Spread The Love For Thanksgiving!

I wanted to do a special post for Thanksgiving so I came up with the idea of sharing a fellow blogger and I thought it would be neat if other bloggers tried it too.

The blogger I want to share is my good friend Robin. She is a blogger, crocheter, writer, a huge fan of David Bowie and an all around great person.

She blogs under the name Imperial Crochet right here on WordPress so do give her follow if you like crochet.

She has an Etsy store too so take a look around if you’re looking for handmade Christmas gifts: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ImperialCrochet

You can also follow her on…

AND she also has a really neat blog called Retro Invites: http://www.retroinvites.com/ if you’re a fan of decades past so do take a gander!

Who is YOUR favorite blogger?

Happy Thanksgiving and the Bath & Body Works Give Thanks Foaming Hand Soap

Happy Thanksgiving all! I bought this Bath & Body Works Give Thanks Foaming Hand Soap a few weeks ago  and it smells just like pumpkin pie! I hope my guests enjoy it today.

Also thanks to all of you for tuning into my blog. I hope everyone has a great day. -Bonnie


I’ve got turkey guts in my hair, welcome to my world

Ah the joys of Thanksgiving.

Today my mom and I decided to be proactive and cook the turkey to get some of the work out of the way. OK, let me rephrase that…my mom decided to cook the turkey to get some of the work out of the way. My big game cooking skills are wobbly at best so mom to the rescue, that’s the advantage of having your mom live with you. Sandwich generation win!

So I was the designated helper. Unfortunately our Fresh Young Turkey (that should be a band) was a bit on the frozen side so we couldn’t yank the guts bag out without an ice pick. So after 20 minutes in the oven we tried again. That sucker was stuck. By then I was determined to get the bugger out and did a huge yank. That worked. I also succeeded in spraying turkey guts all over my head. Here’s how it went down.

ME: AGGGGGHHHHH! I am covered in turkey guts.

MOM: Can you hand me the bag with the remaining guts?

ME: I. Am. Covered. In. Turkey. Guts.

MOM: Yeah, so can you hand me that pan?

KID: Mom, you’re covered in turkey guts.

HUSBAND: Gross…you’re covered in turkey guts.

THE DOG: My guess is she was thinking. “Cool, you’re covered in turkey guts”.

ME: *leaves room to decontaminate.

So there you have it.

Word to the wise, don’t yank on the turkey guts bag without protection.


How to have a Happy Thanksgiving without throwing anyone out the window

If you’re not one of those perky, perfect Wal-Mart pioneer woman commercial families (and who is?) than follow me. I’ve got some real world advice for handling Thanksgiving dinner with the relatives that won’t leave you crying, jumping out the window or heading for the liquor store.

Check out my Thanksgiving Family Dinner Solutions for the real world.

If this happens: Little Joey show up blowing green bubbles out of his nose and hacking up a lung. i.e. Sickness has invaded your home.

Solution: After years of having the walking dead show up at my house for Thanksgiving dinner I enacted “Code Green”. If someone enters my home with an illness I whisper “Activate Code Green for Joey” which means…

  1. Don’t touch the sick kid.
  2. Don’t touch anyone else who has touched the sick kid.
  3. Don’t go within a 2.4 foot radius of the sick kid.
  4. Don’t share food, toys, furniture or the dog with the sick kid.
  5. Don’t look the sick kid in the eye (he might approach you).

This actually works pretty good in years past. Lastly, don’t worry about offending anyone with “Code Green”. Better safe than sick.

If this happens: A mean person shows up.

Solution: Mean people suck and they come in all forms…the nasty sister-in-law, the angry spouse, the disgruntled Uncle…you know who I’m talking about, we all have them. Here’s what I do. It’s very subtle!

Blast a little Bruno Mars on the sound system. Not only a catchy tune and but the lyrics are pretty straight forward and will make you feel better about said nasty person. The cool part about this solution is that you’ll feel better walking around singing this song in your head and the nasty one won’t be the wiser! Or better yet loop the video on the TV!

If this happens: Aunt Sally tries to get you to man the kid table. Why there has to be a responsible adult at the kid table is beyond me. I mean so what if they make a mess? Also sitting at the kid table violates Code Green, “Don’t go within a 2.4 foot radius of the sick kid”. So whatever you do don’t get suckered in to sitting at the kid table.

Solution: This involves math. Under no circumstances do you put an extra chair at the kid table. Smash those little buggers in like sardines. This way no adult can be seated at said table. If Aunt Sally insists take away her big people chair and let her share a seat with the sick kid. That’ll teach her to butt in.

If this happens: People won’t leave! You slave away for hours making dinner and all you want to do after enduring hours with the family is get in bed, watch Harry Potter and eat Jelly Belly’s.

Solution: Fein illness. Nothing clears a crowd faster than some fake vomiting. Go in the bathroom. Make some retching noises and look clammy when you come out. Voila! Room cleared. Commence Harry Potter marathon.

I hope these simple tips help others in need.

May The Force Be With You!