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Nov. 26th, 2014 01:03 amThanksgiving is my FAVORITE. I love food, and I love having everyone over to the house. It seems like that's the one holiday that we don't have to share with everyone else - Christmas and Easter and whatever, we're all running around and visiting different people and having to hit multiple houses on multiple days and it's chaotic. Thanksgiving is just here. There are 18 1/3 of us this year. I am going to need to hide in my room all day on Friday to make up for it, lol, but I'm excited.
Davey spent the evening making pies. (As part of his service project for this year, he was making pies for the Rescue Mission, so we just made two of everything so we can have one and we can take one to the rescue mission for their dinner.) We have apple, cherry, pumpkin, and lemon meringue. I may make a batch of cupcakes too. I haven't decided, but I had asked Larkin yesterday what kind of pie she likes and she said "no pie, cake!" Tomorrow morning I'm going to go bake a few pies with friend!Amy (which means, I'm going to hold the baby and play with Z and talk to Amy while she does all the work!) for her family and for her to take to the rescue mission. We're going to take the pies down and also pick up our Drumstick Dash shirts when the kids get out of school. Then I'm taking my boys and a couple of their friends to see the new Penguins of Madagascar movie. And coming home to make a turkey! We're doing one tomorrow night and then one on Thursday, so we can make sure we have enough and also have leftovers. (I was so mad I had to cook on the day after Thanksgiving last year, lol, because we had no leftovers.) I'm also making brussel sprout slaw, and I'm making mashed potatoes for Operation Turkey Drop (one of our local churches collects dishes and delivers Thanksgiving meals to the fire and rescue stations). Yum, food! :P
Story time! Two stories for yall today. Story the first: the friend my dad is currently staying with lives up on the mountain on one side of the valley, and their neighbor has a pet deer. He's a little button buck, and he thinks he's a dog. He sleeps inside on a dog bed, and will try and sit in your lap while you're watching tv. If you're petting one of the dogs, you had better pet him too. His human mom had a special vest made for him that's blaze orange so that (hopefully) no one will shoot him if he's out in the yard or driveway or whatever. He's so cute!
Story the second: one day a couple weeks ago, Illy was sitting at the dining room table and she was talking to someone in the kitchen but no one was in there. My mom asked her who was there, and Illy said it was "Mommom's mom and a girl." And my mom asked if it was a baby girl or a big girl, and Illy said it was a baby, so my mom asked if it was Aunt Tabby's baby girl. Illy turned around and gave my mom the meanest look and was like "Illiana is Aunt Tabby's baby." Which I thought was hilarious. And then she said it was baby Kelly, which is what we all assumed anyway. But Illy is so funny. She's my best friend! She tells her mom at least once a week that she's not going to school because she wants to spend the day with Aunt Tabby, and on days I don't see her, she texts me a string of gibberish from her momma's phone. I cannot believe she is almost five!
And in case you want a better story than one of mine, lol, here's a fic rec for something I enjoyed yesterday: baby, we're the new romantics by hawksjolras -- When PK meets Carey Price, it’s because he is crushing his dreams. “Get off my bar,” he’s saying, totally unreasonably, just because PK is currently climbing up onto his bar. (In which PK a) likes to kiss his favorite bartender and b) won't get off the bar.)
Davey spent the evening making pies. (As part of his service project for this year, he was making pies for the Rescue Mission, so we just made two of everything so we can have one and we can take one to the rescue mission for their dinner.) We have apple, cherry, pumpkin, and lemon meringue. I may make a batch of cupcakes too. I haven't decided, but I had asked Larkin yesterday what kind of pie she likes and she said "no pie, cake!" Tomorrow morning I'm going to go bake a few pies with friend!Amy (which means, I'm going to hold the baby and play with Z and talk to Amy while she does all the work!) for her family and for her to take to the rescue mission. We're going to take the pies down and also pick up our Drumstick Dash shirts when the kids get out of school. Then I'm taking my boys and a couple of their friends to see the new Penguins of Madagascar movie. And coming home to make a turkey! We're doing one tomorrow night and then one on Thursday, so we can make sure we have enough and also have leftovers. (I was so mad I had to cook on the day after Thanksgiving last year, lol, because we had no leftovers.) I'm also making brussel sprout slaw, and I'm making mashed potatoes for Operation Turkey Drop (one of our local churches collects dishes and delivers Thanksgiving meals to the fire and rescue stations). Yum, food! :P
Story time! Two stories for yall today. Story the first: the friend my dad is currently staying with lives up on the mountain on one side of the valley, and their neighbor has a pet deer. He's a little button buck, and he thinks he's a dog. He sleeps inside on a dog bed, and will try and sit in your lap while you're watching tv. If you're petting one of the dogs, you had better pet him too. His human mom had a special vest made for him that's blaze orange so that (hopefully) no one will shoot him if he's out in the yard or driveway or whatever. He's so cute!
Story the second: one day a couple weeks ago, Illy was sitting at the dining room table and she was talking to someone in the kitchen but no one was in there. My mom asked her who was there, and Illy said it was "Mommom's mom and a girl." And my mom asked if it was a baby girl or a big girl, and Illy said it was a baby, so my mom asked if it was Aunt Tabby's baby girl. Illy turned around and gave my mom the meanest look and was like "Illiana is Aunt Tabby's baby." Which I thought was hilarious. And then she said it was baby Kelly, which is what we all assumed anyway. But Illy is so funny. She's my best friend! She tells her mom at least once a week that she's not going to school because she wants to spend the day with Aunt Tabby, and on days I don't see her, she texts me a string of gibberish from her momma's phone. I cannot believe she is almost five!
And in case you want a better story than one of mine, lol, here's a fic rec for something I enjoyed yesterday: baby, we're the new romantics by hawksjolras -- When PK meets Carey Price, it’s because he is crushing his dreams. “Get off my bar,” he’s saying, totally unreasonably, just because PK is currently climbing up onto his bar. (In which PK a) likes to kiss his favorite bartender and b) won't get off the bar.)
