Another year, another cold ride. Still haven’t had to endure anything to crazy. A little bit of half frozen rain and the road was wet this year. Cold north wind but late November in Ohio? I’ll take that for a ride. As you can see, I was smiling at the end.
We had an awesome Tofurkey day feast. Lots of leftovers. Very yummy and great company at the moms house. Erin had the best dish, yummy cranberries. Very good. I think I came in a distant second with the stuffing. But the carrots where under cooked. Would have been excellent with some mushrooms and vegan sausage. Maybe I’ll remember next time.
Time for a double header of cross action. This weekend Mason and I are heading to Cleveland for his favorite cross race, Broadview Heights. God, that course stinks. I should race it on my 29er, would do better. Then Sunday is the State Championships in Granville. One of the best venues in the state for a race. I hope they make a great course this year. Last year it sucked. Such good land and they just made it a climb fest. Needs more balance. Anyway. This isn’t a bicycling blog.
Chilling in pajama’s, listening to damn good jazz (by Russell Gunn) and playing solitaire is the new cool thing to do on Friday nights if you’re wondering. That’s what me and the old lady are doing! funny.
The annual tofurkey day ride photo.
Jen & Nathanael are in Prague for the next two weeks, so they hosted a bombastic Thanksgiving feast last Saturday. Andy and I ate so much, we both felt sick afterwards! Oh, there was Tofurky (mmm!), stuffing, mushroom gravy, green bean casserole, candied yams, mashed potatoes! It was so good! I’m telling you, it was delish!
Chef Jen kept her commis chefs Nate and Andy in line. Yes, Chef! Yes, Chef! (We watch to much Gordon Ramsay!) Everything turned out perfectly, but the stuff in the oven had be checked often, as you see here:
Mason cut the tofurky like a champ, and then we all ate ourselves sick.
Then the ladies cleaned up while the men went to the living room to watch sports. That was funny because I feel like we are relatively progressive people, but some traditions are dyed-in-the-wool. (All the food was vegan, and the “sport” in question was cycling. But other than that, very American. Ha!)
As for today, Andy and I are going to the moms’ house for what is sure to be a lovely Thanksgiving. Vegetarian, of course! They always do a beautiful spread. Andy is going to try to replicate the yummy tofurky of last week. Happy Thanksgiving!
I don’t like annoying people. Well, they’re annoying, that’s the point right. Wrong. Do annoying people make you wonder if you make other people feel the same way as you feel when being annoyed by an annoying person? I wonder this.
Ok. The name of my post has nothing to do with the above paragraph but it’s playing right now on the ipod. Screw you. I’m jaded, it still counts.
1. Playing Spider Solitaire. I blame Andy. He introduced me to it while on our honeymoon. When we were just relaxing, he’d bust out the laptop and play this game. I, somehow, got hooked on it. It’s the most egregious waste of time on Earth. But. I. can’t. stop.
2. Becoming a big Shinzi Katoh fan. I love the whole zakka thing, and no one beats Shinzi Katoh. As someone else has said, his stuff is so cute it makes your teeth hurt. I can see how people could really get into collecting his designs. Uh-oh!
3. Watching Gordon Ramsay on the telly. I enjoy watching this swashbuckling chef. Andy and I watch him together. I like watching TV with my husband. We can discuss and laugh and debate. As far as Gordon is concerned, he’s fascinating to watch because he is no-nonsense, down-to-earth, knowledgeable and bloody hilarious. And we love that he curses like a sailor! F’ me!
4. Wanting to wear a beret. Jenny and I went to a Halloween party (I’ll have to post the photos from that) and there was a girl there in a cute Bonnie & Clyde-ish ensemble, complete with a machine gun and a jaunty beret. That’s when I decided I want to, or I wish I could, wear a beret in all seriousness. It can be such a cute look. So if you happen to see me wearing a beret, don’t laugh or anything, okay?
5. Saying the B-word. Chances are, if you are reading this blog, you know me. And if you know me, you know that I have a bunion. I’ve been complaining incessantly about it because it hurts. And I absolutely hate the word bunion more than any other word at the present moment. It sounds awful and unsightly and unsavory. Why can’t it just be called a bump-caused-by-a-bone-growing-too-much-for-some-reason?
6. Appreciating craigslist. I found a 5-foot cat tree for $50. It is safe to say that Carlos and Deezer love it. I’m so glad I was able to find one for them. It’s been a long time coming. Who says mama doesn’t love ya?!
I suppose I could go on, but it’s approaching 9:00pm, and everyone knows that’s when I get ready to go to bed. So that will have to be enough for now! Lucy and I will now venture outside, and she will do her business!
Ciao!