Turkey and Tools

THANKSGIVING DAY:

When I was growing up, Thanksgiving was a special holiday second only to Christmas and my mom always hosted the dinner. She planned it for a weeks and we literally cleaned the house the whole week before because after all you couldn't let people see how you really lived. The day of the event everything was in place and the whole family was in their Sunday best. The Grand parents came also dressed to the nines. There were relish trays and drinks beforehand and the meal itself was a sight to behold. Oh those were the Norman Rockwell days.................

Fast forward to Thanksgiving 2011. Let me set the scenario for you. It is 60 degrees and beautiful out! I am hosting Thanksgiving dinner like always. I decide that TODAY would be a good day on starting to put windows in. I mean after all, did you catch the part about the kick ass weather we are having in the Midwest??? So I get up and start tearing apart the sun room. I mean really how hard could it be to get those windows out and the new ones framed up and slapped back in? Well let me tell you how it went:

Worked from 8 until  11:50

The neighbor stopped down to borrow some orange snow fence at 11:50. (I might have BS'ed too long)

The turkey got in at promptly 12:47pm. (47 minutes late)

My mom shows up at 1:30 (an hour early)

My kitchen and sun room looked like a tornado had hit (think F5 tornado)

I ate my basic Thanksgiving dinner unshowered, in sweats and a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. (very sexy if you have never seen the look)

The food was awesome. (but so much for the days of the Norman Rockwell settings).

Windows not in. (Shit! but that is okay because I spent the morning listening to and thinking  fantasizing about Jason Aldean. )  

The good news is, I found the old clap board siding underneath the 1/4 laminate they had nailed up to the wall. I am seriously thinking about keeping it and cleaning and painting it: It looks very nostalgic and I think it would work in a laundry room, pics to come.