I bet you’re wondering how the feast went last week. Well, I couldn’t be happier about how our big Thanksgiving celebration turned out. To have a house full of friends truly warmed my heart and made the holiday special. And the food? Well, that was just the cherry on top.
I am also proud to announce that I didn’t completely dry out my turkey. What what!! Though I do admit there was a point when I thought the turkey wasn’t going to happen. It was right after I punctured the liver WITH MY FINGER and it spewed everywhere.
Let’s take a quick poll on how well you know me. After the liver exploded, I:
a. shrugged it off and continued cleaning the bird
b. laughed about it and threatened to throw the guts at Mike
c. went into hysteria
The answer is c, of course. C for crying. And cussing. Both of which I did, right after I gagged and dropped the turkey in the sink. I think I felt bad for him. He used to roam around some beautiful barnyard hittin’ on chicks—haha—and now his head was Godknowswhere and his liver was being jabbed by some psycho cook. Buuuuut of course the show had to go on. So I sucked it up and finished cleaning the poor bastard. And in his honor, I did not overcook him.
before “the incident”
After everyone went home, Mike and I sat down and began a new Thanksgiving tradition. Once a day, for the month leading up to T-day, we each wrote down something that we are thankful for and put it in a jar. We split them up and read each other’s out loud. It was a really nice way to end the day and to remind ourselves how blessed we really are.
I hope your Thanksgiving was just as wonderful as ours.
Today I’m thankful that I slept peacefully all through the night.
You know anxiety and I are pretty much married, right?
We’ve been seeing each other for a really long time now. Anyway, sometimes he (she?) likes to wake me up in the middle of the night just to piss me off. Most of the time it’s not on days that I have nothing to do—no—it’s on the days that I have something important to wake up to.
So since we’re hosting about 25 people for Thanksgiving dinner, of course it happened last night at 3:45. Yes, 3:45. I laid in bed for two and a half hours (in denial) before I accepted that sleep wasn’t going to happen and rolled out of bed.
Because only one other girl from the team is from the States, she and I decided to invite all of the Canucks over to show ‘em how it’s done. Both of us are going to make a turkey, she’s mashing the potatoes, and I’m making a salad and dessert. Everybody has offered to bring a dish too, so it’s safe to say nobody is going to starve today.
Anxiety aside, I’m really excited.
My two wishes for today: 1. My turkey doesn’t suck. 2. I don’t fall asleep in my food.
A lot of stuff has happened since I have last graced you with my presence. A LOT. And yet………nothing.
Confused? Mike was offered a contract with Linz for this season, but they ended up signing too many guys and didn’t have enough space on the roster to play Mike. Very, very frustrating. (This may or may not be where you would see a lot of cursing/trash talking if I wasn’t so afraid of burning bridges.) That meant that he couldn’t and wouldn’t play unless someone was injured for the whole season or if they released another player. Long story short (you’re welcome), we are now living in Dornbirn where Mike is on a long-term try out. He’s been playing regularly—games too—and has been doing really well. I’ve been rain-dancing daily in hopes that we stay :)
For my sanity and yours, I have compiled a very concentrated list of happenings. For now, we will skip the fluff and really get to the nitty gritty.
It all started on a warm and rainy Wednesday afternoon in 1988. At approximately 1:15 on October 19th, a savior was born.
Wait, wrong story. Here we go:
Summer came and went.
Said goodbye to friends and family; cried a little.
Packed my bags.
Cried a little more.
Got on a plane.
Arrived in Linz.
Moved into a hotel.
Climbed a mountain; almost died.
Moved to a tiny apartment: the dorm room.
Suffered in the dorm room.
Threatened to burn down the dorm room.
Bought four plants; killed all but one.
Went to the city gardens.
Went to the zoo; got attacked by an ostrich.
Welcomed Mike’s parents to town.
Watched more hockey.
Went to Steyr.
Moved to a better apartment.
Welcomed Mike’s aunt Sandy to town.
Ate a sardine; cried.
Went to Salzburg.
Went to Zell Am See.
Hiked atop a mountain.
Partied in a castle.
Went to Klagenfurt.
Met the Leblers’ best friends; became family.
Ate a lot of food.
Got food poisoning.
Said goodbye to aunt Sandy.
Learned to make strudel.
Got a call from the Bulldogs.
Moved to Dornbirn.
Lived in a Gasthaus.
Watched more hockey.
Said goodbye to Mike’s parents.
Moved into an apartment.
Made new friends.
Became an aunt.
Knitted a blanket.
Went to Bolzano; got drunk.
Went to Verona; got lost.
Partied at the Martinimart.
Killed the last plant.
Wrote a blog post…
WELL, would you look at that? You’re all caught up! Four months in four minutes.
Happy Thursday to you.