Mom, Dad, and my sister, Liz, came up for Thanksgiving this year. We had it at Maureen's house (Barb's Sister-In-Law). There was enough food to feed a small army!
Friday, November 26, 2004
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Turkey Trivia!
¨The first Thanksgiving celebration lasted three days.
¨The first Thanksgiving took place in the fall of 1621.
¨The Pilgrims didn't use forks.
¨Only about one-third of the original colonists were Puritans.
¨In 1941, Congress passed a proclamation naming Thanksgiving a legal holiday to be observed on the fourth Thursday in November.
¨The Mayflower's crossing took 66 days.
¨Evidence indicates that turkeys have been around for more than 10 million years.
¨Turkey eggs hatch in 28 days.
¨A baby turkey is called a "poult."
¨A mature turkey has about 3,500 feathers.
¨More than 45 million turkeys are consumed during Thanksgiving.
¨The typical 15-pound turkey is 70 percent white meat and 30 percent dark meat.
¨The Pilgrims never celebrated a second Thanksgiving.
¨A male turkey is called a "Tom." A female turkey is called a "hen."
¨The Mayflower was a merchant vessel. Before transporting the Pilgrims, the ship was in the wine trade, and before that, in the fish trade.
¨The "caruncle" is the reddish, fleshy growth on the head and upper neck of a turkey. The red, fleshy growth from the base of a turkey's beak that hangs down over the neck is called the "snood."
¨Ninety-five percent of Americans eat turkey on Thanksgiving.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Oh, and by the way...IT'S SNOWING! AND My Family is HERE! (Pictures later...)
¨The first Thanksgiving took place in the fall of 1621.
¨The Pilgrims didn't use forks.
¨Only about one-third of the original colonists were Puritans.
¨In 1941, Congress passed a proclamation naming Thanksgiving a legal holiday to be observed on the fourth Thursday in November.
¨The Mayflower's crossing took 66 days.
¨Evidence indicates that turkeys have been around for more than 10 million years.
¨Turkey eggs hatch in 28 days.
¨A baby turkey is called a "poult."
¨A mature turkey has about 3,500 feathers.
¨More than 45 million turkeys are consumed during Thanksgiving.
¨The typical 15-pound turkey is 70 percent white meat and 30 percent dark meat.
¨The Pilgrims never celebrated a second Thanksgiving.
¨A male turkey is called a "Tom." A female turkey is called a "hen."
¨The Mayflower was a merchant vessel. Before transporting the Pilgrims, the ship was in the wine trade, and before that, in the fish trade.
¨The "caruncle" is the reddish, fleshy growth on the head and upper neck of a turkey. The red, fleshy growth from the base of a turkey's beak that hangs down over the neck is called the "snood."
¨Ninety-five percent of Americans eat turkey on Thanksgiving.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Oh, and by the way...IT'S SNOWING! AND My Family is HERE! (Pictures later...)
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Been Laughing All Day...
I'm teaching cleavage and fracture as properties of minerals to the kids this week, which they, of course, are loving. They are loving it because I mention the word "CLEAVAGE" in class. Everytime I say it, they snicker. It's hard not to laugh with them...but I keep my serious face on and look at them disapprovingly. Lord help me when I get to the metamorphic rock "SCHIST". (Because in my class, I have little pieces of "Schist," and big pieces of "Schist." I have one piece that is pitted, and covered tiny holes...it, of course, is "Hole-y Schist."
By the way...an update on Doug: He's in agony with his shingles, but it has not yet hampered his ability to see the television set. On Sunday, though, he explained that he only got to watch half of his football games, as one eye was completely swollen shut. He should be back to normal in a week or so, or at least as normal as one can be and still be British.
By the way...an update on Doug: He's in agony with his shingles, but it has not yet hampered his ability to see the television set. On Sunday, though, he explained that he only got to watch half of his football games, as one eye was completely swollen shut. He should be back to normal in a week or so, or at least as normal as one can be and still be British.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
4th Anniversary!
Liz and I have been married for 4 years today! We spent last night at the Holiday Inn in Niagara Falls. The room was very nice, and the hotel is right beside the Seneca Niagara Casino. We're enjoying our day off from school, and appreciate the fact that our Anniversary is also a National Holiday.
Also, it snowed again. I'm guessing at least 1/16th of an inch. I hate being teased.
Also, it snowed again. I'm guessing at least 1/16th of an inch. I hate being teased.
This was our hotel room, complete with a bathtub beside the bed. It's better than the Comfort Inn in Cleveland that had a big hole in the bathroom wall. Unbeknownst to us beforehand, we were on the "Executive" Floor and had access to free wine and cheese at night. It did make me wonder about the relationship between being an executive, and the need to bath outside of the bathroom. Something to consider, huh?
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Cat Bearing Gifts...
If the cat wants to go outside, he goes to the front door and scratches it, then begins to whine. If it is after 9:00, he is not allowed, thus making the whines longer, louder, and higher pitched. He is told to stop, but this direction he chooses to ignore.
After a good half hour of not getting his way, the cat tries a new strategy: gifts. Without a good mouse, roach, or bird around that he could kill and offer, he goes for the next best thing: a used teabag.
We are sitting in the den, having a nice conversation, when the teabag bearing cat saunters in, looks up at Barb, and places the teabag gently on the top of her feet. The cat stares at the teabag, then up at Barb, back to the teabag, then back to Barb. A little whimper says, "Can I go outside NNNNOOOOWWWW???"
Hooper, in the meantime, has discovered that the cat has gotten a hold of something without Hooper's permission, and Hooper is going bananas trying to get to the teabag. Barb, on the other hand, thinks that the cat has laid a dead mouse on her foot and begins to panic, while I sit back and try not to pee in my pants laughing.
Short story long, the cat did not go outside, Hooper sniffed the teabag and was immediately no longer interested, Barb hesitantly picked up the teabag, and I stopped laughing long enough to tell Liz the story, and to be able to write this down.
There is NEVER a dull moment here.
After a good half hour of not getting his way, the cat tries a new strategy: gifts. Without a good mouse, roach, or bird around that he could kill and offer, he goes for the next best thing: a used teabag.
We are sitting in the den, having a nice conversation, when the teabag bearing cat saunters in, looks up at Barb, and places the teabag gently on the top of her feet. The cat stares at the teabag, then up at Barb, back to the teabag, then back to Barb. A little whimper says, "Can I go outside NNNNOOOOWWWW???"
Hooper, in the meantime, has discovered that the cat has gotten a hold of something without Hooper's permission, and Hooper is going bananas trying to get to the teabag. Barb, on the other hand, thinks that the cat has laid a dead mouse on her foot and begins to panic, while I sit back and try not to pee in my pants laughing.
Short story long, the cat did not go outside, Hooper sniffed the teabag and was immediately no longer interested, Barb hesitantly picked up the teabag, and I stopped laughing long enough to tell Liz the story, and to be able to write this down.
There is NEVER a dull moment here.
Monday, November 08, 2004
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