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I was feeling super pain-filled today. And now thanks to my ingenious (ie: idiotic) mixing techniques, I am feeling sufficiently super freakin’ excellent.

I am going to have a crazy Thanksgiving. Technically we are having two – the calendar Thanksgiving with part of my dad’s side of the family (his sister, neice and her husband and their two daughters), and then another Thanksgiving on Saturday with my mom’s side of the family. My grandma is not up for company so from what I can tell that is the main reason for having two this year. Which is fine, as long as I don’t have to cook both meals. As of this point, the plan is for me to cook the calendar Thanksgiving because as my dad put it, “…they haven’t enjoyed your cooking before.”

I put together a rough menu for Thanksgiving. Currently I am planning my infamous brine for the turkey that pretty much everyone has said it is the best turkey they have ever had. Also planning on slow cooker macaroni and cheese because Alan and I bought way too much Velveeta and I want it gone without having to eat it with nachoes by myself (*gags* never again) so this is the best thing I can thing of to get rid of it. In addition to cauliflower poppers, mashed potatoes, and my numtastic cranberry sauce. I’m trying to determine if I want to make some stuffing, sweet potatoes, and another veggie as well. Oh, and for an appetizer I will be making a cheeseball. Dessert is being taken care of by my cousin so I don’t have to worry about that.

I am certain that there will be tons of leftovers that will be added to whatever someone else is making on Saturday so if anyone wants to come join Alan, me and my family, let me know. There will be way too much food.

Completely random sidenote: Why are Jewish people trying to convert me and add me on Facebook? This makes the second person within a week. What the hell? Is Judaism holding some sort of weird recruitment contest?

I’m having another flare up of The Crazy. I am totally looking forward to heading to Lake Tahoe. A time to get away from 95% of my external problems. The other five percent is taken up with the dog and small parts of Potato (how hard is it to turn off a friggin’ faucet, someone tell me PLEASE!). With a respite I should be able to better gather myself and keep myself in check. I really need to press pause on reality – I’m not able to do that as well as some people in my life. I’m so grateful for this chance to leave the majority of my problems behind for a few days and focus on centering myself and reconnecting to things I’ve lost touch with (compassion, for example).

Ok, I’m beating a dead horse. Time to move on. Oooh… pie!

I don’t think I need to tell anyone how happy this makes me. YAY OBAMA! America isn’t so fucking stupid after all.