Turkey Coma

Do you all have the post-Thanksgiving meal turkey coma?  I certainly do.  I did stay up last night to tear down the meal table and chairs.  I also washed, dried, and put away the crystal and china and got the leftovers all put away neatly in the fridge.  I still have the linens to wash but that will have to wait until after my nap. 

I'm tired today.  I know it's all self-inflicted as I'm so particular about making things from scratch.  However, seeing people enjoy the food I cook gives me great satisfaction and joy. 

Did I get up at the butt-crack of dawn to go out shopping?  NO WAY.  I simply do not have the energy to hit the stores, and to be honest, I don't need any more stuff as I'm in a phase of getting RID of stuff. 

I do need to close out the month financially both personally and for my work today as it's the last banking day of the month and that needs to happen sooner rather than later.  Again, that will have to wait until after my nap.

There's a theme here -- NAP

Thanksgiving :)

As I type this the turkey is in the oven, the green bean casserole is done, the mashed potatoes are done, the stuffing is done, the candied yams are done, and my ever-popular home made pretzel buns are done. 

Whew.

How many will I have today?  I'm guessing 11-15 ish.  My dilemma now is how will I seat everybody.  I was planning on a nice day outside so I could set up the long table outside on the deck as I converted the hardly-used dining room into functional living space.  I just could not justify keeping a dining room that was used one day a year and converted it into kind of a simple parlor where I could receive and quarantine guests to come in to sit and chat (so the rest of my messy house is not on display).   

Mother Nature is not cooperating and is messing with my outdoor seating plans, but she has that right. 

I'm going to have to serve buffet style and try to set up two tables to accommodate everybody.  Oh well, white woman problems.  What's special to me is that several generations will be present, whether literally or metaphorically, at today's meal.  I have a silver spoon that has been in the family since 1886.  I have my deceased mother-in-law's turkey roaster, silver, and china.  I have my maternal grandmother's gravy boat.  I have my paternal grandmother's serving platters.  You get the idea.  It's important to me to keep these items in use and in the family. 

I do have a lot to be thankful for.  I know my bitchy blog does not reflect that. 

She Looks Like She's Been Crying

.....MEA (Minimum Effort Assistant) is now dealing with the realities of tearing her family apart for a half-fantasy of a boyfriend she 'thought' she loved. 

Gig's up. 

Her soon to be ex-husband is done with her.  Her kids are done with her.  Her own mother and siblings are done with her.  There's nowhere to run. 

When I walked into the office today I could tell she had been crying.  What am I supposed to say?  It's not my place to comment on her personal life.  She's now figuring out that she's going to need a full-time job WITH BENEFITS....especially health insurance.  That is, unless, she jumps the pond over to England and marries Romeo. 

She won't leave here.   We are not that lucky.

Mea does not want to be 8th in line for boyfriend's monetary resources.  What that means is that Romeo is twice divorced with five biological kids.  She's #8 in line.  That won't work for Princess Mea.  She needs to be #1. 

Ain't happenin'

It's all fun and games until reality comes up and bites you in the ass.   She destroyed her own family for a pot-bellied, beer drinking, balls-scratching, soccer-loving guy who has no real interest in American sports.  All would be fine and well had she accepted who he is from the get-go.  But nooooooooooooooo she invented this fantasy version of Mr. England who would swoop in and solve all her problems and they would ride off blissfully into the sunset together......along with his two ex-wives and 5 kids. 

Hippie Boomers

....helloooooooo the hippie uber liberal boomers of yesterday are today's ultra conservatives.  Do ya think life has handed over a few lessons? 

Not everybody can be 'saved' nor can money fix all problems.  Sigh. 

We expect perfection from an imperfect world.....which is all fine.....just don't expect me to pay for it. 

Newsom, Pelosi, Brown, Getty

These four families are all inbred and their fortunes made on dubious terms.  One thing they all have in common - they are FAKE democrats.  They are not at all concerned about us, the lowly taxpayers.   They are only concerned with their iron grip on California politics, as they have for generations.  Why the media ignores the fact that Newsom is Pelosi's nephew is no coincidence. 

Leaving California

Everybody is talking about leaving California.  California is known to be a very 'blue' state politically.  Where is everybody moving to?  Idaho, which is politically 'red.'

But....the uber liberal blue Californians are so down on red states, and the Californians think they are so intellectually superior to all those red necks....but there the Californians are.....moving to Idaho in droves.   

With all that being said, why do the Californians want to move to Idaho?  Because the red necks don't put up with any crap and can still call a spade a spade without any whiny snowflake repercussions nor threat of a lame lawsuit.  Idaho is clean, nice, and void of everything California invited in to rot it from the inside out. 

Spoiler Alert:  Don't think all you ex-Californians will be welcomed with open arms. You trashed your own state - they don't want you coming in to trash theirs. 

Dating Disclosures

I have a couple of divorced friends who also happen to be very beautiful.  They are out there in the dating world, and it ain't pretty.

During a recent walk with one of them, she was lamenting about what's in the dating pool.  She went on to say that many of her potential beaus are nothing more than opportunists.  Hmmmmm opportunists?  I had never heard that word before used in the context of dating.

Yup.  Opportunists, she said.  I asked her to elaborate.

For starters, once a guy finds out you own your own home, they want to pretty much move in immediately.  She now refuses to let anybody she dates know her domestic status.   She discloses nothing.  She has been burned by letting a couple of her beaus move in - and then had to kick them out.  She got tired of the beaus' expectations that she "fix" their credit and back taxes.  The beaus wanted all the benefits of being married, but did not want to get married, but also wanted their freedom to mess around on the side, well, because, they weren't married.  In her opinion that was OK, because in her words, "Why would I want to commit and chain myself to a pile of messy debt?"

.....and out the door she threw him.