The holidays are upon us despite disapproval from those who believe that my little piece of holly up in the top corner is the ultimate icon for Christmas. That's winter holly! Beefing about my holly is not allowed. After Thanksgiving it will morph into Christmas Holly because it's my blog and I can do that. No beefing before turkey. Beef = bad. Turkey = good. Beef with gravy = good. Christmas Holly = good. Turkey and Holly = bad. Hospital me no likey.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays next to Christmas. Family, food, and flexing my cooking skills with a mouth-watering display of Chocolate Rum Chocolate Chip Cheesecake, best in the county. Anything that takes alcohol and 2 pounds of cream cheese has to be good.
In light of the holidays, I usually post something like Dave Barry's Turkey Day. But today I leave you with a gem from my children. Speaking of children, I have another beef with my recent label of "Mom Blog"(oh, no you di-int'!!).
Since I am now a "Mom Blog", and regardless of my eclectic displays of daily brilliance, I have to post some Mom-ish things to live up to that moniker. Be glad it's not breast-feeding and poopy diaper stories because women who blog, who also happen to have children and families, apparently have only those things to offer their readers. ~snarky-snarky~
Albuquerque Turkey
- Anonymous
(Sung to the tune of 'Clementine')
Albuquerque he's my turkey
Oh he's feathered and he's fine
He wobbles and he gobbles
And I'm awfully glad he's mine.
He's the best pet
You could ever get.
Better than a dog or cat.
Albuquerque he's my turkey
And I'm awfully glad of that.
Albuquerque he's my turkey
He's so cozy in his bed
Because for our Thanksgiving dinner
We had scrambled eggs instead.
Albuquerque he's my turkey
Oh he's feathered and he's fine
He wobbles and he gobbles
And I'm awfully glad he's mine.
He's the best pet
You could ever get.
Better than a dog or cat.
Albuquerque he's my turkey
And I'm awfully glad of that.
Albuquerque he's my turkey
He's so cozy in his bed
Because for our Thanksgiving dinner
We had scrambled eggs instead.
(no "mom blogs" have been hurt or injured in the production of this post)
18 comments:
OK, if I made that cheesecake, I would eat the whole thing. Then subsequently gain 20 pounds. Thanks alot.
*LOL*
i only hit listal once before getting to comment as number 2!!
hey, i like your song...it's really hip hopping..i think we should put it to a hip hop tune, hey mr. dj, Pon de replay.....do you think i qualify as a mom blog? BWAHAAHAAAAAA
For the record, I love your holly....and I'm SO stealing your song! It RULES!
I dont care ifn your a Mom Blog or not, your entertaining to me in my mundane life! THANK YOU!
I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts!!! Can't wait to try out that cheesecake recipe...as soon as I finish the meds I am on...no alcohol allowed ;)BTW.....I love the touch of holly over in the corner there...like it is sneaking in for an attack..
Cheesecake is one of my favorites and that recipe sounds deelish!
Ha ha! I am making a "no guilt" pumpkin cheesecake. It is so low in fat and calories it is freaky. And it is good too, surprisingly enough.
Your cheesecake sounds so yummy! Pattie is worried she will gain twenty pounds, but the cheesecake itself only weighs so much (definitely not twenty pounds) so she should not worry. She would only gain the weight of the cheesecake, eh? Maybe? I always wondered about that....
From one "mommy blogger" to another (kidding, just kidding, don't shoot ;-), I don't know which is funnier, Dave Barry's Turkey Day or the Albuquerque Turkey song. Got banjo? ;-)
I think the Turkey Holly is so cool...don't ever change it.
Hmmm... cheesecake sounds good. I just got a pumpkin cheesecake out of the oven. Had to do a test run before Turkey Day just in case it taste like crap. But if it doesn't? Well, twice as much for me!
That song has brightened my day. Thank you.
Dibs on the Cheese Cake!!!!!
Girl, you are cracking me up.
Where's the cheesecake?
If you resort to poopy diaper stories you will lose me... then again, I could write about some poopy dog butt stories. That could be a fair exchange.
I am going to be having a pork roast with gravy this Thanksgiving (unless SaurKid digs his heels in and says NO!) The rest of it will fall into place.
Thanks for the ear bug. I read this earlier today on my feedburner but didn't get the chance to comment. Since then I've been singing "Albuquerque he's my turkey..."
Funny.
I love that song.
I'm a mom blog. To the best of my recollection I haven't written about shitty diapers, but I have written about my neighbour pissing on my toes.
Does that count?
Labels, shmabels - don't let them put you in box Em! (Can I call you "Em," probably not right?)I feel the same as you, I'm a Mom, yes, but also a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend, a cousin, a writer, a comic and a occasionally, a big pain in the a**. You can't apply one label to chicks like us. Unless of course, doing so sends 500 Moms to my blog on a daily basis. Then label away! Label away!
Happy Thanksgiving and ....it's the offical start to the holiday season!
Merry Christmas!
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