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Now here’s the tough part, if you could only pick one food to eat on Thanksgiving, what would it be? I know, pure torture! Do you have a home-cooked meal or eat out? Does your family dress up?

Oh, Thanksgiving. How I long for you as the days pass. For some people, it’s Christmas for others it might be President’s Day, I don’t know. For me, it’s all about Thanksgiving. Everyone has probably figured out by now that I eat like a 5 year old. I’m pretty much guaranteed to order some kind of boneless poultry, potato, corn and bread when I go to a restaurant. 8 out of 10 ten times I do. Thanksgiving is the one and only holiday that was made for me.

I don’t dig ham on Easter, won’t eat seafood on Christmas (Polish tradition). For you to ask me to pick one food to eat on Thanksgiving is like asking me to choose between getting punched in the face or getting kicked in the stomach. No matter what I choose, it’s going to hurt.

This is how I roll on Thanksgiving. I get white meat turkey, buttered corn, stuffing, mashed potatoes and dump gravy all over it. I’ll pick up a nice soft buttered dinner roll cut it in half and take a little of everything om my plate and smash it together. Drag the entire thing through gravy and ignore the world as I experience my zen moment.

You can see from that description why I need my Wii Fit! I’ll eat as much as I can, wait about an hour and hop back in for more. I have never one time gone out to eat for Thanksgiving. There is, however, a great Restaurant in Syracuse called Plainville Turkey Farm that has a Thanksgiving buffet every day. When I’m in town I can’t resist stopping by. Oh, I want it now.

I always dress up for holidays. I enjoy getting dressed up and I think it shows respect for family and tradition to look your best on a holiday. This year we’re spending it as a pot luck with our neighbors in the cul de sac. All 7 houses are new in town and we all decided to get together and eat together. We each have kids the same age who will all be growing up and going to school together, and all us adults are the same age. We’re going to bring food and drinks and let the kids frolic, get our drink on and not have to worry about driving home.

The crappy part is that I’m sick. I’ve been fine but the baby hasn’t been feeling well. I figured it was teething, but when I slowly fell apart yesterday I realized he has a cold and he passed it to me. My left ear hurts, throat is closed. I can’t talk (*GASP!*) and I have lava butt. I woke up this morning worse than yesterday. I’m sticking to my red fuzzy robe and slippers today, and if I’m not feeling better I’m going to have to skip tomorrow too.

Just thinking about that brings tears to my eyes. I figure I’ll just stick at home with the baby and send Ryan and Jake along next door to socialize and eat. I get the vibe the neighbors don’t like me so much, so I don’t think they’ll be offended if I keep to the couch. I know they LIKE me, I mean come on, I’m awesome. I think I’m just the Peg Bundy of the Sac. I am new to the area, but I only moved from about 40 minutes North of here so I have a ton of friends and I go out all the time.

My husband isn’t a bar guy. He prefers to have a beer or three a year from the comfort of his home. I didn’t start drinking until I was in my mid twenties, and I’m the most social person out there. Drinking in a house makes me antsy and I have to go out and socialize if I do. Ry loves it because he can go to bed at ten without me bothering him reading with all the lights on in bed.

So I typically head to karaoke with my friends once or twice a week. I could be completely off with this, but I just get the feeling some folks think that just because I’m a mom, I’m not allowed to go to a bar without my husband. I think that’s crap. I like bars, I like getting away from life as a SAHM and I LOVE to sing. Because I have in my head they disapprove, it makes me keep my distance. I’m fairly sure I cause all my own drama.

So there’s my Thanksgiving. I’m going to make sweet, sweet love to my dinner plate and try my best to enjoy myself. I wont let my insecurities stop me from being who I really am, and hopefully I’m feeling better because there’s nothing better than a huge social gathering with lots of my favorite food and beer.

BEER. Ahhh. Beer. I wonder if they have a karaoke machine?