mushy dinner, brains and fingers. otherwise known as an update? maybe?

Posted bycasey coombsPosted inToo lazy to label.

I would like you all to know that my Thanksgiving plate was perfectly divided into sixths with nothing overlapping. I do not like my foods to touch. Syrup and eggs on the same plate?

I’d rather wear ill fitting skinny jeans everyday for a month in August.

While pregnant.

Cody on the other hand piles everything on top of everything else, stirs it around and glops jelly on top (since our hotel is fresh out of cranberry sauce he made do with a couple of tiny pots of blackberry jam.)

My brain currently feels like what Cody’s Thanksgiving meal looked like. It all went together but you couldn’t tell where one thing started and another thing ended. And occasionally there’s a bite of who knows what with something crunchy on top snuck in there for good measure.

This living in a hotel thing isn’t horrible. But I don’t love it. Very close to stir crazy. I’ve been rotating about four outfits since I left for Utah in the middle of November. Everything else is packed up in a box. You know what else is packed up in a box that is driving me bonkers? My personalized stationary. I really like writing notes with it. Even if the note is just “I must be a grown up because I have stationary with my name on it!”

Tiny Prints Personalized Card

I have all these thank you notes I want/need to write but refuse to write them on hotel stationary. So by the time they are actually uncovered I’ll have to write something like “HI. Sorry I didn’t write to you sooner to say thanks but I HAD to write it on this card because hello? LOOK HOW PRETTY! But they were all packed away in a box where I couldn’t get to them.”

I also slammed my middle finger in the door of a 2010 Camaro leaving it multicolored and without feeling except for searing throbbing pain.

I’ve finally learned how to type without it. *phew* I’ll have to tell you all about the Camaro, and my finger, however we’re still currently in mourning over the fact that we had to give the Camaro back.

In the meantime. What’s going on with you? Anything new? I’d really like to know. Unless it involves a hotel. Then just lie to me.

64 thoughts on “mushy dinner, brains and fingers. otherwise known as an update? maybe?”

  5. I hate having my food touch.. I’d rather have 2 or 3 plates where the food isn’t touching than to have it touch..

    Also, sometimes I think I would rather live in a hotel so I don’t have to clean anything. I hate cleaning..

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  7. Maybe when you move into your new home, you can have a “proper” Thanksgiving dinner with your own table in your own dining room, cooked in your own kitchen, no matter what the date is – it will be a true Thanksgiving day.

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    1. @CaySedai, I love this idea!

      We had Thanksgiving at my family’s home, his family’s home… and then made our own feast in our home on Sunday. Mostly to make sure that my husband got the foods he wanted for his holiday meal. But also to make our home the center of what we are thankful for- our home, each other, our friends and family.

      Hope your finger feels better soon! I did that a few years back (on a Toyota ECHO so not nearly so exciting) and still have a scar on the pad of my finger where the door cut me. OUCH.

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  8. Oh yes – or rather, NO – to the eggs-and-syrup-SHUDDER. I don’t mind SO much with some items, when the flavors go together, but other things just CAN NOT TOUCH NO SIR NO HOW.

    I was trying to do NaBloPoMo and didn’t exactly make it, but tonight my darling husband donated 2 hours of child free time and I was able to post today, PLUS prepublish two more posts for this week. It’s all festive or something! 🙂 Yay for days off work.

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  9. nothing new here. I didn’t blog for a month. I’m trying to woo my husband into purchasing a DSLR for me with sexual acts and it’s sort of starting to make me feel like a hooker, but i like it. Oh! And I put up my xmas trees. They’re pretty. One with all of my daughter Allie and I’s pink ornaments, and a regular tree with polka dotted stuff.
    If there are any hotels in my future, it will all have to do with getting the camerea.

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  11. Did I ever tell you about the time I slammed my finger in a sliding glass door? It was when I was three, so the door? Was heavy. My first memory, I think.

    Also slammed my finger in the car door in junior high.

    So, I feel your pain, is what I’m saying.

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  12. Ouch! I closed my thumb in a door not too long ago. The bloody, bruised part of my nail is still growing out.

    My dad and I are the same way with our food; nothing can touch, unless it already naturally goes together. Syrup and pancakes? Okay. Syrup and bacon? EEW. Turkey and gravy? Yum. Turkey and saucy green beans? Blegh.

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  13. Ouch ouch ouch ouchy finger. Hope it’s in typing condition again soon.

    I’ve basically got nothing exciting to say, except why am I procrastinating my “Cyber Monday” shopping by reading blogs… my reader will still be here tomorrow, you know?

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  14. Yowza! That hurts me to look at it. I just finished NaBloPoMo today (after failing last year, so I’m sorta proud). Going back to work after a glorious 5 day weekend. Less excited about it than I probably should be. Graded 200 papers in the past 2 days. Never want to read or talk about the play they were reviewing ever, ever again. Also, just misspelled my name 4 times when typing my twitter handle up there. GAH.

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  15. Casey! Put some tea tree oil on that thing at least three times a day! Seriously, it’ll help.

    Thanksgiving is interesting for me. Momma always had an all-American feast but I married a Mexican boy. So we have enchiladas and green and red chile and vidello (sp?)… very bizarre menu if you ask me.

    As far as what I’m up to? Have you heard of NaNoWriMo? (www.nanowrimo.org) November is National Novel Writer’s Month and millions of us all over the world are trying to write 50,000 words in 30 days. Definately a challenge. I didn’t think I’d finish in time, but it looks like I probably will!

    That is, if I stop reading and commenting on people’s blogs… :p

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    1. @AG, Heh. I want your Thanksgiving menu. And yes, someone told me about NaNoWriMo-wanted to make me a character or something…I can barely write 200 words a day.

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  16. Yes, yes, yes on the foods not touching. If there was supposed to be creamed spinach in my stuffing it would have been in the recipe!

    I’m sure the people you need to write notes to understand that your life is in boxes right now and will appreciate that you want to give them only your best (when it becomes available again).

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  18. Just wait ’til you get to write your new home’s return address on all those thank you notes soon. The euphoria is actually better than the first time you write your new name after being married.

    As for us, Indy weather was cold this year for Tgiving week. No fair, I could’ve stay home for that!

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  19. Does it count that I was at a resort in Puerto Vallarta last week? Cuz that’s not really a hotel.

    If it’s any consolation, my finger hurts for yours. That looks horrible!

    And I’m on your side about the eggs and syrup. ICK!

    I absolutely loved your stationery comment: “I must be a grown up because I have stationary with my name on it!” *snort* Good one!

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  20. We had family out visiting from Utah. I miscalculated on the Turkey and everything was done before the bird. Luckily dinner still turned out yummy!

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  21. Wow, that finger looks horrible. I actually thought you had lipstick smeared on it when I first saw the photo.

    I used to not like my foods to touch; but I got over it in my 30s. I should send you my nice china divided plates from Williams Sonoma – that I don’t use anymore.

    Nothing else new here. New boyfriend – this one’s nice so let’s hope he sticks around, k?

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  22. Dood. That finger totally looks like Elmer Fudd came along and whopped it with a cartoon sledge hammer. But that Camaro? Worth every throbbing minute of it, no?

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  24. I put up my own Christmas tree all alone for the first time ever all by myself. It’s Charlie Brown-ish, but it’s mine. Although, when you live alone, it’s sort of like, who’s going to enjoy my Christmas tree but me?

    And I saw New Moon twice. Because I’m 29 and that shallow.

    Louisville is boring.

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    1. @Kim,

      But maybe “shallow” isn’t the right word to call myself, because I loved New Moon both times. Nerdy? Can I say I’m that nerdy? Or whatever I am.

      Louisville is still boring.

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  26. Well, let’s see… My brother comes home in 26 hours from his mission!!! You want to go to the airport for me since I can’t be there?

    For Thanksgiving I made three pies: pumpkin, apple, and chocolate my hubby (the real cook in our house) made the mashed potatoes and real
    cranberry sauce. My mil did the rest.
    I’ve been told by all my sibling I
    have to recreate the pies at
    Christmas… Should be fun! Do you
    think Indy will deliver snow for me? Really it’s the only reason I come home 😉

    anyway, there’s my randomness for ya.

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  27. I read through the comments looking for it and I don’t see the answer to my burning query – where’d ya get that stationary? I heart it very much and would order me some asap. With my own pics of course. And maybe a pic of you too, just cause you’re so dad-gum cute.

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  28. That is one amazing card…I mean bruise on the finger, ouch!

    Back to the card, looks like something you’d design if you could afford anything, right? Amazing.

    Kisses to the finger, looks horrible and hope it heals quickly so you can write in those cards.

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