The night before Thanksgiving and a peep was heard in the house....
Wednesday, November 25, 2009 at 21:10 AAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Shit!
Actually, it’s not nearly that bad. I’m just being dramatic and hambone. I just got home from a friends house, lunching up on spaghetti and meatballs, and put the pork roast into the ziplok with all the aromatics that are guaranteed to make it sooo yummy tomorrow.
One of the nice things about a pork roast is that it’s simple. It doesn’t take all day to stuff and cook. I’ll just whip up the sweet potatoes and the stuffing midday tomorrow. The braised mustard greens are a last minute item. Set the table in the morning. Throw the antipasti on just before showtime.
It’s just Mr. Maven, myself and my ever irritable 92-year-old mother this year.
At my advanced years, I’m into taking it easy and not making such a huge project out of it all. Oh alright, I can hear my lovely step-daughter laughing all the way from Larkspur/San Rafael, California.
Hardee-harhar, Ronda.
If you’re still trying to figure out what to fix, there’s not much I can say now. You’re a complete nimrod. But there are some good recipes on the mavenandmeddler.
I found out this afternoon, while shooting the shit with my fellow cancer survivor and family doctor, that I really do need my gall bladder to come out. Damn. Well, it will be a relief to not have all the pain after I eat. But still, I’ve had enough surgeries to last a lifetime and one more isn’t my idea of fun. The bright news is that I can get some sympathy out of it. Tea and toast in bed.
The thing that’s really frustrating is that my doc told me a truly hysterical ‘patient in the hospital’ story but I can’t figure out how to tell it online. It requires special ‘sound effects’. Don, you’re so delightfully gross.
We also had a little ‘chat’ about the healthcare insurance reform issues. Here’s the truth. If the federal government does cut Medicare reimbursement rates, then he’s gonna stop taking new Medicare patients. It’s that simple.
Here’s the reason: There’s a pie. Well, a pie chart. It’s only so big. And when the assholes that are scamming the system big time down in my home state of Florida steal in such a big way, that leaves less for the guys who are really providing the service that Mr. Maven and grandma need. You see where this is going.
Don started on about the government not being able to do anything right. I suggested that perhaps he’d prefer that UnitedHealthcare and the like could do it better. That’s when he started jumping up and down like popcorn in a hot pan, pointing and saying “no, no, that’s not what I mean. That would never work!”
We decided to agree on the fact that the American electorate is dumber than dirt and they’ll deserve what ever they get in the way of reform, since they’re incapable of really demanding - insisting - that they get real reform that is carefully managed.
Here’s what I want from my readers:
I want you to share your Tday stories on the Mavenandmeddler… under the comments section.
Tell all, anonymously of course, about disasterous turkeys, awful relatives … dogs that ate the stuffing. The whole nine yards.
Awwww, come on. Give us your worst. Make those of us who only think we had disasterous Tdays appreciate just HOW BAD IT CAN REALLY BE.
Seriously. You don’t have anything else to do except roll around in the agony of gluttony tomorrow.
Heave yourself up to a keyboard and let it fly!
Lie if you have to. Like my old dad used to say, never spoil a good story for the lack of a few facts.
Happy Thanksgiving, and don’t forget to laugh.
maven
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Oh, my … the Navy has beat the Air Force and Marines to deliver a great Thanksgiving day memory. Thanks, ColinSailor.
Hey, I know that once you get to recovery mode with a wonderfully full belly, you’ll start to remember some stories to share with readers.
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Reader Comments (1)
You too. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I plan on spending it with my friends and going out to eat. When you live in Las Vegas and are single, it's easier going to a buffet somewhere. Let someone else do the cooking and have fun with friends.
Okay. You wanna hear some Thanksgiving story. Here's one....
Probably one of my best and one of my worst Thanksgivings ever was floating around in the Indian Ocean on an aircraft carrier in the 1980s. I'm a retired Navy veteran.
Reason why I say the best was because I made the best of it with shipmate friends. You do what you gotta do. Even though there was no alcohol (drinking aboard Navy ships is forbidden), there was good food prepared by the mess attendants.
And I say worst because of the location and anticipation about where we were going at the time.
Iraq and Iran were fighting a war. And, sometimes as wars progress, it bled over into commercial shipping. They were shooting and sinking each others tankers like crazy. At the time we were heading there, the score was Iraq 35 and Iran 32. Something like that. But the problem was that missiles don't pay attention to what flags are on what ships.
Our aircraft carrier was steaming up to try to assist, but also stay out of the way. To try to protect shipping of American and neutral nation interest. And it was going to be difficult.
A lot of apprehension and scratching of heads on what to do, but somehow it all worked out. The rest is history. America got heavily involved and put their flags on tankers to protect them.
But, at the time, all that wasn't in place.
Made the best of it though.