A Thanksgiving Splat

This is one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories.

My kids were about 3 and 4 when the word Splat became the one known for desert. We were at my parents house for Thanksgiving dinner and there was an awesome looking raspberry pie for desert. Erik was not overly fond of most meals, in fact, more than one meal was spent playing with his toys under the dinning table. We grew accustomed to him spending time under the table while we ate, but this meal was different because

he sure did love pie.

We were all mostly done with our big feast when the anticipation of that pie got to be too much for my youngest child. He suddenly pops up and announces "I'm going to go get that pie!" Several of us shout no as he ran into the kitchen where that pie was setting on a counter that was several inches taller than he was. I had jumped up to follow him and caught up with him just in time to see him on his toes and reaching with all of his might to get that pie in his arms. As you can guess it fell to the floor..upside down.  Although I will never forget the sound of that pie hitting the floor, I also know that I would never be able to give it justice if I try to explain it. Lets just say that it sounded like a raspberry pie would sound as it splat to the floor.

My overly sensitive son ran to hide because he was afraid he was in trouble, and well, that pie just looked so good to him. One of my parents chased after him to tell him everything was OK. The other parent, I'm not sure which, helped me to scoop the upside down pie back into the pie pan. We giggled as our goo covered hands attempted to make that pie whole again. We continued to giggle as we proudly carried the pie into the dinning room where everyone, including my tear stained child,

 waited for us to dish out desert.  

Erik still smiles when we call a pie "Splat"

and this post has really made me laugh.

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Sesame Street

Every week I spend countless hours looking up guitar tabs for various songs per my sons request. I have added the song "It's Not Easy Being Green" sung by Kermit the Frog to my play list. This is one of the latest songs he has asked me for. At first I just smiled and shook my head knowing this is not an odd selection for someone like my Eg to ask for. Now as I listen to it, I realize that maybe it is a song that actually resembles how most all of us have felt at some time or another.

Hmm. Maybe the producers of Sesame Street really do know what they are talking about.

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My smiling friend

My friend Linda has been in my life since we were 15 years old. She is the friend that I have often called my personal cheerleader. The first thing anyone will notice about Linda is her smile. It is a smile that goes all the way from her heart to her eyes. Oh she has a temper, but even if I don't talk to her for long periods of time, I can see her picture on facebook and feel she is smiling at me.

We met as Juniors in high school. We were both new to the school but did not know that the other was also new. As Linda put it, we very shyly danced around the possibility of getting to know each other. It was a friendship that developed into a means of having someone to tell our secrets and fears to, knowing we would not be judged. We laughed a lot and were really kind of weird, but it did not matter because we each had found someone special to fit in with.

One time we bought these shinny jogging shorts and t shirts, hers was red and mine blue and when we would go jogging we were really really stylin! On April 1st I called Linda to go jogging. I told her to start running my way and I would run her way. I thought I was so funny as I tried to drive up behind her, planning to honk my horn and say April Fools.  Trouble was that she was a little faster than I thought and I did not catch up with her until she was almost at my house.

I think she is still pretty fast but I wonder if she still wears her 1978 style red jogging shorts??

It was with Linda, in the back of a 5th wheel on a camping trip with her parents, that I first mooned someone. There was a trucker driving behind us and we raised the curtain in the bathroom and stuck our butts up at him and then we laughed and laughed.  If you know me well you know that I have mooned many times since then, but I will always fondly remember the rush of fear we got that first time.

Not to date myself, but when we went to watch the first Star Wars movie we were really funny...or so we thought.  There were some really odd boys sitting about 4 rows up from us. Someone, and I think it was Linda, threw the first piece of pop corn at their heads. We thought we were the most clever girls ever born as we pretended it was not us hitting them in the head with popcorn.. Fast forward to us trying to make a quick escape after the movie. They caught up with us but we told them we had a party to get to and they were welcome to follow us. Who would have thought they would follow us 30 miles down the road before pulling up next to us and asking where the heck we were going.  We had no party to go to but we did have a curfew to meet.
As a joke I handed them our phone numbers out of the moving car window.

Little did I know that not only was Linda a fast jogger, she believes in getting even.  Remember that April fools joke?   Linda had Tom, a friend of her bother, call me saying he was the popcorn head guy and he was in town, can he come over? Somehow I studder some stupid answer and hang up. I immediately called Linda, I guess her mom was counting backwards from 5 and I did not disappoint them with my calling speed. Imagine my  shock when Linda hands the phone to Tom.

This blog has made me look back and find these silly memories.

They seem pretty dumb now but we had fun.

Love you Linda!

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