My Thanksgiving Numbers

Do you remember the movie Erin Brockovich and the line where the guy wants to ask her out? He asks for her number and she looks at him in disbelief. With a kid on her hip she says, "How 'bout this for a number? Six. That's how old my other daughter is, eight is the age of my son, two is how many times I've been married - and divorced; sixteen is the number of dollars I have in my bank account. 850-3943. That's my phone number, and with all the numbers I gave you, I'm guessing zero is the number of times you're gonna call it." Just for the record, I googled that, I don't retain that much useless knowledge! Here are my Thanksgiving numbers:

• 12 - the approximate number of pounds of potatoes we cooked between potato skins, smashed red potatoes and sweet potatoes.
• 9 - the number of toys on my floor for my dog... and she still wants to chew the edge of my area rug!
• 6 - the number of days the kids had off from school... I was personally hoping for a snow day today so we could snuggle in.
• 5- the number of new recipes tried... nobody will be asking for my homemade biscuits anytime soon, a bit flat and dry.
• 3 - the number of burns incurred... one doozie on the hand, one smaller, and one with a curling iron on the neck - yes, looks like a hickey (Reagan & Whitney if you're reading this, I'll explain later). That's what I get for attempting to curl my hair after going straight for years.
• 2 - the number of movies at a theater we saw... Ok, I saw most of Despicable Me. Between having just eaten lunch and the lack of sleep from Black Friday, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
• 1 - the number of near fires on Thanksgiving. I smelled something pretty darn suspicious, but couldn't figure it out until I saw smoke...

That would be a potholder left on a burner I had just turned off!

Check out the coolest license plate EVER I saw in California.

IB KOOKN

Yes I was!



• Countless - the number of times we said, "Moka No! Moka sit! Moka potty! Moka no bite! Moka's toys! Moka potty OUTside!" And an equal amount of, "Moka I love you. Mokie you're so sweet. Mokie Kablokie, you're the best puppy."

So now we're back to school and life for 3 short weeks before Christmas break. I started my day heading to Target in my Dad's car and it starts smokin' in the Target parking lot. As I'm speed walking away from it, the car is leaking something and all I can think is "It's gonna blow!" I call my parents, Scott... anyone! I'm on the verge people. My Dad rescued me and took me to get a loaner car from the guy who is fixing the van. The condition was his loaner didn't have heat... a mechanic with a car that has no heat - sketchy. I looked at him and said, "I know it doesn't have heat. I'm on the verge. I'm going to lose it." He must have seen the tears welling up, he looked at me so pathetically, "I'll go get it". He then turns around and says, "Here, take my car. The heat works." So my near meltdown melted his heart and I have a loaner with heat and my van "should be" done this week.

Life keeps moving forward, I better keep up!!