Da Big TK Day

Well, after a night of intense bowling, fighting nasty DPC rumors(which are false), and the forty-five minutes I spent at Andy's house, it was only natural that I slept until ten on Thanksgiving Day. The rain of the past day had changed into gentle flurries, but they couldn't produce the substantial amount of snow I needed to bring my Christmas spirit alive. Christmas Spirit? Yes. Thanksgiving is my metamorphosis stage, I eat, and then focus all my attention on the upcoming winter and December Holidays. Sort of like a bear readying itself for hibernation. So, I lumbered down the stairs and into the kitchen where I promptly gobbled down some Pillsbury Cinnamon Twists. ( using "gobble" because todays theme is TK). Then I walked into the family room and watched the always boring but some what enjoyable "New York Parade." After twenty minutes I found myself growing tiresome of the floats, especially the "Healthy Mr. Potato Head" and decided that I should try and conjugate up some Madden Magic that might actually help the Lions. Of course, with me playing, we beat the Packers soundly by twenty-one points. And I thought that that would be the real score?! I wanted to watch the game, so I took a quick shower, got nicely dressed, and ran down to the couch. To my despair, I watched the Lions rush for a million yards, only to kick four field goals and then watched Brett Farve break the Packers completion record, while being 38 years old, also making the Packers 10-1. By this time my cousins had come over and were running around the house. I decided that this would be the time for me and Grandpa to duel it out in Cribbage. He put money on it, so I countered and also put money on it (amounts disclosed) for the best 2 out of 3 games. I'm not going to explain the game, but for the intense hour and a half we played, I kept a winning attitude which meant I achieved at least one "skunk". I took the money gladly, cause it amounted to a total of three dollars, and then played various other games with the cousins, which continually made me dose-off. We normally always go to a movie on Thanksgiving, while the turkey cooks, but this year we broke the tradition and I was angry. Also this year my mom didn't cut up the grapes and sprinkle them with nuts and sugar, I found them in a bowl, still on the vine. No one really likes them, but its the entrées decoration that counts. Oh yes, two other things, we didn't have the nice cloth napkins at the dining table, we had cheap paper ones with a turkey on them. I guess the cloth ones didn't match the table cloth, but who cares? Lastly, the tables flower arrangement did not use the autumn colors I needed to usher out the fall-season, it had some pre-holiday red and green. Its the little things that add up. So, when my mom ask me to fetch the Asti wine, I saw the perfect chance to get rid of some my holiday blunders. Into the kitchen I went and found myself a glass. I filled up that glass and drank, then decided that since there was only half a bottle to begin with, that I mines well just finish it. Well, it didn't give me anything close to a buzz , so I returned to the dining room to inform her that the Asti was all gone. We, then preceded to eat "The Bird" (thats its nickname) and I quickly formed a mountain of food upon my plate. First, I ate a nice salad but then started with the layers of creamy whipped potatoes, corn, cranberries, deviled eggs, of course turkey, butter rolls, stuffing, turkey skin (its really good), sweet potatoes, and finally the gravy, which ran down the sides like little mountain brooks. I repeated this layering step two times and when dessert came, I had just enough room for pecan, pumpkin, and apple pie, oh and acorn cookies. After this, the parents, aunts, and grandparents all had their coffee, why I set up the movie, Ratatouille, for the cousins. It ended up that I came to be the only one watching it and I instantly fell asleep. Some one woke me up to play Boggle around seven. We ended up playing nine rounds of the game and the only funny things that I remember, is me saying, "God dammit Mom, M-E-A-R is not a word." or the occasional, "Hey, look it spells pot." Around 8:30 everybody was leaving and I found myself on the computer writing this post, waiting for tomorrows delectable leftovers.