Turkey and Mice

Yes, we survived Thanksgiving in San Antonio and got back home Sunday night. NOW I'm furiously repacking and rebattening down the hatches because we're leaving tomorrow for Florida. I must be outta my damn mind.

I don't "do" that whole must-get-out-of-town-every-friggin'-weekend thing, so I've been a bit frantic. I like my house and my stuff and my big fat ass parked on my couch for three days. But it seems I have a date this weekend with a mouse and a couple of princesses, and after much planning, I think I'm ready. Lots to tell when we get back, I'm sure, but until then, enjoy this:

Happy Thanksgivin'

From the whole fam damily. I knew I should have worn the black feather wrap - the white one always makes me look so washed out.

At school yesterday, Peach's class had a "feast," which they prepared themselves, and they each told the rest of the class what they were thankful for. Peach's note said:

I am thankful for my Health & house & my fish (in hevan) & Dotty my moms cat & Pogo my dads dog who is Def & my sister & my mom & my dad & God & my cat JoJo & Love!

She also made a few cards. First, the traditional:

She did all of these on really thin paper with markers, so it's hard to read, but the turkey says, "Cool Daddyo," and the inside says, "Have a super cool Thanksgiving! Peace!"

Next, the outta-nowhere card. The front:

The back:

I have no idea why they are so angry, but notice the red gloves on both of them. And the inside says, "Hope you like boxing! Go! Happy Thanksgiving!"

Finally, the message card. It says, "Peace on Earth" on the front, and the inside says:

I'm out til Sunday, y'all, so have a great holiday! Peace!

Not that there's anything wrong with that

Overheard while watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving tonight:

O: Is that a boy or a girl?

P: It's a girl. (pause) Right, Mommy?

Which is only made more confusing by the fact that Marcie calls her, "Sir." And both of them are voiced by men. Good grief, indeed.

Can You Hear That Buzzing?

We have been some busy little abejas over here at Casa de Bone this weekend. T-Bone completely emptied the garage and then cleaned and painted the floor. And then the walls where he got epoxy on them. With the exception of the tree, I put out all of my Christmas decorations - and there are a shitload, y'all - and I planted some rose bushes in the backyard. We also squeezed in Peach's dance performance Saturday, her basketball game Sunday, and a visit from my parents, including a trip to Threadgill's to get our veggies on last night. My mom and I did a little Christmas shopping yesterday and hit Hobby Lobby, Garden Ridge, and Target today. And yeah, I forgot AGAIN that Hobby Lobby is closed on Sundays for family and worship or whatever so there goes 30 minutes of my life I'd like back, please. Especially since I haven't stopped moving since 7 am yesterday.

But it hasn't been all "work" and no play for this mama. No way. I had a BLAST Friday night with a gaggle of blogging gals, most of whom I've linked to over there on the right, as we celebrated the return of Karla and rocked out to Bookhart's hubby's band. Badger and Karla have already posted about the events of that fateful night in way more interesting and colorful detail than I ever could, and I think Malcontent Mama has some photos documenting it all. Karla May was my date for the evening, so I got to talk to the Geej on the phone - she loves me - and I was reminded of the MANY nights KM and I spent tossing back cold brews and supporting various friends' and boyfriends' bands back in our rock and roll days. Oy. Going to random keg parties thrown by slacker 30-somethings got pretty old after a while, but we always had a great time, and we always looked FABULOUS. I'm glad I got to hang with her and the rest of my blogging pals - old and new! - and I think the sting has worn off enough by now that I can say I'm ready to do it all over again SOON.

The Doctor is In

Dr. Olive's 12-step program for comforting a crying sister who was reprimanded for wrestling with her glasses on:

1. Bring her a stuffed animal
2. Bring her her blankie
3. Bring her another stuffed animal
4. Bring her a hug and a kiss
5. Climb up on the bed with her and pat her
6. Tell her it's okay and that you'll stay with her to keep her company
7. Pat her repeatedly
8. Whisper to her, "Just wisten to your heart, and you can do it," while patting her on the chest
9. Assure her that it's okay and that you really will stay with her to keep her company
10. Leave to fetch the doctor kit and return with promises to find the "pwobwem" and to make her feel better
11. Perform thorough examination while singing "Whistle While You Work"
12. Call for a "gwoup hug"