Love Thanksgiving.

Top Five Thanksgiving Traditions, in no particular order.

1. Number of pies = number of people. Actually we haven't hit that goal in a few years, since the number of people went over 20. I'm happy our initial group of 9 has grown.

2. Delivering meals to the shut-ins on Thanksgiving morning. We pack the meals up at church and deliver to the folks who generall get Meals on Wheels. A lot of people have someplace to go, but others remain in their home.

3. Two kinds of cranberry sauce, I don't eat either.

4. Saying what we are thankful for. Cristina tried to start a tradition that if someone else made you cry, you had to drink. That didn't take. Andrey's vodka, however...

5. Pie for breakfast the day after Thanksgiving.

What are your traditions, new or old?

Just as good.

Edy's Slow Churn Ice Cream is just as good as the original.

I think I've blogged this before.

This post is not as good as the original.

Except I can't find the original

Chocho and the TSO

Monday: Found Cat.

This little guy topped off my evening on Monday:



We found Chocho lingering outside our door, and decided he was homeless. Since we couldn't bring ourselves to leave him loose in the night, HotCop took him over to stay in P-Hars garage. After much soul searching and anxious conversation, we decided to take him to a local no-kill shelter. He's obviously an outdoor cat, and coudldn't coexist with our indoor cats.

Tuesday: The exhaustion begins to set in.

Wednesday: 20th High School Reunion, as Monica called it. Saw a bunch of the old kids to celebrate the departure of a certain former boss.

Thursday: The exhaustion builds. Joe, HotCop, Phar and I go to see TSO.

Friday: Dinner with the cousin who got married last year. It was a Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving.

Saturday: Laziness, laziness and more laziness.

The West?

Not so much, and they provide crappy code that doesn't work correctly in blogger (there are supposed to be cool gauges that show the percentage of each). How about you?

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The West Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech. Unless you're a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta.
The Midland
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neglecting to blog.

There are lots of things I could have (should have?) blogged about lately.

Namely:

My fabulous birthday celebration #1, wherein Joe gave me Lindt chocolate and tooke me to The Melting Pot.

My fabulous birthday celebration #2, wherein New Coworker and His Wife and Lots of People Used to My Antics witnessed me flailing about on the dance floor in two different locations.

My fabulous birthday celebration #3, wherein we played Apples to Apples and I choose "Mold" as "Cuddly."

Election Day (and the day after). Have Americans seen the light? As my friend Tiffany wrote to me "Well, Virginia sucks but it's a good day to be a liberal." Amen, although as it turned out it doesn't suck as bad as we thought it might. Would I trade a "No" vote on Proposition #1 for Webb's senate seat? Probably not, because I think (hope?) the blasted thing will be found unconstitutional. BUT I did feel sick and look up the word "bigot" in the dictionary when I saw the results. I wanted to feel like I truely understood the word when I call 57% of the voters in my state bigoted.

Ding, dong the witch is dead.

My fabulous birthday celebration #4, wherein we almost found the bottom of The Bottomless Chips & Salsa at Chili's.

The birthday that doesn't seem to want to end.

I didn't know!

I didn't know comment moderation was turned on! Comment moderation is crap and it now turned off.

I just thought no one was commenting.

McSpoilers

McDreamy was doing the McNasty with McHottie? That McBastard!

Happy Birthday to Me.

Last year I didn't post until after my birthday. This year I'm posting on the day. This time of year has often knocked me down, unrelated and yet forever tied to the anniversary of my birth.

Mom knows what to say, though:

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From: Paula
View Thursday, November 2, 2006 11:22:56 AM
To: Erika
Subject: Happy Birthday...

Twenty five years ago today about this time your dad and I were in the
hospital waiting for your arrival. You were so strong and alert-- a foretaste
of the bright alert young woman you have become. We are proud of your
strength and persistence and enjoy spending time with you.

Your horoscope today said that hard work will pay off for you this year - we
knew that already.

I look forward to eating carrot cake with you and friends on Saturday.

Love, Mom