There should be a blog post here.
I mean, a more substantial blog post here.
I just thought I’d type that so you know that I know.
Today my friend Wendy wrote an incredibly moving blog post about growing up in poverty. You should read it.
When my Mom came up for Thanksgiving last week one of the things we did was take a trip to Ikea. Apparently my sitting in front of unpacked boxes for five months in my YouTube videos was driving her crazy so! off we went! An Expedit was purchased. Delivery was arranged (conveniently for after she had gone back home) and today? Today I have shelves.
It took two and a half hours.
It took a lot of sweating.
It took a lot of swearing.
At one point I got so frustrated I almost cried.
I also got to use some of my set building background when things did not go as smoothly as the instructions implied (I kicked it a lot because the hammer I have turned out to be too small to get the job done properly).
But then, finally, it was done! And there was much rejoicing and jumping around and hooting and hollering throughout the land.
Now I get to unpack my DVDs and organize them!
….I successfully complete another NaBloPoMo! That’s SIX of those things I’ve done.
Like every other year I’ve done it, I start strong and by the end it’s some phoned in stuff but, like every year, I’m glad I participated. It’s a fun little tradition that never fails to reignite the love I have for this space and all of the words I want to put here (yes, okay, I chicken out on most of them).
And with that I say, humbly…
I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN!
I don’t know what thing makes me the most proud:
That yesterday I was able (with the help of my Mom) to cook a four course Thanksgiving Dinner in my itty bitty kitchen. Wait. Do rolls count as a course? Because if rolls count as a course, it was five. If dessert counts, it was six! It’s the nice thing about having a small and low-key Thanksgiving. I didn’t need to make a massive amount of each thing. I only needed to make enough to feed the two of us and have some leftovers.
That I have found a compromise based Thanksgiving dessert! It’s widely known (though somehow people never ceased to be shocked or needing to be reminded) that I do not like pie. This makes the consumption of pumpkin pie a bit of a conundrum on Thanksgiving. To be honest, I can eat pumpking pie–it’s solider than other types of pie so I can usually manage at least a small piece. But this year? I decided to do pumpkin bread. Pumpkin taste, no pie squishiness! It was super tasty and I think I might make it a new tradition.
That I have gotten my Mom to adopt the phrase “cozy pants o’clock.”
That I have gotten my Mom…okay maybe not addicted to but at least intrigued by Master Chef Jr.
*Leftover Day is a holiday created by my friend Josh Cagan. You can read his great Yearbook Office post about it here.
Happy Thanksgiving, blogverse! Today I’m all full up with food and thankfulness and food. And thankfulness!
And now I sleep. Because tryptophan. Triptophan? Triptofan? That stuff. And thankfulness.
And all through the apartment…. all the creatures were sleepy because they very nearly talked themselves out.
Oh and there was a trip to the yarn store, the grabbing of burgers and a quick stop at Safeway in there too. But mostly much talking.
And that means less on the blogging front as we prep for Thanksgiving and do all the yarn shopping and talk all of the talking that can be talked by two people who are really good at talking. This means that blogging is going to be light over the next few days but I’ll still be here because I WILL WIN NABLOPOMO.
I won’t be vlogging until the weekend, though because vlogging in a small apartment while another person doesn’t know what to do with themselves is suuuuuuuuuuper awkward and I already told YouTube that vlogging is going to be weird this week so! No punishments for me!
And now I must sleep because I need energy to keep up all the talking tomorrow.
It’s how we (verbally) roll.
I very nearly forgot to blog today! Yowza! But look! Look at me, totally fulfilling my creating a post every day for the month of November duties.
That’s right! Revel in my not-caring-ness as I completely phone in this post!
I don’t think I’ve crossed over to the bad place quite yet but I think I’m about to start dancing on the very thin line that separates “taking time to figure myself out” and “wannabe Salinger.”
The line between “I’m just a homebody” and “I’m agoraphobic.”
The line between “I like to sing songs at my cat because she jumps all over the place when I do and it’s cute” and “this is my feline choral group. We’d tour but litterboxes are a b*tch to set up and break down every night. Have you subscribed to our YouTube channel?”
Sunday nights are where the epiphanies live, you guys. For schizz.
In other news: earlier today I decided that the name for a cat giving his/her butt a bath should be called “Toushie Noms” and then I laughed so hard I fell off the couch.
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