By some unknown cosmic circumstances, I have found myself in possession of three turkeys - the eating kind. Which is funny because I don't eat turkey. So one is promised to Brenda for Christmastime. The other I have tried, unsuccessfully, to give to a soup kitchen here in town - but they're all turkeyed up for the holidays (I guess that's a good thing). The third one I am going to attempt to cook for my fellow. This will be my first turkey and, in fact, the first anything I've had to cook using a syringe. Working at a daily newspaper is not that charitable when it comes to holidays, so I only have one Tofurkey Day off - hopefully I'll get to have a Latesgiving with my folks this weekend. But for now, I have my Grand Turkey Experiment to keep me busy. Coworkers have suggested their favorite ways of cooking the bird ("deep fry it!" "inject it with Cajun seasoning!"). As long as I don't end up with a Clark Griswold bird, that will be fine. And just in case, I'll have some pasta on standby.
The only real turkey this week will be MIZZOU after KU roasts them up at Arrowhead! .. some Misery-ans have taken to wearing a particularly idiotic shirt that depicts the pre-Civil War sacking and burning of Lawrence, which is essentially advertising "look what my pro-slavery yokel kin did to yer abolitionist capital, hyuk hyuk." To be fair, most Mizzou fans would steer clear of such nonsense .. but they'll be serving alcohol at Arrowhead, so I'm glad to stay home.
Be very, very careful driving, everyone, wherever your travels take you this week.
Another day another birthday. That pretty much sums up December on our birthday calendar. We've got 16 birthdays spread throughout the month as well as a few anniversaries and of course "the big one". Haven't heard any news from DGram but soon should have another name to add to the list.
Woke up this morning to a quarter inch of ice on everything. Luckily the ground is still warm enough to keep the roads safe and we happen to be in the corridor with the least accumulation. Expect more of it the next 48 hours so probably looking at a day or two off for the kiddies.
Centrally located in the confines of the WildOrbanRanch, Mt. Manure is ever changing. From meager beginnings it grows day by day ,wheel barrow by wheelbarrow. As it grows it compresses under it's own weight untill it must be turned over. After it has been turned several times and has a chance to 'stew in it's own juices' the manure becomes a nice organic fertilizer. This black gold is mined by local and not so local gardeners but no matter how much is taken away the mountain continues to grow.
Here's a classic scene from the old homestead. Every morning five stalls, about 25 pounds each. In foul weather when the horsies are impounded it's necessary to clean the stalls twice. Needless to say, we endup with quite a large pile-o-crap...not all bad.
Thanks to a nice warm-up after Thanksgiving, I've managed to get some lights up outside. Next on the list, get decorations out of attic. Christmas shopping getting done on the web. Hopefully we'll get a tree this weekend. Soon we'll be baking cookies etc. Christmas better hurry 'cause the twins are beginning to vibrate!
