning when he thought I’d left and forgot to say goodbye. Plus we got in to it over whose return of ill fitting clothing was more important, his since he needs them to wear on Thanksgiving, or mine which I have been holding on to for a while. Clearly mine are just because I’m me, but he thinks that since I have PLENTY of other clothes, his return is more important. Whatever.

So yeah, I’m pissy. I ordered a new phone yesterday, which should make me feel a bit better, but sadly it doesn’t. (I’ve always had Samsung phones, so I’m nervous about the LG……)

So let’s talk about Thanksgiving!

As I mentioned previously, we are going to my MIL’s on Thursday. Because it would complete her, or something. Whatever. She makes a really good green bean casserole with real fried crispy onions as opposed to those from the can. I’m making dessert and can not decide between a standard chocolate pie, made with pudding and cool whip, or a German sweet chocolate pie. Probably the German since it is Ed’s absolute favorite. Unless he gets on my nerves. Then he gets crap.

Friday, I am cooking and my brother and SIL are coming over. It’s kind of our tradition to cook Thanksgiving on the Friday after and I’m somewhat excited. I totally forgot to put in for a vacation day at daycare, so since I have to pay for it, the kids are going—at least for part of the day. That will give me time to cook and clean anyway. Plus it’s our turn to bring home Max, Eddie’s classroom guinea pig. It’s hard to pick him up of the kids don’t go. Anyway, here is what I am cooking:

• One small turkey, deep fried
• One large turkey, in the oven
• 5lbs of mashed potatoes
• One small dish of sweet potato casserole for my FIL (I pretend to like it, but really, it’s all about the marshmallows)
• Corn bread dressing (note to self—cook cornbread weds night or thurs morning)
• Creamed Corn, from the can
• Green Bean Casserole, with canned onions because I like to eat them from the can while I cook
• Canned cranberry sauce because Ed’s dad is the only one who will touch it
• Brown and Serve rolls because it wouldn’t be turkey day without them
• Tons of gravy, of course
• Pumpkin Pie (frozen)
• Apple Pie (maybe fresh but probably frozen)
• Oreo Cheesecake

I think that’s it. Hopefully we will have a ton of leftovers because I love nothing more that a turkey sandwich on plain white bread, slathered in mayo with green olives on it. It is my favorite thanksgiving food. We’ve been known to get up in the middle of the night for a turkey sammie.

Saturday my cousin is having a birthday party for her son, who is turning 4 (plus she just had a new baby girl!!) and hopefully, Sunday we can rest.

Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with NaBloPoMo during the craziness.

The girls, (and some of the guys) who work with and for me are all very open about their bodily functions. We know everyone’s cycle, about gas and yeast infections…you name it. One of our favorite topics of conversation just happens to be pooping. I don’t know why, we are just enamored with pooping.

There is a stigma around here about pooping at work—at least among the girls. Guys, as you know, have no shame. The majority of people don’t feel like anyone in their right mind should be taking a crap in the same bathroom as 10 other women. I know, it’s not an ideal situation. But seriously?

There are several people here who can’t poop anywhere other than their own bathroom. One goes so far as to say that she can’t even go on vacation. She spends entire weeks miserable and holding it. Then again, she won’t even fart in front of her husband.

Others feel free to poop with reckless abandon. Wherever, whenever, they just go.

Where do you fall in?

A. Sara, I feel very uncomfortable with this line of questioning, please knock it off and write something about your kids or something.
B. I can only poop behind closed doors in the privacy of my own home
C. If I have to go, I have to go. Deal with it.
D. I actually plan on pooping at work, or better yet, at someone else’s house so that I can keep my toilet clean and save on the cost of toilet paper. The less cleaning, the better.

I’d also like to know if you fart in front of your significant other.

Here is my opinion:

I will not go out of my way to poop at work, however, should the need arise; I will not inconvenience my body so that you are not offended. I will however, go to the bathroom at the other end of the building where I am less recognized, and use an intricate pattern of flushing and air freshener spritz to disguise what I am doing all the way down there in the handicapped stall. I will probably wait until the bathroom is pretty close to empty before I exit. On the farting—I’m a firm believer in that if my name appears on the mortgage, I am entitled to pass gas anywhere in my own home. The car too.

Well, I hope your eyes aren’t bleeding from reading this or anything………but it had to be said.

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Thursday’s seem to be the days when I write some sort of retrospective. I really want to write about my wedding, but that is better suited for a photo entry. Unfortunately I was married prior to the rampant use of the digital camera, and therefore, I need to scan my photos. The good new: Scanning them was my pregnancy project when I was gestating Eddie!! The bad news: I only made it through the ceremony photos before I either got bored, or decided that my time was better spent consuming mass quantities of Twinkies and Mug Root Beer. I would place bets on the latter. What I’m getting at is that our goal was to throw a kick ass party, and I can’t really tell the story without the awesome reception photos. The reception was complete hysteria and the best party I’ve ever been to…..I will surely tell you about it soon.

For today though, I’ve decided to copy something I read over at dreamgrrl’s which I think is kind of fun.

10 Things I Liked as a Teenager but Don’t Really Care For Now
1. Talking on the phone for hours and hours
2. Breaded chicken patties on buns with mayo
3. having more friends than I could count
4. wearing my dad’s flannel shirts
5. VANS sneakers which I had decorated with pen and marker
6. Dying my hair green with a bingo marker
7. Being obnoxious on purpose
8. shopping for clothes at the Salvation Army
9. wearing hats
10. hanging out at the mall, at least 3 times a week

10 Things I Did Not Like as a Teenager but Do Like Quite a Bit Now
1. Getting up early
2. yogurt
3. being somewhat productive
4. spending time with my family
5. grocery shopping
6. working out
7. camping
8. learning from my mistakes
9. a good glass of wine
10. fancy shoes

10 Things I have Never Liked and Likely Never Will
1. Wearing jewelry
2. doing anything with my hair other than washing and brushing
3. wearing make-up
4. going to the bank or post office
5. ketchup on anything but hotdogs, hamburgers, roast beef, or mac and cheese
6. painting my fingernails
7. cleaning, or any type of housework (you would have died if you saw my room when I was growing up. DIED.)
8. peas. Blech.
9. The History Channel
10. Participating in any sort of sport (unless it’s darts.)

10 Things I Have Always Liked and Probably Always Will
1. Watching more television than any human should be allowed to watch
2. Silly Teenie bopper movies (High School Musical, anyone??)
3. burying my nose in a good book
4. Burger King Whoppers
5. Coffee—have been an addict since I was 14
6. singing, alone or in groups (does anyone want to be in a band with me?)
7. church
8. Planning future baby’s names
9. dry and ridiculous humor
10. Writing

If you are here today, regardless of whether or not you read my blog daily, or just happened upon it, please leave me a comment. I’d like to know who visits.

Here are a few questions to answer for me….

How did you get here? Another blog? Am I in your reader? Did you google something crazy like ketchup in goulash? (That brings a lot of people over.)

What is your position on babies and pacifiers?

What is your favorite television show and why?

What is your favorite song at the moment?

I will answer my own questions. I had/have a blog on another site. No, you can’t read it….but I began blogging here after reading Catherine Newman’s blog

I am not a fan of the paci. At all. My kids never used them. (Cait sucks on her blankie though) Ed and I both felt strongly about not shoving a plug in our child’s mouth, which is not to say that is what most parents do, but you have to admit, it’s out there. I have a hard time seeing a 4-year-old with a binky as well. It drives me nuts.

Favorite TV show…..right now? How I Met Your Mother. I love it like no other. And also Samantha Who, it’s very smart and funny.

Favorite Song at the moment: Matchbox 20, Let’s See How Far We’ve Come. LOOOVE It!! It’s so catchy. A bit trendy fr my usual taste, but like I said, LOOOOVE IT!

Ok, so please de-lurk. All of you!