Thanksgiving?

Thanksgiving is a time for reflection. A time to look back on all the things that have happened in your life and put them into perspective.

This year many things have happened in my life. The Boy participated in the Chicago Youth in Music Festival and was able to work with Maestro Riccardo Muti. He auditioned for and made principal bass trombone for the Chicago Youth Philharmonic Orchestra. He is doing very well in school and made principal bass trombone for the ILMEA District band and will most likely make All State. He applied for the National Youth Orchestra and we will find out in January if he makes it. Deaglan was placed in freshman honors advanced algebra 1 honors. He's only in 8th grade. He is doing very well at Merit and was just placed in the trombone choir. He is doing very well in school as well. Padric started his first official year at Merit and is first chair trombone in the Junior Band. He is in project tree math and reading.

So, you're probably wondering why I've written all this with the title Thanksgiving? Well, if you know me, you know my kids are talented and smart. You also know that I'm a smart ass and the apples don't fall far from the tree....

So, I'm sitting on the couch in the living room working on this blog and there are sounds of turkey prep coming from the kitchen. Clanging and banging. Chris giving directions to the kids, generally, productive chaos. To add to the cacophony, they've added music. Well, Chris got me a few google home minis a few weeks ago and we're still learning how to use them.

Chris: OK Google. Play the news.
Google: The news starts playing on the living room speaker.
Me: Hey google, stop. Play news on the kitchen speaker
C: OK Google. Play the news
G: The news plays in the living room again.
Me: Hey google, stop, play the news on the kitchen speaker
C: OK GOOGLE play the news
G: The news starts in the living room. AGAIN..
Me: Hey google, stop
C: OK GOOGLE play the news on the kitchen speaker.

After they (Chris and the Boy) figure out how to listen to what they want in the kitchen they settle on some classical music. I have to keep turning down the volume from the living room because, classical music movements change in intensity and volume quite often. I'm glad I did because the following conversation was hysterical.

At this point, Chris has the Boy take the turkey out of the brining cooler and rinse it off in the sink and the fun begins.

C: Dump all the water in the sink and run cold water. You have to rinse all the salty brine off the bird. You're going to have to get friendly with it. Get you hands between the skin and the flesh, you need to separate the connective tissue. Keep running water through the cavity and make sure to rinse it all.

B: ~Does as he is told~

C: Come one, get in there, you've already gotten to second base with it.

B: Second base! I've fisted the damned thing and you're saying all I've done is gotten to second base!?

C: What are you looking for, it to give you the obligatory blow job?

B: I'm just saying that fisting is way more than second base.

C: ~Still going on about the obligatory blow job~ If that's what you want the beaking will kill ya.

If I wasn't laughing so hard I would have caught all the comments that followed about drying the bird and then oiling it. I'll let you all use your imaginations as to what was said.

From this crazy family to yours,
Happy Thanksgiving


*Edited

Now the Sunday after Thanksgiving I was sitting on the couch and my left foot went numb. Not tingly numb, felt absolutely nothing numb. I had no idea it was numb. I tried to stand up and went down like a sack of bricks. Luckily, I only sprained it pretty bad and didn't break or tear anything.