Leftover turkey...

Since I didn't have time (or a good internet connection) I'm posting a few turkey tidbits a few days late. 

I am thankful for a lot of things in my life. Like most people I am thankful for my family and friends, and I knew this before the Thanksgiving holiday. After shoving turkey in my mouth I have had a chance to reflect and pick out a few more things I have to be thankful for. It's all about the poultry perspective.


I am thankful for...

• Paper plates - regardless what some say, paper plates are the first step to reducing time at a kitchen sink. 
• Solid cell service - you really don't know what you had, until it's gone - and that would be my cell service once I hit the Republic County line. I went five entire days off the tech grid, and I really despised every moment. 
• Football - it makes the holiday official, and this year the Detroit Lions don't suck. 
• Police scanners - providing quality entertainment to small town folks and taking the bore out of small town Saturday night.
• Selective hearing - For those of you who know me, this is self explanatory.
• Solid log chains - We moved  a pickup truck by chaining a bumper and lifting with a loader on a tractor before swinging the rear over and then pulling it out of the shed. I was amazed the it worked, and even more amazed the bumper stayed attached. 

Other holiday nuggets...

The photo below is proof that most people (at least in my family) avoid healthy food. The cheese and okra seem to have all but disappeared from my aunt's lovely relish plate, and the "healthy" cucumber slices haven't even been touched. The mandarin oranges in the middle compartment haven't been touched either, and that was likely because most of use considered this a trap. Who in the Sam hell puts oranges on a relish plate? The logistics and practicality of this was alarming, and sketchy - and we aren't stupid. 

We cleaned out the shed this weekend and went through little odds and ends. Some was saved, some was junked, and some was burned in the wheat field by sis and I. I had no idea we were such pyromaniacs. Fire is fun, if done correctly - and safely - not to mention warm. 

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We found a real gem while cleaning out an old farm truck. It was my fifth grade science project circa 1992. This just proves that Dad can't part with things. He told us that he just couldn't get rid of it, so we'd have to do it and he didn't want to see it. To accomplish this, we tore it apart and used the wood base to fashion a fireplace type setup and lit it on fire. You would be amazed at how hot old paint, glue, and twenty year old newspaper burns. 

This project earned my a red ribbon. Frankly, this reward was a crock because I actually put effort into the project, but they thought I had too much "parental participation" and that was false. I did the project, but Dad did help me make the box, and one Sunday afternoon we slopped glue and newspaper into perfect peaks. I even dumped vinegar, dish soap, and baking soda into the hole and showed the judge how it worked. In hindsight, it was likely that crushing disappointment that turned me off of science forever. I mean, seriously, three years later sis dissects a cow eyeball and they gave her like best in show or something. Yeah, because fifth graders everywhere dissect cow eyeballs ALL ALONE. I was in the kitchen when Dad helped her with that project, but I didn't see a judge write down, "needs less parental help." 

Let's just say when it comes to science grades the judges didn't exactly see eye to eye.