November 21, 2012

Pre - Thanksgiving Thoughts

So my eldest son now has a job. As I said he's working at a store that sounds like Mamverombi and Mitch. He is a sales clerk, but they call him a model. That in itself is making us laugh... but we are laughing most that he is folding clothes and putting them away.

We are wondering if it will rub off on his bedroom...


Bones' choral group sold cheesecakes this year as a fundraiser. Like other fundraisers, they could win stuff.

He is excited because he won a moustache kit. A big black full moustache... the stick on kind.

I was late picking him up from the bus stop, stuck in a telecon, and so he started to make the mile trek home. I caught him halfway... floppy reddish hair shining in the sun, beebopping down the street with his neon green backpack. He turned around and I nearly spit.

On his upper lip was a big black moustache 2 inches long on each side.

He said some woman was driving by and he looked at her as she looked at him and she slowed down and did a double take.

He laughed. 'Do you think she thought it was real?" In his fluffy bunny cotton candy cloud world, it looked real; he looked like a 40 year old Italian.

I replied, "No, baby. I assure you. She did not..." I stopped short of saying, "She nearly mistook you for the Village Idiot...", but I refrained.

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Do people still eat Twinkies?

Am I the only person in the world who has never eaten a Twinkie?

I appear to be the only person who cares not that Twinkies may not exist for the next generation or that there may not be fried Twinkies at our Fairs.

I think we may actually be blessed...

Well... Thanksgiving preparations have started. My pumpkin cheesecake is baked and in the fridge. And I don't know what happened between dinner and the cheesecake and the pecan pie I was supposed to bake, but suddenly my oven was smoking like a chimney.

I got the cheesecake out, but figured I'd just wait for whatever it was to burn off before I made the pecan pie.

Except it wouldn't burn off.

I put the pecan pie in the convection oven and we made the command decision to clean my oven.

My Mom looked in my oven and said, "Every time I look in this oven, I can't believe it's a self clean..." As in... it's always dirty.

I couldn't remember how to make it self clean. She got it to work.

Evidently, small fires are not supposed to break out in your oven when it's cleaning.

That's a bad thing... I hear.

So my oven will be very clean for tomorrow's turkey baking. If it still works. I think the little burny element thingy being in a fire probably reduced its life limit.

It just needs to get through tomorrow...

Everyone else's house smells like Thanksgiving. Mine smells like dirty burning oven.


Posted by Boudicca at November 21, 2012 11:15 PM

For what it's worth, I have a friend that every so often get a new stove. She doesn't do ovens! It seems to work for her.

Posted by: Judy at November 21, 2012 10:57 PM

Oh don't even say that! I will never live it down, in the history of the family, if I have to get a new oven because I killed this one from lack of cleaning.

I will say... this is our 2nd element. The oven is four years old. If I have to replace it again shortly, I'll suspect I'm the cause.

At first I thought it was some kind of failure rate. The oven was kind of new on the market... some sort of infant mortality rate in the bathtub curve. Now I'm thinking... eh... it could've been me.

Posted by: Bou at November 21, 2012 11:05 PM

Ahem. I need a new oven. I tried to clean mine once, with some oven cleaner stuff... and it didn't work very well. Then I found out that it's 'self clean', but how does that bit of magic happen?


Love the picture of Bones with his winnings glued to his face. :-D

I could care less about twinkies.. and Happy Thanksgiving!

Posted by: pam at November 22, 2012 07:23 AM

Pam- When you hit self clean, it locks it and evidently runs to crematorium temps. My Dad said this morning it looked liked we'd burned off a body in the bottom of my oven...

He just cleaned out the ashes and evidently all is right in our world... Hmmm.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Posted by: Bou at November 22, 2012 08:34 AM

Setting fire to the oven? Love it, lol! It will make it a Thanksgiving to remember.

And the mustache? Awesome!!! My eldest stepson would have done that!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at November 22, 2012 11:09 AM

I thought it was catepillar on his face!!! Baw hahahahaha. Maybe it was the angle. I hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving and that you saved me some cranberry pie!

Posted by: vwbug at November 22, 2012 07:04 PM

I thought I reead that all the clerks at that place were ghey

Posted by: occam at November 23, 2012 01:23 PM

I hope y'all had a fantastic Thanksgiving and are enjoying your family time.

I do have to chime in on the Twinkie thing...while the product doesn't "light my fire" what terrifies me is you do know that is done mostly DSD? Right? You do know that DSD is MY WORLD right now? Right? This puts the absolute fear of all things in the bottom pit of my stomach. They've been around 82 years (or there abouts) If they can be bought/sold and distributed in another manner that puts everything I do at risk. To be blunt? I'm terrified.........

Posted by: Tammi at November 24, 2012 03:16 PM

Well, I've had Twinkies, though I cannot remember the last time that I did. I'm not concerned about the legacy for succeeding generations, this being a mere blip on the bigger timeline. If that.

I'll pass on the moustache - for his sake.

Yeah, my wife truly knew how much I loved her when I suggested that we get a self-cleaning oven to replace the stove that died in our first house. It died on Thanksgiving now that I think about it. The door fell off, but as long as we were careful when we opened it, it would stay on the hinge arms and it got us through Thanksgiving. And was replaced with a self-cleaning, ceramic topped, Jenn-Aire. Suffice it to say that military stoves did not have self-cleaning ovens so this was a new experience for us. It took us awhile to figure out how to work it.

We've discovered that even with self-cleaning ovens we end up using oven cleaner anyway to do a manual clean.

A job is a job. Don't hold your breath waiting for crossover between work and home. Hope for it, but don't count on it. In people much older than him I've seen scant evidence of it. Which would make him normal.


Posted by: marcus erroneous at November 25, 2012 02:11 PM