I have successfully made a Thanksgiving dinner for 21 people this past Thursday. I use the word dinner loosely because well, it wasn't like the feast your Grandmother's put on the table every year. I thought I could skim the surface and have no one notice but sure enough, as the dishes were being passed I heard someone say, "Wait? Is there stuffing?"
Daaaang!
Every two weeks, the young staff gets together and has their training time~ and the staff women make and bring lunch and dinner so that the family that hosts isn't responsible for feeding 20 plus staff which most times includes men who feast mainly on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and so are malnourished and feel that they should stock up on good healthy food during the training time. When else are they going to get home cooking when they're far from their families and are single?
Which by the way, I remember there always being a large plethora of single amazing godly women out there? (And I still know of some) But seriously, midwestern girls, get your behinds out to California! There are some good lookin' men who love Jesus and want a wife.
Email me.
Anyway, I made dinner for said men and their female staff teammates and asked Mikey if he would help me tackle "thanksgiving" style since it was the thursday before.
He said yes.
So we made turkey, mashed potatoes (homemade, please I can't eat boxed. It's against everything my Grandma Eunice stands for!) corn bread (uh, those were boxed cause I'm snobby but also lazy) apple cranberry sauce (homemade), salad (bagged, oops) and pumpkin dessert which is the best dessert I have ever made and will be making it two more times this next week! It's ah-mazing!
Anyway, needless to say, I am really enjoying cooking. I can't stand the dishes but I can get through them alright if I just take a deep breath and remember how loving it is to serve those I am with.
Does anyone love doing the dishes? Seriously? Anyone out there?
I think my Dad might.
Edwardo? Dishes? Yes?
Anyway, what does this have to do with life? Nothing too revealing! I am just updating you on how fantastically normal my life is at this moment.
Also, question... are you writing down all the ones to respond to when you comment? Here's a review:
single and ready to mingle?
love to do dishes?
and the third and final.....
is it bad if I am addicted to this game and I love playing with husband and so I beg and beg and beg him to play only to totally dominate and beat him to a pulp. I mean, I'm not trying. It's just that I know he plays because he loves me but the whole time he keeps saying, "Why bother? Why should I try?"
And I just keep giggling...
is this bad?
Okay so that's my life at this moment....
P.S. in other news, the one day Pioneer Woman comes to LA is the ONE DAY this whole week I have plans I can't break. She is going to NY for two signings but LA only once? Who came up with her schedule? I would like to make a complaint!


