My arms feel like they're about to fall off. I spent the whole of today fixing, eating, and cleaning up from today's Thanksgiving Day festivities and there is simply no way I'm ever going to manage as thorough an entry as I wanted to do tonight, particularly since I've been afforded slightly more time today to devote to one of these. I think it's a sympathy "I know what you did and am thankful for it so you just go ahead and rest" type thing from the parental unit, though I think she's also expecting me to help her take a shower in about half an hour.
We attempted to eat our Thanksgiving dinner with some wine I'd purchased earlier in the week but just couldn't -- well, I mean, I was able to sip from it, but it burned and clashed with what we were eating, so I reverted back to water so I could more thoroughly enjoy what I was eating and not feel like I'd have to limit myself with what I was drinking. I can't remember what else I was going to say I attempted to do today but just couldn't (and no, before you suggest it it ISN'T "writing a cohesive LJ entry"), which really sucks because I thought I had a really interesting thing going on -- oh! I know what I was going to suggest! I remembered that this morning I was going to fix my mom and I some of the tamales that were left from when I purchased them yesterday, but Mom decided instead to eat a single one she couldn't eat at the time, while I had some toast and a Nutella-like spread. I'm glad we did that because there would've been no way for us to appreciate our dinner without us being as hungry as we were when we ate.
I'm currently overhearing a Martha Stewart holiday special on FLN just because I like looking down upon her and because I have no idea what else is on TV right now. She's such an elitist snobby bitch and it's no wonder that her daughter Alexis has turned out so fucked up -- if I'd had the misfortune of having her for a mom I don't know if I'd have become that well adjusted. And if you think this has anything to do with her ill-informed flaming of Sarah Palin then you're partly right -- Palin is for the people, whereas Stewart is for all the hoi polloi disconnected from reality. Meow.
Oh good, Calendar Girls is on BBC America. Now that movie shows what real proper grace looks like in the visage of its stars, who carry it off in spades. Helen Mirren, Julie Walters, Annette Crosbie, Celia Imrie -- proper British ladies who carry off a certain aura that I would tend to associate with all British women "of a certain age" that shows they have class both inside and out. [..] And if you think that ("[..]") means that I took some time between this link and that, then you're right, because now it's after 9:00 PM and Calendar Girls is over and I'm trying to keep alert and awake even though I feel really bombed out and my limbs ache from having spent so much time cooking and cleaning earlier in the day. And now I'm having to help Mom shower and clean up and that just wipes me out even more, the thought of having to do all that at this time when I've already had such a long day. Ok, enough whining and back to my point -- my point is that even the British do proper better, and one figures that a British Martha Stewart wouldn't think themselves in quite the elevated level of egotism that our own original does.
I'm just rambling right now, I'm sorry. I spent about four hours making the turkey, cornbread dressing, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, and yams with pecans for today's Thanksgiving feast, I also stuck in some biscuits from a bag, made gravy from powder using some of the leftover giblet juice from stewing them in a crock pot (for the cornbread dressing), I made pumpkin pie last night, and Mom and I spent a long time cleaning up from it all. The kitchen looks lovely again, but it took a good couple of hours to get it that way and to put all the leftovers away.
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I think I'll end this entry now.
We attempted to eat our Thanksgiving dinner with some wine I'd purchased earlier in the week but just couldn't -- well, I mean, I was able to sip from it, but it burned and clashed with what we were eating, so I reverted back to water so I could more thoroughly enjoy what I was eating and not feel like I'd have to limit myself with what I was drinking. I can't remember what else I was going to say I attempted to do today but just couldn't (and no, before you suggest it it ISN'T "writing a cohesive LJ entry"), which really sucks because I thought I had a really interesting thing going on -- oh! I know what I was going to suggest! I remembered that this morning I was going to fix my mom and I some of the tamales that were left from when I purchased them yesterday, but Mom decided instead to eat a single one she couldn't eat at the time, while I had some toast and a Nutella-like spread. I'm glad we did that because there would've been no way for us to appreciate our dinner without us being as hungry as we were when we ate.
I'm currently overhearing a Martha Stewart holiday special on FLN just because I like looking down upon her and because I have no idea what else is on TV right now. She's such an elitist snobby bitch and it's no wonder that her daughter Alexis has turned out so fucked up -- if I'd had the misfortune of having her for a mom I don't know if I'd have become that well adjusted. And if you think this has anything to do with her ill-informed flaming of Sarah Palin then you're partly right -- Palin is for the people, whereas Stewart is for all the hoi polloi disconnected from reality. Meow.
Oh good, Calendar Girls is on BBC America. Now that movie shows what real proper grace looks like in the visage of its stars, who carry it off in spades. Helen Mirren, Julie Walters, Annette Crosbie, Celia Imrie -- proper British ladies who carry off a certain aura that I would tend to associate with all British women "of a certain age" that shows they have class both inside and out. [..] And if you think that ("[..]") means that I took some time between this link and that, then you're right, because now it's after 9:00 PM and Calendar Girls is over and I'm trying to keep alert and awake even though I feel really bombed out and my limbs ache from having spent so much time cooking and cleaning earlier in the day. And now I'm having to help Mom shower and clean up and that just wipes me out even more, the thought of having to do all that at this time when I've already had such a long day. Ok, enough whining and back to my point -- my point is that even the British do proper better, and one figures that a British Martha Stewart wouldn't think themselves in quite the elevated level of egotism that our own original does.
I'm just rambling right now, I'm sorry. I spent about four hours making the turkey, cornbread dressing, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, and yams with pecans for today's Thanksgiving feast, I also stuck in some biscuits from a bag, made gravy from powder using some of the leftover giblet juice from stewing them in a crock pot (for the cornbread dressing), I made pumpkin pie last night, and Mom and I spent a long time cleaning up from it all. The kitchen looks lovely again, but it took a good couple of hours to get it that way and to put all the leftovers away.
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I think I'll end this entry now.
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