Happy TGIVING! Or Thanksgiving if you say real words, or Turkey Day if you’re “one of those”. Don’t worry, I won’t judge you.
Currently blogging from the sun room of my grandparent’s New Jersey house, where it is unusually sunny but I’m not complaining. Rochester and Syracuse are officially the “Grey Twin Cities” in my book, so having sunshine here is like a Thanksgiving Miracle. No, miracles are not just for Christmas.
Being the good Syracuse fan that I am, I went to a sports bar with the men of the family last night to watch SU’s basketball game against Virginia Tech. If any of you watched that game last night, you saw the ridiculous amount of tripping going on. People tripping over themselves. Tripping over each other. Tripping onto the photographers, videographers, and commentators. Landing on each other’s heads with their crotches.
You would think they were on a trampoline or something.
Having stayed at the bar well through closing time and making friends with a cute bartender (“Do you go to Syracuse?” “Yeah I’m a SUperfan!” “Ohhhh very nice very nice let me turn the tv up for you” “Oh you are too kind”), the game was a success and Syracuse took the lead in the second half on a whirlwind. Freaking love SU. Dem boys know how to score the three-pointers.
That being said, I was highly caffeinated and came home to watch Grimm (I’m obsessed) and eventually sleep. Woke up this morning to my sister whipping my face with her leggings. I promise it wasn’t abusive, but I did throw some offensive words out there. WhoopsieIdon’tcaresies.
Since it’s Thanksgiving, I woke up, thanked Mother Nature for the sunshine, and went down to pour myself some coffee. Thank you, grandma and grandpa, for making the most perfect home-brewed coffee ever. Thank you, grandma and grandpa, for buying me organic skim milk knowing full well that Stonyfield and I have a love affair. Thank you, New Jersey, for having amazing weather today and causing me to jump around everywhere.
I was also very thankful when Mamasita suggested we make oats in a pot. Oh Momma. You know me so well.
I made stove-tastic creamy oats with two cups of organic skim milk, one cup of old-fashioned oats, and one sliced banana. Split into two bowls, mine got topped with leftover maple-coated walnuts (omega-3′s, betches) and immediately photographed on the porch. Yello. Wooden patio with crunchy-looking leaves everywhere, talk about my cup of tea!
These nuts are actually the most magical thing ever. I’ve posted about them before, the cashews hands-down being the most magical. It’s like eating cookies. Anyways.
I had literally been sweating over the stove, and had to change into a ‘CUSE shirt and monkey shorts. Don’t judge. I honestly think that I brought the sunshine with me. You may think that is ironic because there is no sunshine in Rochester but let me tell you. I poop sunshine and sprinkles, and sneeze glitter. This sunshine is like the red carpet of travel. “Congratulations! You came here at the perfect time, and now we’re going to reward you with the delicious love of Mother Nature!” Thanks, Mama Natch. Youdabest.
But since it is Thanksgiving, I need to be honest. I am so thankful for my family. As much as I want to yell and scream at them the majority of the time and eat their faces off (in a non-cannibalistic way, of course), I love them, and they love me. They’ve brought me to where I am today. Family isn’t always ever perfect, but it’s always going to be there for you and love you and think you poop sunshine and sprinkles.
And that’s what love, family, and thanksgiving is for.