As if I really needed another distraction...

So, thank you Megan, I've started a blog and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!

I have a blog on my myspace page, but I don't like everyone reading it, and although I know you can do friend lists and all that crap, people get offended if they're not on the list, and I'm done with it! So, now, I have this blog and I can send it out to people I like. :)

So, my big thing this week is, of course, Thanksgiving. I am hosting for the first time... and I'm a little intimidated. Luckily there are only eight of us, but my big worry is keeping the place clean until then. Wait, that makes it sound like it's clean now... whatever! If you're a mom, you know how this works. I can spend the morning in the kitchen cleaning, and when I emerge from the cloud of cleaning products, the living room is a disaster.

Case in point: my perfect little terrible two, Evan Ray. Evan is VERY good at being a two-year-old boy. Yesterday, around naptime, I was getting a few things done upstairs and walked in his room to check on him. There he was, my sweet little angel, sleeping under the covers in his bed. I checked in a few minutes later to find out I had been had; he was pretending to sleep (he's good) and was also hiding some hair product. In those few minutes, he used about half the mousse and it was all over his sheets, comforter, clothes, and himself. He didn't get any in his hair, of course, but had smeared it on his face like shaving cream. This morning he did the same thing with a bottle of hand lotion.

I love my son. I love him as much as I can, but I'm looking forward to his growing out of this phase. I'm so glad Ben did, and can't wait to be able to quit holding my breath for Evan. Oy vay.

So, yeah, back to Thanksgiving. My two goals are to (1) get the house clean and presentable, and (2) make Thanksgiving dinner. I have it all planned out: mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, apple butter and turkey brine on Wednesday, and bread, turkey and last minute disaster relief Thursday morning. Is it terrible that I keep reminding myself that (A) my mother won't mind a little mess, and (B) my grandfather is too old to see most of it? Oh well. Like I've been telling everyone in the family who wasn't invited, it's better that I ruin dinner for 8 than dinner for 20. I keep remembering the scene from Bridget Jones' Diary when she makes the soup with the blue twine and it turns everyone's mouths blue. If I pull a stunt like that, I will be sure to take pictures and post them here.

One last funny little Thanksgiving story. My senior year in college I lived in a duplex with two roommates, and we had three guys who lived downstairs in the other half. We had Wednesday off from class and decided to have a little house celebration. I can't remember the specifics, but I think the turkey was still frozen as of that morning. All I do remember is the turkey wasn't ready until about 11 that night, we ate everything else before that, and we imbibed *quite a bit* of spiced cider. We had fun; I guess that's the moral of the story, right?

So, if anyone has any suggestions, they are greatly appreciated. I hope you all have a wonderful, and memorable Thanksgiving. :)