Gobble gobble giggle

The turkey is stuffed and in the oven, the leftover stuffing is in a pan, the sweet potatoes are in a car on their way here, the cranberries were accidentally left in PA, and the other stuff (mashed potatoes and green bean casserole) can wait until later.  John and I have spent the morning in the kitchen with oldies on Pandora for food prep.  Now that we’re in clean-up mode, we’ve moved on to 80s pop.  It’s been fun.  Only sad part?  It’s not really cold enough for a fire.  Maybe at pie time.  (Well, that’s not the only sad part, but who wants to get serious now?  Miss you, family of mine!)

Happy Turkey Day!

Pie update

My sweet potato pie was a HUGE success today.  Everyone LOVED it.  Everyone being the seven people who got to try it, but still.  Big hit.  Yay pie!  Now it’s time to make the rest, if I can get Riley out of my lap long enough.  He’s being a little clingy.


Two pies down, another two to four to go.  I’ll do the others tomorrow.  I always forget how easy they are.  It’s a little time-consuming (boiling the sweet potatoes takes 40-45 minutes, then they have to cool, and then the pies take about an hour in the oven), but the mixing part is easy and goes fast.  The rest is just waiting.  Of course, when I’m as tired as I am, the waiting is scary (oh god, I can’t go to bed until I pull the pies out of the oven), which is why I’m only doing one round of pies tonight.  I wouldn’t even be doing it tonight except that I need one for work tomorrow.  I bet you guys wish you worked with me now!


We are free from our manipulative real estate agent!  Hooray for us!  She actually fired us.  🙂  It was kind of awesome.  She said she couldn’t sell it at this price, we said we weren’t willing to change it, and she suggested we sign a release from the agreement.  We win!  And now we’ll take a little time, maybe enjoy the holiday season, and do it on our own soon.

I was doing so well with keeping up here, and then last week started.  It was a horrible, crazily busy, totally exhausting week.  Work was nuts, our evenings were not our own, and we just got back from a whirlwind 36-hour trip to PA and back for Emily’s engagement party.  I can barely keep my eyes open.  We braved Wegmans to get the basic pre-Thanksgiving shopping done, mostly because I have pies to make.  Lots of pies.  This year I actually need to double my recipe.

I’m too tired to make any more sense, so I’m going to shut down the computer, heat up dinner (we scored leftovers from the party last night), and watch TV with John.  I might last another hour, max.  I will try really really hard to post regularly again.  I like it.

What I should have said to our real estate agent

The relationship between a real estate agent and her client is purely business (or should be).  Just because I disagree with you doesn’t mean I don’t like you, but please remember that I hired you.  We’re not friends.  I don’t have to like you, and you don’t have to like me.  It’s nice when we like each other, sure.  And we certainly started that way.  But I reserve the right to stop liking you when you don’t listen to what I’m saying, completely disregard my opinion, assume I’m greedy, and then try to manipulate me into doing what you want.  EVEN THOUGH WHAT YOU WANT IS NOT IN MY BEST INTEREST.  It’s in YOURS, certainly, but not in mine.

Emotional blackmail will get you nowhere.  This is no longer a relationship (business or personal) I want to be in.  Luckily, we only have to wait a few weeks before we are free of you.

See this movie

John and I went out to the movies tonight and saw About Time.  Go see it.  I loved it.  I laughed, I cried (like, really cried – no polite sniffles and quiet tears for me), and it took me a while after it was over to get it together.  Seriously.  John drove home.

Go see it.

Trying out insufferable

I feel virtuous.  I RAN to my polling place this morning and voted and then ran home.  I exercised my rights as a citizen of this country while exercising.  (John did, too.)  I am proudly wearing my “I voted” sticker, which has so far managed to stay stuck to my sweater, so EVERYONE knows how citizenly and more-civic-minded-than-thou I feel today.

And with that, I think my period of insufferableness (insufferability?) needs to end.  I’m tired, and I’d like to take a nap.


Still achy this morning, but it occurred to me that maybe my legs are achy not just because I didn’t pay attention to my pace yesterday but maybe also because I spent several hours standing around in heels while trying on bridesmaid dresses with Emily AFTER being stupid about my speed.  I thought running through the ache this morning would be good for me.  Maybe it was.  (It’s hard to say.)  But that wasn’t the only reason I ran this morning.  (It wasn’t even the main reason.)  Mostly, I ran because I felt obligated to.  I spend so much time complaining about how I don’t like to run in the dark that I just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to run at my usual time (just before 6am) and see the sun.  It was nice (if a little cold).  Also nice?  John told me that I looked super-skinny in my running clothes.  I think I’ll keep him.

Fall perfection

I was a little too ridiculously happy this morning.  Maybe it’s that extra hour of sleep, except no, that can’t be it.  John and I deliberately set an alarm for 7 today.  7 felt like 8, which is when we usually get up (or when we usually aim to get up – sometimes we miss), but wasn’t.  Because it was 7.  So we used the extra hour this morning to get up and run.  And that was fantastic.  It was a little chilly to start (mid-40s), but I ran a little over 5 miles, and by the time I got halfway, I had my jacket wrapped around my waist and was running in just a tank top.  (And pants.  I swear I was wearing pants.)  It felt great.  And the sky was blue and the sun was shining and all the trees are changing colors and I had a silly grin plastered on my face because it was all just so beautiful.  Of course, my legs are a little achy now, but that’s my own fault – I got carried away and ran a bit too fast, considering that I haven’t been running as regularly as I should.  I’m paying for that.  But still – happy!