This is why I love Vermont

Because there were bumper stickers that referred to this website everywhere.

A Thanksgiving Made for Two

So Rich and I decided that we would go up to Vermont for Thanksgiving... my brother had a wedding in London and after a few last minute invites, we decided that we would take advantage of the four day weekend. We didn't really discuss details, we just said that we'd drive up Thursday morning when Rich got out of work.. I'd do the driving and we'd plan on getting there at around 1PM:

Michelle's thoughts: We'll pick up chinese or something along the way and get there, unpack, sloth, eat a quick non-turkey, but festive all the same, meal and go to bed early... really starting the weekend the next day.

Rich's thoughts: Michelle will drive, we'll get there at around 1, giving her plenty of time to cook the 17 pound (!) turkey I bought along with stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potato casserole, and an apple pie for dessert. I will be exhausted from a night of work and will retire to the couch to watch football until dinner is ready.

I kid you not that my darling husband brought home a 17 pound turkey for us (mind you, I barely eat turkey..) and the list of ingredients with which to make the aforementioned required menu items.. and I slaved away after a four hour drive while he slothed the hours away on the couch with the dogs until dinner was ready. I was such a 1950's wife, I cant even tell you.

When it was time to eat, I walked into the den to find Rich sound asleep. I was not happy that I had to wake him from his slumber to come to the table to eat the gargantuan meal for 20 that I prepared.. but we had a nice dinner and even gave the dogs some turkey as not to feel as wasteful. (It's Sunday and not only did we eat turkey all weekend, but the carcass came home from Vermont to make turkey soup.) All in all, my meal came out great. The stuffing definitely was a bit too dry, but we both lived to tell about it... and Rich was very appreciative of our Thanksgiving for two.

The rest of the weekend was very nice and relaxing.. We ate lots of leftovers, walked around the town of Bennington, saw the movie Stranger Than Fiction, did a 7+ mile hike to Stratton Pond (see picture above and no, I have no clue who the guy is in the pond), went out for dinner, and just lazed around. Now, we're home. Rich is at a bar with a friend watching the Giants game and I am signing off to watch the end of the movie Annie (the original, not the cheezy remake). Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving!

There's nothing better than quality catch up time with an old friend

I'm very excited to say that I am off to Vermont tomorrow for a girly weekend with my old camp friend, Wendy... We met at Maine Teen Camp when we were 15... and though she grew up in Florida, we have been friends ever since. She's a mother of two adorable, yet - quite energetic - little boyz... She needs a break and will be driving to my house from her home in New Hampshire. I have had a terribly stressful and annoying week at work and am eager to catch up with an old friend, get a little silly, do a little hike, and just vegetate and read all the magazines that divulge juicy details about Britney's divorce for a weekend. Rich has lots of boy plans such as boy bond steak cookout participating, taco bean dip preparing, football watching, Buffalo Sabres game attending, and other things like that. Woohooo.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Are no scarify

Alva Levy at ubuyugoslavia@forevernet.pt sent me this email today with the above-referenced subject:

Where's there's muck, there's brass Don't mend what ain't broken. If you don't love yourself with passion, you'll love others with it. Passion is conserved. You can't judge a book by its cover. Attributed to Winston Churchill It's easier to turn falsehood loose than correct it everywhere it runs to

I really really need to talk about the underpinnings of nonsensical emails like this. First I decided that he was sending me a virus in gibberish code, but I've received other similar emails and my computer seems to be doing what I tell it to, so that seems to me to be a good sign. Then, I decided that Alva gets computer time at his mental hospital and needs to purge some muddled thoughts together between medicine intake and then send them out to various recipients in a "screw the world for confining me to a small confined space and putting me in a white jacket and giving me so little computer time" type gesture. But how would Alva get MY particular email? I need to understand. No one is trying to sell me anything. There's no stock tip, rolex offer, viagra prices, penis size reference, or any pathetic attempt to get me to give the sender my social security number, checking account, or any other personal information. So, what is it then? What does Alva Levy really want from me? Is he reaching out?

All theories welcome.

You can find EVERYTHING on the world wide web.

This was my favorite postcard when I was little. I cant believe I found it on the web. Is there anything in the world that can not be found online? I dare say not. But please... prove me wrong.

Niecypoo

I know I am biased, but have you ever seen anyone as cute as my niece, Felicia? This is in spite of the fact that she's got rarely an ounce of Kapperdoo in her.

My quest for the top 100 songs of all time

My friend Dave told me at a bar the other day that Dust in the Wind by Kansas was one of the 100 best songs ever written. So in an act of defiance, I am on a quest to come up with my own list, purposely leaving that overly quoted annoying ballad off. My list is an evolving one. I have decided that it's not in any sort of order... Just the top 100.. So far I have about 18 songs.. and I will reveal the list when it's done. I wanted to actually put the evolving list on here, but I think once you post you cant change a message... well, you probably can, but as a posting novice, I cant be bothered to figure out how. So be patient, my little bears... One day soon, you will see my masterpiece.

[I will take all song opinions under advisement, except for a vote of Shiny Happy People or Stairway to Heaven.]

Dream: November 19, 2005

While searching for a potentially suitable picture to post on my new 'audience of one' blog space, I found a well documented dream that I had on 11/19/2005. I thought I might share it with this vast audience. If anyone has any suitable skill in dream interpretation...

Dreamt I was walking around in a place where there were wild animals running free all over… lions, tigers, etc… Some people had guns just incase they got attacked… most didn’t. At first I thought I was in Africa, but I found out I was in the Hamptons. I was supposed to meet my parents and my Nana (none of which are really alive) and others at a lunch place outside… cause I was there with them and their friends… I was on my way, when I thought a lion or tiger was ready to attack me so I jumped into the nearest indoor place… only to find that it started to take off from the ground. It was a plane. To make matters worse, I looked around and realized that it was all Asian people on the plane. I was like where is this plane going? I knew it was somewhere in Asia because no one was speaking English and I started to panic. I have to get off the plane, I kept yelling. It was starting to fly and I was totally freaking out that I was now on my way to Asia. I begged the stewardess to turn the plane around… I asked her to tell the pilot that I got on by mistake after running away from a lion or tiger and didn’t have my medicine with me and would die. Finally, the pilot agreed and turned the plane around and let me off, much to the chagrin of the other passengers. They landed again and let me off and I went and found my parents and nana and told them what happened.

Testing my bloggability

Not like I ever expect anyone to read this, but I do like to hear myself speak, so this is the perfect venue for me. I have nothing to say... except hi. To me. Or anyone else that may like to actually hear me think aloud.