eatthefrostingfirst

I have visions of my Dad standing in the kitchen carving the turkey. Each year we named it (I know; a bit weird in retrospect) Larry Bird was our funniest one by far. Sometimes tweety or big bird (you following?) I miss my Dad all the time but particularly on Thanksgiving which, has always been, my favorite holiday. My mom's stuffing is my favorite and who doesn't love to nibble on the canned onion rings used for the green bean casserole? But I love the day because it brings family together. And sometimes I get sappy and think there's so much to be grateful for. So my annual Thanksgiving thanks list goes as follows: I'm thankful for health (goes without saying) I'm thankful that Parenthood is still on TV and for the DVR that allows me to record it each week because I can never make it up past 10pm I'm thankful for someone telling me last week that they were in shock that I'm 45 yet; feeling really old now that I'm working with two 25 year o

I haven't worked since the end of 2002.  11 years. I quit when I was having difficulty getting pregnant (oh, the stress! ) and when oldest was born prematurely, it was a good thing I had wanted to be a SAHM. The nicu visits, the dr apts, the therapies..it was a full time job and then some. Then youngest came along and well, I enjoyed the mom thing. I was good at it ~although come 6pm you can bet I threw a kid (or two) at dear husband when he walked in the door. The days were long and bedtime at times could not come soon enough. (I miss them being unable to tell time so I could lie about bedtime) Fast forward 7 years and I have two kids in school. Full time. The joy! Time for target and pedicures and meeting friends for lunch and retail therapy and ... okay, its not all glamorous. It's not like I'm sitting around the house watching soaps and eating bon bons all day. I did stuff. I volunteered. PTO for years, charity work, not to mention the basic house stuff and