HAPPY THANKSGIVING

So I was in the grocery store a week ago Wednesday and happened to be on the phone with Dan. I figured I would ask what he wanted for dinner and get an "I don't care," as usual. Oh no, he decided he wanted Thanksgiving. For some woman this would not be a big deal. For me, enormous deal. First off, I don't do meals well. Dessert? SURE! any time. A meal? Not so fast. I have actually been known to make pancakes for sunday dinner and then have homemade brownies after. Dan admitted later he expected me to blow him off. Instead I laughed and reminded him I had never made a turkey in my life. He kindly pointed out that I could call my mom like I do for any other cooking question and get it sorted out. And, I must have been sick because I took the bait. He said later that since I laughed he figured he could push his luck. It worked, I bought a turkey breast, took it home and made turkey, potatoes, home-made gravy (yes actually from the drippings not a packet) stuffing and even cherry pie. (I had made pie crust a few days earlier and had some left over I needed to use) More miraculously than I actually tried, it actually turned out. Dan's comment when he walked in the door was, "even if it didn't turn out at all, I'm impressed." Needless to say I was pretty proud of myself. I also learned that it really isn't such a big deal and added a decent recipe to my scanty dinner possibilities. One success out of like twenty different tries at new ideas. It was a pretty exciting thing for me. Most of you who read this blog probably already knew about it because I called half the people in my phone the next day to brag about my big-girl accomplishment. Anyway, now that I already did Thanksgiving for two I just have to show up at my sister-in-laws with a couple desserts for the real thing and can feel pretty good about it. Sadly, I realize to most this is pretty embarrassing that i was this impressed.

Keri This is For You

The moment you have all been waiting for....... the infamous belly shot.  I will admit I had not taken any pictures and was not keen on the idea.  But, my dear friend Keri asked, and this will keep my parents from being so shocked when they see me at Christmas and I have turned into a hippo, or Santa.  This is at 24 weeks, I can admit, not too bad but this is only the beginning. 

In Response

First off, the combination of tube socks and slips ons isn't that weird unless you're wearing a skirt, which I wasn't.  (despite the fact that those who responded seem to reply as if it is weird and she should be accepted in the attire.)  Second, I found whatever is comfortable is what you wear when you are pregnant, which Dan wouldn't be able to understand.  (I never knew that tube socks and slip ons were so comfortable.)  Third, we are not naming our child Abednego Nebuchaneezer or ever, ever in all of time considering calling our child Wes for short.  Those who know me well would understand why I would be against this.  Unfortunately Dan finds the subject of a certain ex-boyfriend hysterical, perhaps understandably from his point of view.  However, mentioning him at random or not so random times really isn't as funny to me as it is to Dan.  Some people are born without wisdom teeth, Dan was born without the capacity for jealousy, which is an excellent attribute most of the time, but highly obnoxious when it comes to this subject.  (That's what she thinks.)  Finally, the furniture is not huge and was an excellent deal.  (I work at a furniture store which clearly makes me more of an expert on this issue.)  Aside from that not much else is new.  Conveniently now that Dan has finished midterms I have been able to hold myself together.  Unfortunately for Dan, I seem to have emotional breakdowns precisely when he most deserves to.  In regards to the potential name, the poll was a failure.  Riley, Lance, and Asher were only on there as false options.  We were hoping people would leave more comments.  (There were 7 comments which I believe is an abundance in the blogging world.)  So we are still trying to think of other ideas, neither Shadrach or Kingston seems perfect.  (I am totally lost!  I thought she liked both of those names and didn't realize we were starting from scratch.  This must be a pregnancy thing and she will be certain about one of those names tomorrow.  I am learning that diversity of affective experiences is one of the benefits of pregnancy.)  I am done because I am dictating to Dan and it's too weird.  (Commentary contained in the parentheses is provided by Dan.)