(JUST TO BE CLEAR – not the act of giving thanks, but the whole holiday meme, thank you very much!…)
It all started when I was a tyke. My Mother had the audacity to give birth to me in late November! So my birthday often falls on-or-around Thanksgiving.
When I was younger, this meant friends and relatives got together
two three times in November, my birthday, turkey day and my Father’s birthday – which is eight days before mine.
THEN, someone decided to meld the birthday’s and holidays, to make it easier on everyone. Of course, this usually meant turkey and all the trimmings for my birthday.
I loathe turkey! I wasn’t particularly fond on being the only child in a mass of dysfunctional adults, either! I DO like pumpkin pie, but I also like birthday cake, too. And some of the relatives.
So, you see the problem.
Fortunately, when I got older (much older, after I stopped working on holidays and some of the dysfunctional folks were absent) I could start my own
Thanksgiving birthday traditions.
This year, in spite of a number of polite invitations – including a vegan Thanksgiving – I had salad with Italian dressing, pepperoni pizza, and cheesecake. MMMMMMMM! In some past years I’ve made lasagna!
I hope you enjoyed whatever tripped-your-trigger last Thursday. I gave thanks for friends, family, this Constitutional Republic and no turkey.
Now comes the rapid downhill slide until Christmas…
(Insert your own Bah! Humbug! here, if you desire…)
(at least as far as person born the same day having similar personality traits…)
November 2, Birthdays
1734 Daniel Boone frontiersman/explorer (US Hall of Fame-1915)
1755 Marie-Antoinette Queen of France, let them eat cake
1913 Burt Lancaster NYC, actor (From Here to Eternity, Elmer Gantry)
1938 Patrick Buchanan conservative political columnist
1961 k.d. lang country singer (& the Reclines-Absolute Torch & Twang)
h/t Today in History
(CNN) – Most beer guts are the result of consuming fermented brew, but a new case study describes a rare syndrome that had one man’s gut fermenting brew, not consuming it.
It’s called gut fermentation syndrome or auto-brewery syndrome, and it’s “a relatively unknown phenomenon in Western medicine” according to a study published in July’s International Journal of Clinical Medicine. “Only a few cases have been reported in the last three decades” according to Dr. Barbara Cordell, the dean of nursing at Panola College in Carthage, Texas, and Dr. Justin McCarthy, a Lubbock gastroenterologist, the study’s authors.
The most current case comes courtesy of an unnamed 61-year-old Texas man who for five years seemed to be drunk — all of the time.
Sounds like some bloggers I’ve run across!
No, not me.
PS – because Squeaky Wheel informed me of the real health issues in this post, she asked for a link to the original article. Here ya go Squeak: http://www.cnn.com/2013/09/19/health/gut-fermentation-syndrome/index.html
Betty or Veronica? Ginger or Mary Anne? Zelda or Tuesday Weld?
OR, another imponderable…
WHAT DID BARNEY RUBBLE DO FOR A LIVING?
The question is posed by on Neatorama by Eddie Deezen. Don’t cheat, try to find the answer in your own memory, then go read his essay at the link from the picture.
And remember Mel Blanc laughing as Barney: “Ah hehehe, hehehehe!”
Someone with way too much time on their hands (and a computer) took the images of all the movie James Bonds and made a composite, mega-Bond:
To see how they did it, click on the photo for the evolution.
This was a Today’s Funny I posted the other day. It reminded me of when I worked at TMCCC.
The company supported many charities. Seemingly more each year, both nationally and locally. And they were constantly hitting us up for more money for something. To make the company look good.
I do remember numerous times being hit up for money for The Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, a good charity to be sure! They usually did this by having helium balloons attached by a ribbon to a bag of peanuts or yes, a candy bar, with a note, to be given as a present or Valentine to a coworker, for a contribution. On more than one occasion, I pointed out to management (being the smart ass I
was am) that selling candy bars to promote diabetes research was akin to (that Vietnam War peacenik phrase) f***ing for chastity!
Of course, I was nicer about it, then.
I was more supportive after I was diagnosed as a diabetic. Who knew?
I LOVED The Addams Family. So much better than The Munsters. ’Course, I was a kid at the time. My favorite holiday was Halloween and I wished (much like the Cleavers) my family were more like them.
Please click on the Gif to read how Gomez and Morticia had the best marriage EVER!
We should all be so lucky!
h/t BuzzFeed and Miss Cellania
My roomie keeps referring to me as a geek. This in spite of the fact I cannot read HTML, write code, or fix computer hardware. And I’ve not worn taped-together black horn rimmed eyeglasses (and a pocket protector) since high school!
Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated recently posted a link to a test:
He came in @ 83%, I did 54%.
See roomie, I told you!
I used to announce this, dripping with irony and humor, at my former workplace, usually to the women whose fashion choices included clogs, sandals, and stiletto heels. All of which I thought were designed to make the loudest and most annoying sounds possible. Repetitively.
(Unless you count the folks who sit at their desk, and unwrap their (snacks, lunch, spare socks, etc.) contained in those plastic grocery bags! It would take them five minutes of incessant rustling just to extricate the object. Then another five to roll close the $%^*&^^$#% bag!)
Initially, we were required to wear dress shoes, but eventually, the East Coast management figured out we were largely more casual here in Arizona, and kept making up pointless contests wherein we peons could ‘win’ the privilege of dressing ‘casually’. We went from white shirts, ties and dress Oxfords, to chinos, polo shirts and athletic shoes. And sometimes even blue jeans!
But the women continued to largely wear noisy footwear.
When I was in my 20s, even with my physical limitations, I thought I could be pretty stealthy. Two years of karate and all. And I lived in athletic shoes. Quietly.
Now, being medically retired, I live in Wranglers, colored T-shirts, and my orthopaedic shoes. One built up to accommodate my leg disability. And, as I put more weight on the opposite foot, that shoe tends to wear out sooner.
And now is making squeaking noises.
I’ll never be a ninja.
Karma is a bitch!
One of the best-known con men of the American Old West, Smith established criminal empires in Colorado and Alaska. His nickname comes from his main scam, in which he duped townsfolk into thinking he was selling them soap cakes wrapped in money. His cronies in the crowd would then buy all of the money-wrapped cakes, leaving paper-wrapped soaps for everyone else. However, Smith’s seedy ways were his undoing, and he was shot in 1898 after stealing a miner’s gold. What were his last words? More…
h/t thefreedictionary.com, RefDesk