Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday. It’s always been an event for my extended family. Most of my mom’s siblings live in the same town, so it was natural to celebrate in the same place. At its zenith there were 25+ people attending, from grandparents to aunts/uncles to cousins to nieces/nephews.
In spite of (or maybe because of) the large crowd, Thanksgiving was always a casual and come-as-you-are affair. My mom is the oldest sibling and as such had the right of first refusal to host dinner, but occasionally her next in line sibling, Katie, hosted. In either case, the format was the same. Each family was responsible for some dish, which was mostly done but needed some final touches right before dinner was served. Families trickled in starting in late afternoon and the cookers did their thing in the kitchen. I was not a cooker. I was an eater.
My only real Thanksgiving responsibility was to gorge myself so that there weren’t too many leftovers. It was great! I came through in the clutch 100% of the time. There was nothing else I had to do or worry about. That is, until Katie threw a curveball in 1996. Continue reading The Thankful Habit
I have been delinquent about posting regularly on my blog. For shame…It’s not because I’m not writing, it’s because I am working on a piece I hope to be published for realz (aka externally). Regardless, that’s a poor excuse to leave the blog dormant for a month.
My birthday is coming up so I think it’s a good time to revisit one of my favorite posts on wishing people happy birthday. Over the past year, I’ve made an even more concerted effort to wish my friends well on their big day. Continue reading Revisiting The Birthday Habit
Cue up the theme song from the Greatest American Hero (and George Constanza’s answering machine):
Believe it not Don isn’t at home (with his parents)
Please leave a message at the beep
I’m not around (anymore) or I’d pick the phone
Where could I be?!?
HellOOOOO Chicago! I am back!
6+ months ago I shamelessly announced I was unemployed and living with my parents. It was bar none, the most attention grabbing blog post I’ve written to date. I’ll admit it was a little self-indulgent. Who am I kidding? It was a lot self-indulgent. Continue reading Guess Who’s Back!
I’ve advocated before for always having a back up plan, but the more I think about it that isn’t necessarily true. Having a back up plan can sometimes blows up in your face, not only once but twice.
Back in 2011 I decided to run not 1 but 2 marathons in a month, first the Chicago Marathon and then the New York City Marathon. Chicago was the ‘real’ race where I would try to run my fastest time ever (below 2:50:00) and NYC would be a running tour of the 5 Burroughs. Ideally, the latter would be more of a vacation than a race. (Yes, I’m one of those weirdos that has to be productive even on a vacation.)
Of course, it did not turn out that way. Things rarely go as perfectly as I plan. Continue reading When Back Up Plans Fail