First Thanksgiving

We celebrated Thanksgiving with our extended family today, and I was super excited to capture this moment shortly after dinner:

See, Bubbles has decided that he doesn’t like board games. Or cards. Seymour and I love both, so getting him to join us in a game is often very difficult. And relations between Bubbles and his brothers are often strained, largely as a result of proximity (I think), so I was so excited to see Bubbles not only playing a board game with Cricket, but also seeming to enjoy it.

Of all my many blessings, I am most thankful for my wonderful family. How about you – what are you thankful for?

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Game day fun!

If there’s a better way to spend a Saturday than cheering on your favorite team with your family, then I don’t know it…

…and I’m not sure I want to.

What did your Saturday bring you?

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Finally Friday

It’s Friday! Wooooo!

Between the final Panthers football game and Thanksgiving with our extended family, it’s gonna be a crazy weekend, but a fun one. What do you have planned?

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Throwback Thursday: ’90s Inspiration Edition

Today’s Throwback Thursday post is going waaaay back. Like, back to the ’90s.

My very first autograph.

Tonight I had the pleasure of attending Final Thursday. It’s a reading series hosted at the Hearst Center for the Arts; there’s an open mic period followed by a featured reader, and it’s a whole lot of fun. I attended a couple of times in college (either because it was mandatory or there was extra credit), and I even managed to read something once (so I wouldn’t have to do a write-up on the event later). For someone who hates public speaking as much as I do, that was a big deal, particularly when it came to the essay I’d decided to read.

Anyway. Even if you’re not reading, Final Thursday is a ton of fun because…

Well, it’s Wednesday…

…but I’ve got nothing. It was a long and uneventful day.

I’ve been watching a lot of TED talks recently, and I ran across this one about the lessons Jia Jang learned from a hundred days of rejection. I thought it was really cool, and maybe even worth trying myself. At any rate, it gave me a nice little boost of confidence to start submitting things again.

Well, that and a friend who badgered me (good-naturedly, of course) into entering some poems in the James Hearst Poetry Prize, which closed the 15th. I can’t wait to hear back regarding my submission, regardless of what, exactly, it is that I hear back. I mean, obviously I’d like to win, but I’d really just like an end to the suspense.

So there’s that.

What are you all up to lately? Any wrimos out there winning Nano? Tell me your stories below!

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Stuck on Saturday

One of the worst parts of having migraines is how much they take from you. It’s not just during a migraine that I have problems, see. The aftermath of a migraine is almost as bad; I don’t know of an adequate way to describe the fatigue that comes after the pain. I feel completely drained.

That’s where I’m at today.

I have no energy, no motivation to do anything other than stay in bed and sleep. But I had to get up and take my kids to have breakfast with Santa this morning, so I put on my big girl panties and crawled out of bed. And breakfast seemed to help a little; we had pancakes and sausage and eggs and juice, and it’s been a long time since pancakes have tasted as good as they did this morning. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t responsible for cooking and clean-up. 😀

When we got home, there was much adulting to do. I really don’t like adulting, but I’m sure no one else does, either. I sucked it up and managed to give myself the two shots of migraine medicine, which I was rather proud of myself for. But then I got a little dizzy, and a lot warm, and I decided the best thing to do was just lie down for a bit. I had told Seymour I would maybe need his help, but he wasn’t feeling well, either, and I didn’t want to be a pest, so I did it myself. He thought I’d been in the bathroom, so he hollered from the living room and asked if I was ever coming out so we could play cards with the kids.

When I finally emerged, I told him what was up.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” he asked.

I know he’d have willingly gotten up to help me, but what can I say? Sometimes I’m stubborn.

At any rate, after all that excitement, I found myself somewhat stuck on what to post today. I was going to post another meme, but maybe that can wait for tomorrow.

How was your Saturday?

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