Happy Thanksgiving!

Up for another game/quiz/fine piece of work? Good. This one's in honor of Thanksgiving. Let's see how smart you are.

I failed.

It won't take much to beat my score...

Turkey Trivia Quiz

Test your knowledge

http://home.aristotle.net/Thanksgiving/trivia.asp

Big Tex

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Liz and I played hooky one day a few weeks ago and headed to the Texas State Fair. Hey, if it was good enough for Oprah...

Anyway, we were both in the mood to eat… and that’s mainly what you do at the fair. Eat. And eat.

Each year the fair offers something new that’s fried. Yep, FRIED. I’ve tried fried coke and fried grilled cheese… this year’s offering was fried butter. Yep, fried butter. Butter, yet! Wasn’t up for that one… but I’m always up for the “corney dog” that is famous at the fair.

So, off we go. Liz had this great idea that we should take the DART train instead of driving. I was game. Sort of. Okay, not really. But I went.

She navigated us to the Walnut Hill station somewhere in Dallas, got us onto the Red Line, had us switch to the green line at the Pearl station, got off at Fair Park and VOILA! There we were at the entrance to the fair! Just that easy.

NOT.

And I will NEVER do it again.

First of all, it took 40 minutes just to get to the train station, fifteen minutes to wait for the train, twenty minutes on the first train – stopping at EVERY station along the way to pick up people – ten minutes in the second station to change trains, twenty minutes on the second train… Heck, I could’ve driven the whole way there in less time, been parked and had a corney dog in my hand before our train had even departed the second station. No, really.

And did I mention that we didn’t have seats? We had to stand the whole way. I’ve been on a New York subway once. This was darn close to the same experience.

And don’t even get me started on what type of people take the DART train, thank you very much.

Liz commented that I got to experience a little bit of the ghetto. She wasn’t kidding.

But we did make it to the fair. In time for lunch. And not much else.

Liz has a new job where she picks kids up from school for a working mom, so we had to leave the fairgrounds at 1:15. We had only gotten there at 12:00.

And it was senior citizen day at the fair! Can you even imagine how slow we had to walk? One hour at the fair and it was senior citizen day....

No wonder the fried butter was a hit...

You know what, though? One hour at the fair... still better than a full day at work!

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Okay, okay

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I sure have heard a lot about how my green hamburger buns are oh, so unappetizing. Okay. They will leave now. I will update. I was just certain that they would be a hit....

In the meantime...

Try this. It'll buy me some time to find something prettier to post. Although I thought green buns were quite the cleverest of items. Heck, they look no different than most of the food in my fridge. But, alas.

Anyway, try this. It'll tell a lot about you. And maybe even save on visits to the psychiatrist. Maybe. I can't guarantee that, though.

Click here: Draw a pig

And when you get back, I'll show you my own creation. Oh, I'll show you now. I'm so proud of it.

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Julia Child is at it again

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I decided, against everyone's better judgement, that I would try to cook just one more time.

I decided on hamburgers.

I headed to the fridge. Took the 8 little buns out of the fridge. Set the 8 little buns on the counter... and screamed.

Yeah. I better not cook. Not only would I make my husband sick again, but I just might cure all the world's ills with this beautiful penicillin.

Ugh.

McDonald's? I am not your greatest competition...

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I can't even tell you...

what this means to me...

We have our Christmas lights up. Now. Already! We, the lastest last minute people on earth... are now ready for Santa to arrive. Before Thanksgiving, even!

Santa, bring it on!




I put this here wreath up on our garage.




And I ignored my fear of heights for one day. Strung all them lights up on our roof and over our front door.




Here's another look at our wreath... just because I'm so darn proud.




And it all even looks good in the dark. Okay, so it was always dark out... I guess I mean't to say it all even looks good without my flash on.

And look where I put these little lights! All of our bushes in front are trimmed.

It just brings a tear to my eye.

One more peek. For posterity.

Oh, the tears are just flowing now.

And not because I did such great work. Mostly because I paid Juan an arm and a leg to do it all. I am now missing an arm and a leg.

I'm still touched though. And I'm especially touched by my friend Ellen's endearing comments:

Ellen Johnson Olson: DID YOU TURN THEM ON? if so, shame on you..... Christmas lights should not be on til the day after Thanksgiving! :)

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Dr. Suess is alive and well...

I Love My Job!

I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, she is the best!
I love her boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location,
I even hate to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And piles of paper that grow each day!

I think my job is really swell,
There's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.

I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it won't care.
I love each program and each file.
I'd love them more if they worked a while.

I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.
I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job - I'll say it again -
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who've come today,
In clean white coats to take me away!

Doctor's appointment

There's good news and there's bad news...

The good news is that Rick does not have to have his artificial knee re-replaced. He also does not have to have his aritificial hip re-replaced. His latest pain is from not going to PT. Bad boy.

The bad news is that he does have cataracts (which we've known) and it's time for them to come out. And he had a dr. appointment today to discuss just that. When I asked him which doctor he was going to today (knee vs. hip vs. eyes) he said, "to the doctor that's going to explode my eye."

I'm thinking that that's the worst news of all. Ranks right up there with the time he asked me to turn the A/C down because it was blowing his head off.
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If it ain't broke...

... but if it is, you can usually fix it yourself. And a whole lot cheaper. And certainly more aesthetically...




Pretty clever way to BBQ, I must admit.





Go, Pittsburgh!




Makeshift mailbox...




Now this is clever... LEGOS? Really?





Another clever way to BBQ. Hey, we've got a rake. I'll have to try this...




This could almost be MY fridge door...





Okay, now this is just plain ugly. Please fix it. Please cut that dumb tree down.




Missing gas cap?





Missing front wheel?





I see nothing wrong with this battery. I think someone was very clever.




And this is my friend Lori's favorite. I wonder if she's tried this herself?
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Weather forecast

We are enjoying some unseasonably beautiful weather. Beautiful weather. Seriously. It was around 75 degrees today. IN NOVEMBER!

But I still wore my red leather jacket today. Why? Because I like it. Because it's cold in my office. No, it's freezing in my office and because I like it. So I wore it.

A lady in the front office saw me today and commented on my coat. She said, "Soon you'll be able to wear that coat."

I had to bite my tongue not to say, "I think I'm wearing it now..."
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Peek a boo

I see you...




No, really. I seeeee youuuu.




Whatcha doin'?

Got any chocolate?
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