and so the days off begin!

okay...so not going to minot this weekend, therefore abbey and i are now watching "elf."
it's funny! and bob newhart, priceless. completely priceless. his delivery..it's just great. almost as great as will ferrell saying "shocking!"

so i had some skin things removed from my face today, they were on both sides of my nose (i know, this is delightful to read, huh?) and it really effing hurt. lidocaine in the face with a needle -- no good, i tell you. then the cauterization of the wound...HURRAH FOR PAIN AND THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH!

now it's reduced to a stinging sensation and i'm supposed to keep lil' bandaids over the spots. however i don't know if you have tried to wear a bandaid on the sides of your nose, but if so, then you've probably learned that they not only tickle but also like to fall off. consistently. and damn it, i'm running out of little square bandaids! all i'll have left are the ones for big wounds and it just won't be right! i demand a recount! (what?)

speaking of recount (nice segue!), have you had a look at blackboxvoting.org? any thoughts on what is happening and how NO ONE is talking about it?

so on the agenda tomorrow will a little time and money spent at the old country buffet in woodbury. a step up from the royal trough in minot, but still that element of... crazy mass eating. if you look around sometimes all you can see are mouths chewing food...it's gets surreal.

there is this side of nostalgia i have about thanksgiving day -- watching the macy's parade with my sisters (switching the channels to try to avoid commercials was a task), the smell of food cooking...

and then there is the reality that i remember that i would always block out -- parents frantically trying to prepare an 18-course meal and there not being enough people helping out or there were too many cooks in the kitchen -- literally. but it was fine, b/c i think that many families were like mine.

it was chaotic and hectic but it was good -- and don't get me wrong, because my first thoughts of this time of year are not the ones about stress and chaos and spilling the 7up on the table, but of the cool feeling you have as a kid, watching the parade and wishing like hell you could be as cool as your sisters.

and now it's time for more abbey-ness. happy turkey day, everyone.