Wiiiii!

Here I am, thanks to Cosmic, who created her impression of me on the Wii! I haven't gotten to it yet today, but I hope to a little later. And yes, this is exactly what I really look like.

I slept until almost eight this morning, at least sort of, for me, so when I got up I did not pass go, did not collect $200, but got dressed immediately and went to Whole Foods to get a turkey. I don't know if I mentioned it, but R and K were after me to order this year's turkey from a farm -- there is actually a turkey farm fairly close by -- so that we would get something locally raised, no preservatives, etc. I agreed, but never remembered to go order it; I probably would have had to order it in July. But K saw free-range, chemical free turkeys at Whole Foods the other day, so that was the next best thing.

Of course, I assumed it would cost more than a Butterball, but I didn't give it much thought until I looked at the label and saw that my just-under-fifteen-pound turkey cost over $56.00! So today, when I ask you Am I crazy or what? feel free to go with a resounding YES! If my father can see this wherever he is, he is appalled and horrified. Hey, it was only a few years ago that we stopped getting the free turkey from Shoprite. (You know, x amount of dollars worth of receipts over x number of weeks and you got a free house brand, or a Butterball for 29 cents a pound.) Thanksgiving around here is nearly as expensive as Christmas.

K was flinging out gift ideas for people I need to buy for today; I was madly scribbling them down. All I need now are ideas for ... let's see, my husband and children and my in-laws, who are of course, the biggest gift receivers. But it's nice to have all the others taken care of, even if I have a little shopping to do. I don't mind the shopping; it's the ideas that are hard.

So I have many errands to run after school tomorrow, which all could have been done today if the stores here were open on Sunday, which they are not. And yes, we also don't pump our own gas in New Jersey; it's not a custom, it's the law. Things are strange here, I'm thinking.

I'm thinking that if they cut open my brain after I'd dead, preferably not before, they will find that it's about 45% I Love Lucy. There's a marathon on this weekend, and I've had it on in the background for hours and hours, both yesterday and today. And I've been watching these same shows literally since birth. I still think it's funny. So there's today example of brain damage, I guess.

And IT'S SPIRIT WEEK at school. Yay. This used to be such a big deal for me, when I was junior class advisor, and now I just want them to leave me alone. But I will wear school colors Monday and Tuesday, and my football jersey on Wednesday. (Seniors buy football-jersey-like shirts to wear for Spirit Week, all with their class year on the front for the number, and they go get their names on the back. One year, I had a shirt made with my number -- 71 -- and my name on the back. I also have both of the girls' shirts, so I could wear a 99 or an 02, if I so chose.)

It must be officially winter today, because the Hubs made soup. I think I'll have some for dinner, and if I don't die (veggies, beans, etc.; smells heavenly), I'll take some for lunch tomorrow, too.


WATCHING I LOVE LUCY :: ENTRY #1917
READING: The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd