Gobble

Thanksgiving is upon us. The holiday made specifically for and designed by Americans because it's an excuse for us to eat like the gluttoness masses we really are. Food is what makes or breaks this holiday.

My personal favorite food of the entire holiday is stuffing. It's not very often that my mother makes stuffing...ok, it's really the only day of the year that we get to eat stuffing, but the point is that it's delicious and very bad for you. Maybe that's the reasoning behind the once a year thing.

This year the festivities will be held at my house, which means that there will be about 25 people hanging around and trying to help while only adding to the confusion. Also, with that amount of people and the fact that it's the Irish side of my family, we'll probably have about 20 pounds of mashed potatos, 2 turkeys, limited vegetables, and lots of dessert.

My mother always trys to get ahead of the melee by cooking a day or two beforehand. This year she chose to bake the pumpkin pie on Sunday. Bad move, mom. Obviously the sheer knowledge that there was pie in the house was too much to take for my stepfather and me...so we've already eaten it. Seriously, there's one slice left. Sorry about that!

Needless to say, I'm very excited for Thursday. If only for the fact that I won't feel guilty about eating everything...because I'm not the only one.

I suck at life

Yeah. I want to apologize for the utter lack of involvement as of late.

It's not like I planned this. You know I still have feelings for this blog. It's just...life has gotten really hectic lately. I'm working part-time and doing some freelance work.

And, well, I'm writing for another blog. It's nothing serious! I swear. They offered me money and that's something that I couldn't get here. Don't hate me.

But, if I can, I want to make a commitment again. I can do this. I know it. So let's get right into it and talk about something we both love.

Anna Nicole Smith. Yeah, she's officially gone off the deep end. After her son died, she married her lawyer, and pretended that she wasn't high all the time. First signs of total sanity, right?

Now, the home she's been staying in has officially filed a complaint with its owner because they turned off the electricity on her. This is like trying to get rid of raccoons or bears. You get rid of things that they like, such as garbage or anything edible. Only with Anna Nicole, you turn off the electricity because without power and running water, she'll have nothing to use to swallow all those pills. The crazy train not only stopped off at that house, it took a long time to refuel and cool down before it heads on over to Italy for Tom and Katie's wedding.



Good luck, Anna. You sure as hell need it.