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The pumpkin pies are in the oven and the ham goes in when they are done. Then I make stuffing and a few other assorted goodies for my half of the meal. The feast of gluttony begins at my brother's house at 1 this afternoon, and I've had a small cinnamon roll and some fruit to hold me 'til then.

I've made it down to 245, and my goal is to at least maintain that through the holidays. Obviously, I'd like to keep losing, but if I can at least maintain through New Year's, I will consider that a success.

Gym is closed until Monday *cries* so I am missing my treadmill action. May have to go borrow Tisha's treadmill during the weekend so I can get my workout in, or, if the weather holds, just walk around town.

Sunday will see me meeting friends at the Philbrook at 1:00 for their Festival of Trees and then heading to Orphan's Thanksgiving with Smog at another friend's house. Goodness, I'm a lucky girl!!

Thankful, thankful, thankful, that's me!!

Now I'm going to get off of here for a bit and enjoy the Macy's parade. The holiday's just don't start for me until the Rockettes do their thing. I love those high kicks!! I wanted to be a Rockette when I was a little girl...

What really starts the holidays for you?

Happy Holidays!

WOO HOO!!!!

It is officially the holiday season for me!

Legs for freaking miles....god, I love the Rockettes I don't care if that makes me uncool.

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My parade RickRolled me.

I feel so dirty. Gleefully dirty.

*giggles madly*

Edit: Having to explain to my mother what RickRolling is is surreal.

Thinky thoughts on Thanksgiving

Ham is in the oven, glazed with brown sugar and studded with cloves, pineapple rings, and maraschino cherries.

YUM!!!

I'm feeling all domestic goddess today, and yet somehow still sad. It's like a torch is being passed in our household. Mom has always cooked, and even though she was able to come home early, she has chosen to sit back and let Tisha and I carry on as planned. It is good, but bittersweet at the same time. It also means she gets to hear my imaginative curses as I tackle the kitchen difficulties, such as why my oven mitts are never in the place I just laid them down at and me slicing my hand on the aluminum foil box. I keep hearing her chuckle at me from the living room while I putter in the kitchen.

I never know how much longer I will have her with me, how many more holidays we will share. I'm looking at the very real possibility of moving away from Cushing soon, and who knows how often we will have the chance to be together on Thanksgiving.

I will take this torch from your hands, Mother. Hands that held me when I was a baby, hands that I've watched my entire life to learn how to accomplish a multitude of tasks. I will take your recipes and your tips and I will hold them in my heart and I will someday pass them on to your grandchildren. I will do this out of love for you, out of love for tradition.

But you get to cook Christmas dinner.

Results of the life experiences test

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Good Thanksgiving

Full and happy. Had a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration with the family. Ate well, but didn't eat enough to make myself ill, so YAY! Great conversation, much laughter, playing with my niece, and just lots of joy.

And now, turkey coma.

Life is bliss.

Oh, what do we think of the new user pic? It's a candid snap someone from 5 Rings got of me at Heartland Faire, and I liked it.