Saturday, November 27, 2010

Orphans Thanksgiving

This was the first Thanksgiving I took over the burden of cooking the holiday dinner. It was only for myself and AM, but I wanted to ensure a day or two of leftovers while I was at it. What's Thanksgiving without leftovers? Another day of fake turkey and mashed potatoes. The menu consisted of Quorn Turk'y Roast, Vegetarian Mushroom Gravy, Pumpkin and Percorino Gratin, Roasted Garlic Mashed Potatoes, Green Bean & Asparagus Casserole, Biscuits, Sweet Potato Pie, and Pecan Praline Crunch ice cream.

And paper headdresses.

Pierce joined in on the fun and even enjoyed a bit of fake turkey.

And to bring the class down a notch, Black Monday involved more tiki drinks and dancing. This pose is 'Dear Straw, Put the fruity booze in my mouth'.

The abbreviated week still reeked havoc on my sleepy system, along with the forty degree drop in the weather. Winter came late in Chicago, but it came with a party hat on. One with earflaps and a wooly lining.
I've got my woolens all sorted out for Xmas, mine is going to be an orphan one as well. I just hope I can finish the list beforehand. Little bits and pieces are done and it's not yet December. Once I get my motivation back it should be easy as pie. I just need a bit of a nap first.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Runway Cat

Sometimes I feel like I'm only holding him back. He's made for sharing.
It's difficult to take a picture when he's busy shaking his tush on the catwalk so bear with me.
I went to Petsmart the other day and found a discarded bit of clothing for a small dog. (Well possibly a smallish medium sized one, Pierce is a plus sized model) It was on a sale and I eagerly rushed home in order to present this piece of fabric to my boyfriend awaiting his question "What is that?"
So I could scream out "IT'S THE CAT'S PAJAMAS!"

Sorry I made you read through all that, it's been a bit of a week.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

May-December Romance

Luckily my gran doesn't have the desire to figure out computers, let alone blogs, so I can post this.
Although I know for a fact she'd laugh about this entry.
Looking through my photos, that I have neglected to post, I noticed a fantastic themed montage to share.

Shirles & I, I adore her and she looks distracted.

Maybe by my boyfriend, whom she's been dying to hug since the moment they met. He quite likes her despite the grimace.

Or, only a stones throw away, the irish step dancer. The smile in this photo is that of genuine happiness.

My cherished photo of us pales in comparison to the joy of snuggling with this boy Riverdance. Don't get me wrong, I adore the found slideshow. I can only hope at her age I will still be pinching the butts of younger men. Figuratively I believe. I wasn't watching her all that closely but I wouldn't put it past her. Love you Shirles.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Booooo Hoo

October flew by and good weather throughout the Midwest led to rioting in the streets. People walking to and fro, wearing summery clothes and chanting things like 'What good weather we're having' and 'Funny, I don't even need my coat'.
It was chaos.
The week before my annual B.Y.O. Pumpkin Carving party we set out for our gourdy favorites, it was an unseasonable 80 degrees. I rolled up my pant legs, threw ice cubes in my coffee, and avoided the smokey kettle corn tent to hunt for a warty pumpkin to call my own. We weren't disappointed by the selection at Goebberts of cardboard cutouts to pose with nor the seed filled orbs piled around the acreage.

We bought the farm. Or damn well close to it. If my arms are any gauge for it, the haul must have been close to thirty pounds. Navigating the dodgy cart through the expansive parking lot was a feat and this man was not going to allow any blood spilt. The apple cider made it to the car and was partially consumed on the ride home in autumnal spirit.

Normally I'm an albino pumpkin carver, but I saw this lonely medium sized 'kin in a bin of neglected odd bits I brought it home thinking I'd be able to make a wicked witch. My inexperience with this sort of gourd and tool set made with a five year old in mind was unable to complete the task I had set for it. When I was that age I'm sure I would have fun a way to poke an eye out with the generic set of tools only meant for bending and breaking.

That Star Trek logo is his mouth, completely unintentional. Even Pierce got in on the fun, wearing an adorable skull hoodie from Susie and sniffing around the pumpkin guts before settling in so we could admire his new duds.

He was happy. I swear. Don't call animal cruelty, he's got a good thing going here besides the occasional dress up.