So it's been awhile. It's sort of been awhile since the fall, really. I am not complaining, but grad school is a different animal for both the student and his wife! It's not for sissys, and your typically helpful, contributory husband literally cannot help because he is slammed with studying, group work, and excel assignments so complex they could likely crack the code for time travel. I do not exaggerate their complexity... One assignment took him 30 hours. All this is OK; we are here for school. (well the 30 hours on one assignment isn't really OK. It's ridiculous) It's just that I occasionally feel like a chicken without its head. I expressed this to my sister last week and she inquired "What in your life is actually out of order?" and when I went into more details she explained that sort of thing is normal for most people. So... I'm a perfectionist? News flash there. I am a teensy bit crazy? Probably, yes. So perhaps even though I am not a student, I am still learning things during our year* in Ithaca. Namely: old bathrooms and carpets can be cleaned daily and still look awful. Sinks with scratches will always be sinks with scratches. You cannot erase them. I should relax and adopt the mantra "Que sera, sera." Et cetera.
This chicken without its head feeling has actually risen to a new level in 2011 because.... I once again have a Full! Time! Job! Woooooooo. For those of you keeping track, I have not had full-time employment since I voluntarily left my DC job in May 2008 and we moved to Florida. If you know anything about finance or wall street or just read the paper at any point in the 2nd half of 2008 you know why I did not find a full-time gig afterwards. Anyhoo, I have a job now. Who'd have thunk we'd move to Ithaca for a year and I would find a job?! Not me. It's a good job with a base salary and commission. The commission bit is a first for me, but I am enjoying it because when you work a lot and work hard, you make more money. I am usually a fast worker, so I suppose I can work 'more' in a typical day, and I like to think I am a hard worker, too. In other words, I think this commission thing might be kind of fun. This job is a little different than most in that I:
a) Work 44 hours in a week
b) Work 10 hours Monday - Thursday, and 4 Friday morning
c) Feel like I am barely home M-Th
d) Really enjoy Friday afternoons
It's taking some getting used to. For example, I get home from work at 5:45 and work out. This means we never eat dinner before 7. We might take our first bite at 6:55, but dinner is a 7:00 event. Again, this has not happened since we were in DC in 2008, when we both worked and got home around 6 and then went to the gym and then had dinner.
But Jules, you might say, why don't you work out in the morning? Well, because I start work at 7:30. I am a morning person and always have been, but for me to make it to work at 7:30 and get in a workout I would probably have to wake up at 5 AM in order to not only shower, but dry my hair. I would also have to go to bed obscenely early.
I enjoy this schedule because I have Friday afternoon completely free and it almost feels like a 3 days weekend. But there are many things I feel I cannot do in the evenings. Clean the house. Laundry (because it's far away... if it were in my house I'd be fine) Grocery store. Read more than 15 pages of a book. Return email. Talk to loved ones on the phone. BLOG. The list continues. So at this juncture, and probably until we move in June, I will figure out how to juggle my slightly odd schedule while also keeping the apartment quasi-functional for my smarty pants husband to finish grad school. My prediction: I will figure it all out and then we'll move and I'll have to readjust all over again. But that's ok. You know I enjoy a challenge.
*We had a year in May 2010. We have less than 100 days left, which is crazy! So much to get rid of! (a story for another time)
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Winter in Ithaca
After spending a GLORIOUS three week stint in Orlando, we are back to the realities of the northeast. Michael's externship was fun, I worked from our spare bedroom, and we went to both Disney and Universal. It was great, and made us realize, again, that we really do enjoy our old stomping grounds.
Ithaca welcomed us with single digit temperatures when we arrived three Sundays ago, and we've been decked out in hats and gloves ever since. Last week we were part of the treacherous snow storm that hit 30-some states. It was ridiculous. My 3 mile, 9 minute drive to work turned into a 25 minute nightmare on Tuesday, and I worked from Wednesday. It was sort of like a snow day, but I could not watch all the trashy daytime TV.... I had to work!
This weekend has presented two highlights to wintry weekends in Ithaca. You see, I have some fantastic co-workers. On Thursday, one of them invited me to go sledding with him at the Cornell Plantations (read: big snowy hills) I accepted immediately and there were 4 of us ranging in age from 27-52 (and a large dog) sledding down the hills. It was great fun, as you'd imagine. This weekend I was wearing ski pants and coat, mittens, etc. so I stayed warm and dry despite the 'wintry mix' falling from the sky. Wintry mix, you see, is a fancy way of saying wet rainy snow. It is NOT ideal for sledding, but the excursion was a blast. I texted my sister to tell her what I was doing. Her response: Haha, watch your chin. You see, the last time I went sledding was probably sometime in the mid-90s, which was also about the time Al bashed her chin open on the ice when she fell off a sled. I am pleased to report no injuries from the afternoon.
On Friday morning, another co-worker gave me her season tickets for last night's Cornell University men's hockey game. I didn't know much about Lynah Rink and the Lynah faithful, but am proud to say I am now among them! Cornell Hockey is a historically strong team and tickets are very hard to come by, with each game selling out well before face-off. We saw a come from behind overtime victory last night. It was great! Our seats were behind the goal where Cornell scored the game-winner which was pretty exciting. My favorite part of the night was when Michael leaned over and said "We're going to have to start going to NHL games. This is fun!"
We're toping off the local winter fun with the big game tonight. One of the few good things about February: The Super Bowl! And this year, Glee to follow. I must now go make chili.
And because no matter where I live, you cannot take the Cleveland (and Pittsburg hatred) out of the girl....... GO PACKERS!
Ithaca welcomed us with single digit temperatures when we arrived three Sundays ago, and we've been decked out in hats and gloves ever since. Last week we were part of the treacherous snow storm that hit 30-some states. It was ridiculous. My 3 mile, 9 minute drive to work turned into a 25 minute nightmare on Tuesday, and I worked from Wednesday. It was sort of like a snow day, but I could not watch all the trashy daytime TV.... I had to work!
This weekend has presented two highlights to wintry weekends in Ithaca. You see, I have some fantastic co-workers. On Thursday, one of them invited me to go sledding with him at the Cornell Plantations (read: big snowy hills) I accepted immediately and there were 4 of us ranging in age from 27-52 (and a large dog) sledding down the hills. It was great fun, as you'd imagine. This weekend I was wearing ski pants and coat, mittens, etc. so I stayed warm and dry despite the 'wintry mix' falling from the sky. Wintry mix, you see, is a fancy way of saying wet rainy snow. It is NOT ideal for sledding, but the excursion was a blast. I texted my sister to tell her what I was doing. Her response: Haha, watch your chin. You see, the last time I went sledding was probably sometime in the mid-90s, which was also about the time Al bashed her chin open on the ice when she fell off a sled. I am pleased to report no injuries from the afternoon.
On Friday morning, another co-worker gave me her season tickets for last night's Cornell University men's hockey game. I didn't know much about Lynah Rink and the Lynah faithful, but am proud to say I am now among them! Cornell Hockey is a historically strong team and tickets are very hard to come by, with each game selling out well before face-off. We saw a come from behind overtime victory last night. It was great! Our seats were behind the goal where Cornell scored the game-winner which was pretty exciting. My favorite part of the night was when Michael leaned over and said "We're going to have to start going to NHL games. This is fun!"
We're toping off the local winter fun with the big game tonight. One of the few good things about February: The Super Bowl! And this year, Glee to follow. I must now go make chili.
And because no matter where I live, you cannot take the Cleveland (and Pittsburg hatred) out of the girl....... GO PACKERS!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Luckiest Cat in the World
Answer: A Kitty
Question: What did Alison wish for on every birthday cake, on every star, and ask Santa for each and every Christmas?
Mostly because Dad was anti-pet, Al's wish was never granted. However, in June 1994 we heard a kitten meowing in the garage and our lives were never the same. Coincidentally, it was the night before Dad was set to leave on a week-long business trip. The girls were excited to have a kitty in the garage, but Dad made sure it exited the garage before bedtime. We woke up the next morning and the baby cat was on the front porch... she had not left! Dad insisted, upon leaving for his trip that morning, "Don't feed that cat." Mom waited for him to turn out of the driveway and opened up a can of tuna, which she then put into an old plastic Teddy Ruxpin bowl. Needless to say, the kitty was a happy girl.
Fast forward one week. Girls have purchased kitten chow and set up a regular feeding schedule for the kitty. Dad has gotten back from the business trip and asked "Did you feed the cat?" We beamed angelic smiles and admitted that we had. In fact, Mom had named her: Meench. Dad reluctantly admitted that if we were going to care for this animal, it should be healthy, and told us to take her to the vet. We had a fantastic summer playing with Meench but the weather grew cold in the fall so Dad suggested perhaps the cat live in the garage so it would stay warm. Cue trip to Petsmart to buy a litterbox, new water bowls, and a cat bed. The week of Christmas, Ohio experienced a colder than normal spell and it was freezing, even in the garage. On Christmas Eve Dad gave us perhaps the best gift of all: He said "The cat should probably live in the basement so it's not too cold" And so December 24, 1994 Meench became a housecat. In early 1995 she migrated upstairs and has ruled the roost. She also, in her first few months with us, gained a nickname: Wooie. I do not know where it came from, or if it was me or Al who made it up, but I don't think I called her Meench one time after I turned 12.
Over the years, Wooie developed an affinity for many food items, both typical and bizarre. She was a piggy for all human food and inhaled her cat food almost instantly. She never truly developed cat-like behaviors indoors. Despite not being declawed, she never scratched a piece of furniture, or destroyed a drape. She never once jumped on the kitchen counter, but did enjoy watching an occasional film.... seriously. W watched baby otters on PBS and here she's watching the Weezer Muppet video. Outside, the little lady was the best hunter around. Mice, moles, rabbits, even snakes. I secretly think the reason Dad decided she was a keeper back in 1994 was because she brought us a dead snake. According to Dad, she had a busy schedule: eat, sleep, and find sun.
We love you and will miss you. Rest in peace, sweet kitty.
Question: What did Alison wish for on every birthday cake, on every star, and ask Santa for each and every Christmas?
Mostly because Dad was anti-pet, Al's wish was never granted. However, in June 1994 we heard a kitten meowing in the garage and our lives were never the same. Coincidentally, it was the night before Dad was set to leave on a week-long business trip. The girls were excited to have a kitty in the garage, but Dad made sure it exited the garage before bedtime. We woke up the next morning and the baby cat was on the front porch... she had not left! Dad insisted, upon leaving for his trip that morning, "Don't feed that cat." Mom waited for him to turn out of the driveway and opened up a can of tuna, which she then put into an old plastic Teddy Ruxpin bowl. Needless to say, the kitty was a happy girl.
Fast forward one week. Girls have purchased kitten chow and set up a regular feeding schedule for the kitty. Dad has gotten back from the business trip and asked "Did you feed the cat?" We beamed angelic smiles and admitted that we had. In fact, Mom had named her: Meench. Dad reluctantly admitted that if we were going to care for this animal, it should be healthy, and told us to take her to the vet. We had a fantastic summer playing with Meench but the weather grew cold in the fall so Dad suggested perhaps the cat live in the garage so it would stay warm. Cue trip to Petsmart to buy a litterbox, new water bowls, and a cat bed. The week of Christmas, Ohio experienced a colder than normal spell and it was freezing, even in the garage. On Christmas Eve Dad gave us perhaps the best gift of all: He said "The cat should probably live in the basement so it's not too cold" And so December 24, 1994 Meench became a housecat. In early 1995 she migrated upstairs and has ruled the roost. She also, in her first few months with us, gained a nickname: Wooie. I do not know where it came from, or if it was me or Al who made it up, but I don't think I called her Meench one time after I turned 12.
Over the years, Wooie developed an affinity for many food items, both typical and bizarre. She was a piggy for all human food and inhaled her cat food almost instantly. She never truly developed cat-like behaviors indoors. Despite not being declawed, she never scratched a piece of furniture, or destroyed a drape. She never once jumped on the kitchen counter, but did enjoy watching an occasional film.... seriously. W watched baby otters on PBS and here she's watching the Weezer Muppet video. Outside, the little lady was the best hunter around. Mice, moles, rabbits, even snakes. I secretly think the reason Dad decided she was a keeper back in 1994 was because she brought us a dead snake. According to Dad, she had a busy schedule: eat, sleep, and find sun.
Woo had several brushes with death when we were younger.... notably, when I was at field hockey camp at Ohio State as a high school freshman, she was bitten by a rodent she was hunting, her throat swelled up, and she could hardly eat. She definitely used up her nine lives and was onto her second set while still a young cat.
Wooie had a fantastic sixteen years with us... she certainly picked the right garage all those years ago. In May 2010 she was diagnosed with brain swelling and a suspected tumor. She was treated with prednisone but it was not a cure; it simply relieved her symptoms. It kept her surprisingly spry and relatively normal for awhile. She had a nice Christmas, or rather, we had a nice Christmas with her around, and like clockwork two days later, she was not well. I held her and said goodbye before we left Ohio last week, and this afternoon Mom and Dad had her put to sleep. For her sake, I hope the road to kitty heaven is covered in milk, tuna, and IGA frosting, the pearly gates suitable for face-rubbing, and the couches sprinkled with both newspapers and plastic bags.
We love you and will miss you. Rest in peace, sweet kitty.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
It's NOT Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas
Last year the holiday time included decorating a house for Christmas, and a front porch, too! I was psyched for a trip to DC to see the Nutcracker with Pannie, and the festive-ness abounded. Minus the snow of course.
In 2010 things have taken a slightly different turn. Graduate housing does not have the same charm as your first house. We are only here until December 11, and did not move any of our Christmas decorations when we came here in May. So, for the first time in my life, I did not spend Thanksgiving weekend putting up a Christmas tree. It's a little depressing, but from a practical standpoint, I get it. I did, however, obtain the Fresh Balsam candle from Bath & Body Works. It smells JUST like a fresh Christmas tree, which I have always thought was impossible based on the other holiday candles to which I have been subjected. If you are brave enough to go to a mall in the next three weeks, buy one. They're amazing. Anyway, with this decorating scheme (or lack thereof) we look like it's a normal day of the year, buy boy do we smell good. Ironically, the snow began to fall on Wednesday and we've seen a variation of it every few hours since. So we have no Christmas tree or lights or even a wreath, but we do have snow.
At least the ballet tradition continues. When your husband, and consequently you, is on a graduate school schedule, there is this wonderful creation called WINTER BREAK. And golly does he need it (so do I, truthfully). Winter break is a notable for the several consecutive weeks of no academic obligations. How are we celebrating? By going to DC of course, where I will see the ballet with Pannie again. We also hope to squeeze in a visit to the White House tree, Zorba's and potentially Guapo's. (What else is there in life? Friends, food, and holiday celebrating) It's a six hour drive, so we'll load up the car for DC and Ohio visiting (and, God-willing, a Florida trip, which will be made via airplane) and hit the road next weekend.
While the tradition of the ballet is a welcome one that we treasure, I am also excited about something, or rather, someone, new! Our wonderful college friends (and my former roommate) had a baby in July and we have not met her. So this holiday season will also bring the beginning of a beautiful friendship with this cutie pie. We even got her a small gift to celebrate her first Christmas.
Meanwhile, we'll be tying up loose ends here for the next six days. Michael will finish 4 papers and study for his finals. This afternoon I will see a holiday concert on campus with the Crookers, later this week we'll attend a MMH class party, see the Vienna Choir Boys at the local theater, and pack a bunch of bulky sweaters in a suitcase. Life is hectic...... must be the holidays!
In 2010 things have taken a slightly different turn. Graduate housing does not have the same charm as your first house. We are only here until December 11, and did not move any of our Christmas decorations when we came here in May. So, for the first time in my life, I did not spend Thanksgiving weekend putting up a Christmas tree. It's a little depressing, but from a practical standpoint, I get it. I did, however, obtain the Fresh Balsam candle from Bath & Body Works. It smells JUST like a fresh Christmas tree, which I have always thought was impossible based on the other holiday candles to which I have been subjected. If you are brave enough to go to a mall in the next three weeks, buy one. They're amazing. Anyway, with this decorating scheme (or lack thereof) we look like it's a normal day of the year, buy boy do we smell good. Ironically, the snow began to fall on Wednesday and we've seen a variation of it every few hours since. So we have no Christmas tree or lights or even a wreath, but we do have snow.
At least the ballet tradition continues. When your husband, and consequently you, is on a graduate school schedule, there is this wonderful creation called WINTER BREAK. And golly does he need it (so do I, truthfully). Winter break is a notable for the several consecutive weeks of no academic obligations. How are we celebrating? By going to DC of course, where I will see the ballet with Pannie again. We also hope to squeeze in a visit to the White House tree, Zorba's and potentially Guapo's. (What else is there in life? Friends, food, and holiday celebrating) It's a six hour drive, so we'll load up the car for DC and Ohio visiting (and, God-willing, a Florida trip, which will be made via airplane) and hit the road next weekend.
While the tradition of the ballet is a welcome one that we treasure, I am also excited about something, or rather, someone, new! Our wonderful college friends (and my former roommate) had a baby in July and we have not met her. So this holiday season will also bring the beginning of a beautiful friendship with this cutie pie. We even got her a small gift to celebrate her first Christmas.
Meanwhile, we'll be tying up loose ends here for the next six days. Michael will finish 4 papers and study for his finals. This afternoon I will see a holiday concert on campus with the Crookers, later this week we'll attend a MMH class party, see the Vienna Choir Boys at the local theater, and pack a bunch of bulky sweaters in a suitcase. Life is hectic...... must be the holidays!
Friday, November 26, 2010
Giving Thanks
Since 'moving out' of my parents home in 2005, I have not been home (or in Ohio) for Thanksgiving. I have spent a few in DC with Michael's whole family, hosted by Aunt Nina. I have spent two in South Carolina with one set of Michael's grandparents. And this year, since we are in Ithaca, we were able to spend time with the other set of grandparents in New Jersey. I have enjoyed all of these holidays full of food and family.
This year was extra special because Michael's grandparents, knowing Al is close by in the city, invited her, too. So I had Michael's family and my sister around the table this year. It was yet another lovely celebration of family, food, and laughter around the dinner table. We were there for almost 4 hours, but it sure didn't feel like it. I am lucky to have family near by, no matter where we move.
This year was extra special because Michael's grandparents, knowing Al is close by in the city, invited her, too. So I had Michael's family and my sister around the table this year. It was yet another lovely celebration of family, food, and laughter around the dinner table. We were there for almost 4 hours, but it sure didn't feel like it. I am lucky to have family near by, no matter where we move.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven
This is one of my favorite poems from my childhood. Mom's too! Enjoy
The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven
The turkey shot out of the oven
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with a deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
and burst with a deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn't a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn't a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.
--Jack Prelutsky
Monday, November 22, 2010
Thanksgiving Yummies
For me, Thanksgiving is a time for transition. From fall to winter, from the regular year into the holiday season. And, of course, a ginormous cliff dive into holiday food. Thanksgiving is all about the people you spend it with (more on that later this week) but it's also all about the FOOD! Specifically, pie, if you ask me. I love pie. L-O-V-E it. It's a sickness. I try to avoid it all year because I am the type to cut a slab, top with ice cream or cool whip and go back and keep eating tiny pieces.
I am by no means a chef. I can barely cook. Ironically, I bake, but never pies. This year we're spending Thanksgiving in New Jersey with the young generation of M's family and his wonderful grandparents, and for the first time, I am not contributing to the bounty. I'm OK with it, and his grandma is quite the cook. But in lieu of making the foods, or eating the 'family' foods I have had in the past, I am going to share them with y'all. Virtual Thanksgiving, if you will.
TURKEY
M and I actually cooked a whole turkey last year after t-giving. We had a wonderful dinner with family in Florida halfway between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was very fun. You know what we did? Rinsed the bird and stuck it into an oven bag. Seriously. And it was delicious. Reynolds is your friend when cooking a turkey
CORN
Some folks do not have corn at their holiday table. I suspect the reason we had corn is that it was one of two vegetables (the other being potatoes) that I would eat as a child. In order the guarantee that I did not starve, my mother always provided the following corn dish. It's by no means gourmet, but it's darn tasty..... sort of like if cornbread and corn pudding got together- In a good way. And it's easy!
Corn Pudding
Serves 12
temp: 350, time: 45 min.
9 x 13 greased pan
1 can cream style corn
1 can whole kernel corn, drained
8 oz. sour cream
Combine all but cheese. Bake uncovered 35 minutes. Top with cheese. Bake 10 minutes longer.
So now that you have turkey and corn, you probably can supplement with your family's stuffing and green vegetable and yams (candied or otherwise). I personally enjoy a little fresh cranberry relish on my turkey, but I don't know how to make that either. So that only means one thing- time for dessert!
Four years ago Michael and I went apple picking in Virginia, and realized we had no pie recipes. Later that day we spotted a Woman's Day at the grocery checkout featuring a beautiful pie on the cover. It's become our favorite- never disappoints. And!!! It's store-bought crust. Don't tell my sister
Apple Pie
Crust:1 prepared refrigerated piecrust (from 15 oz package)
Crumb:
¾ c packed light brown sugar
1 ½ cups all-purpose flour
¾ teaspoon ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon salt
pinch ground cloves
¾ cup (1 ½ sticks) unsalted butter, cut into pieces and chilled
Filling:
6 Golden Delicious apples, (about 2 ¾ lb) peeled, cored and cut into ½ inch dice
¾ c packed light brown sugar
¼ cup all purpose flour
½ t ground cinnamon
pinch ground cloves
Directions
Arrange rack in lowest slot of oven. Heat to 375°. Fit piecrust into 9-inch pie plate and decoratively crimp edge. Refrigerate until ready to use
Crumb: Combine flour, brown sugar, cinnamon, salt and cloves in bowl. Rub in butter with fingertips until crumbly.
Filling: In large bowl, toss together apples, brown sugar, flour, cinnamon and clove
Spoon filling into pie shell, mounding slightly in center. Top filling with crumb topping. Place onto small foil lined baking sheet
Bake at 375° for 30 minutes. Reduce temperature to 350°; bake 30 minutes more, until fruit is tender. Loosely tent pie with aluminum foil during last 20 minutes. Let cool for at least 1 ½ hours. (Can be made a day ahead. Cover pie and store at room temperature)
Speaking of Al, she makes the best pumpkin pie known to man. I do not exaggerate. I attempted it last week for an office Thanksgiving celebration. It is not for sissies, especially if you make your own damn crust. I don't do that. I was going to post it, but then I realized I don't even have her crust recipe. So that will come at another time. But, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, and lazy people who don't make pie, I leave you with Pumpkin Bread. It's a simple quick bread, and quite versatile. Works for breakfast, a snack, dessert, mindless munching. It's delicious whenever you eat it.
Pumpkin Bread
1 (15 ounce) can pumpkin puree
4 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
2/3 cup water
3 cups white sugar
3 ½ cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 ½ teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
½ teaspoon ground cloves
¼ teaspoon ground ginger
Directions
Preheat oven to 350°. Grease and flour three 7x3 inch loaf pans.
In a large bowl, mix together pumpkin puree, eggs, oil, water and sugar until well blended. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and ginger. Stir the dry ingredients into the pumpkin mixture until just blended. Pour into the prepared pans.
Bake for about 50 minutes. Loaves are done when toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.
Happy eating, everyone. And remember.....
What we're really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving?
-Erma Bombeck
-Erma Bombeck
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