All posts tagged: Thanksgiving

Yes, that's a chocolate place card. On a easel...

How to Make Edible Place Cards (Thanksgiving Part 4)

We used to have hand painted place cards for everyone.  But the boyfriends and girlfriends have come and gone over the years and even though we used to just paint over the old cards (“Welcome to our home! We know you’re name isn’t Bob but Bill is close enough so sit here!”) enough is enough.  It was time for new place cards. My mother, being a florist by trade, decided to go all out with edible place cards. Yes, edible. She then decided to mount them on miniature easels made from Canthus grass. Here are the results: (Alas, they’re a bit out of order because WordPress has just changed their photo uploading system and it’s pissing me off…)        

parkway toll booth

Of Cheesecake and Toll Booths (Thanksgiving Part 2)

Somewhere between The Wedding Date’s house and his parents’, I began to panic.  Not because I was about to sit down to dinner with folks who might be my in laws someday, not because I’d be meeting TWD’s great aunt for the first time, and not even because I was afraid my sweater dress and high heeled boots combo wouldn’t pass muster (because I was pretty sure it was). Instead, I began to panic because I realized I had not a single dollar in my purse.  And even though I’d managed to scrape together enough change to pay the tolls on my way to TWD’s house, I hadn’t thought about the tolls on my way to his parents’ house. Okay, actually that’s a lie.  I had thought about them.  I had even planned to leave early to go to the bank and get some cash, but then TWD’s kid’s flight landed early and he called just as I’d finished painting my nails to tell me to meet him at his parents’ house at 4:00 instead …

Thanksgiving Cartoon

10 Awesome Thanksgiving Pictures

I am very thankful this year: A) I remembered my grandfather’s car does NOT have EZPASS before zipping through the toll booths on my way to The Wedding Date’s house. B) I did not burn the ginger snap cookies that I baked to bring to TWD’s parents. C) I recognized not one but two of the artists who performed in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, thereby proving that I am still young and cool despite the fact that Power Rangers are celebrating their 20th anniversary. (Mannheim Steamrollers are cool, right?) As such, I would like to give thanks by offering some funny turkey images to rouse you all from your tryptophan comas.  Enjoy! (And don’t worry, I’ll be posting a full report on my Thanksgiving Marathon first thing Monday morning). PS: Is it just me or is it a little ridiculous that stores have been open since MIDNIGHT?  I mean seriously, don’t people know that Black Friday is for drinking martinis, not shopping for more useless crap you don’t need?

Thanksgiving Stress

A Tale of Two Thanksgivings, Part 1

Growing up, I never understood why grownups got so stressed about Thanksgiving.  I mean seriously, what’s the big deal?  You eat turkey, you shove some vegetables around your plate so that it looks as though you’ve eaten them and then you watch Miracle on 34th Street.  Everyone goes to sleep happy and the next day you have leftovers. Well, now that I myself am a grown up, I’m beginning to understand. On Monday night, for example, I told one of my supervisors that I needed to talk to her about competition routines before she left for the evening.  Her response?  “I have 25 people coming for Thanksgiving dinner.”  In other words there would be no talk of competition routines until after Thursday. It wasn’t until I studied abroad and found myself in charge of my very own Thanksgiving dinner that I realized how much work goes into playing hostess.  And even though I’m not hosting this year, I’m involved with someone, which means double the turkey, double the driving and double the stress. In another …

Thanksgiving Modern Family

Finally: A Date to the Hooper’s Island Martini Bar Soiree

It’s finally happening.  After two years, 31 men and over one hundred dates, I’ve finally landed myself a proper boyfriend to join me at the annual Hooper’s Island Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree. For those of you who are just joining us, the Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree is the social event of the season on Hooper’s Island—mainly because the island has no real season and social events are generally limited to muskrat BBQ’s at the local fire station or emergency evacuations during hurricane season. But no matter.  The Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree is one of my favorite holidays, second only to the New Years Eve Martini Bar Soiree.  (Are we sensing a theme here?)  It’s our family’s version of Thanksgiving (which we celebrate on Friday instead of Thursday because of my dad’s work schedule) and after dinner we play Taboo or light a bonfire and I always end up drinking way too much because I manage to convince myself that martinis are less calories than stuffing… I haven’t had a date to Thanksgiving …

Two Men, One Martini Bar

It’s not as bad as it sounds, although I suppose any woman who accidentally invites two men to Thanksgiving dinner ought to provide some sort of explanation. (Note: I’d intended to post this on Friday but Hoopers Island is in the middle of nowhere so I’ve been going through internet withdrawal…) Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?  Once upon a time, a rather lonely 25 year old decided to try her luck at online dating.  Somewhere along the line, she stumbled upon the profile of a man from Pittsburgh and despite her initial impressions of the unfortunate fellow (“way too intense”) she somehow deluded herself into believing that he might be “the one.” A year into their correspondence, he made arrangements to visit and even though he wasn’t entirely at liberty to spend a weekend in Philadelphia at the time, he did just that. Was it love at first sight?  Not quite.  Not even at all, actually.  But a year is a long time to wait.  And although there was very definitely a “spark,” …

And We’re Back: The Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree

I know.  I know.  It’s been ages.  But I have an excuse.  Honest.  And it involves both men and dance and the annual Hoopers Island Black Firday Martini Bar Soiree, plus a bit of shopping, so I’m hoping that you’ll forgive me. (It is Thanksgiving, after all, and Thanksgiving marks the official start of the Christmas season here in the good ol’ US of A so if you’d like Santa to bring you something nice, it would behoove you to be nice to me and ignore the fact that I’ve missed not one, not two, but six blog posts in the past two weeks.) At any rate, I’m getting ready to teach my second class of the day when one of my beach balls asks, “What happened to you, Miss Kat?  Did you get lost?” I’ve been away for three days plus the weekend in order to network present at the annual conference of the Congress on Research in Dance.  To a five year old, three-days-plus-the-weekend might as well be forever. The thing with academic …

Queen of the Buffet

I discovered three interesting things about myself and life in general yesterday.  It was Day #1 of the Philadelphia’s Writer Conference and as such, I found myself in the very same hotel in Old City where I nearly threw up last year thanks to my anxiety over pitching my first manuscript to an agent. This year, I had nothing to pitch.  And I completely dropped the ball on registration so I missed not only the early bird discount but also the chance to send in a portion of my manuscript(s) for critique.  I was tempted to bail on the conference in its entirety and spend the weekend agonizing over promotional materials for the Fringe because I couldn’t bear the thought of going to the conference and having to admit to everyone I met last year that actually, I’ve made very little progress since then. But then I asked myself the same question I always ask myself when I’m faced with such dilemmas: what would the successful writer do?  A successful writer would go to the …