Well, poop. Back to reality tomorrow. Back to getting up early and working and going to bed early and less pie.
Can we talk about pie for a moment? My mother made pecan pie for Thanksgiving. I’d never had it before and let me tell you. Life changing. I only ate one piece of pumpkin pie and that never happens.
But one. One might be the loneliest number. But it’s my blog theme of the day! One. And won. It’s been a fun filled, “one more piece of pie” kind of long weekend. Every weekend needs to be like this.
The Baby turned one today. I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around this. I mean, seriously, this time last year I was in post turkey/Christmas decorating after glow and BAM. Four hours later I popped out a baby. And looked good doing it! The above photograph is his smash cake. I had never heard of smash cakes until I was in high school. For the uninitiated, a smash cake is a one year old’s personal cake. To wriggle in. Nay, says I. Call me an old meanie, but I refuse to let the birthday boy roll in delicious cake when we could be eating it. Cake covered children is not my idea of fun. But now my baby is a whole year old. I’m a little devastated. I might be eating the smash cake on my own.
Won. Something I won’t be doing with NaNoWriMo! Yeah, I know, there’s still 5 big days left, but I’m waaaay behind. I wrote about ten pages last night and topped 36,000 words. I cooked too much, ate too much, and hosted too many parties. I kept falling asleep at the keyboard. A big line of xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx, alas, will not add to my tally. So, although I’m not a “winner” by challenge standards, I’m pretty darn happy with my progress. I’m 130 pages in and, just because November ends, doesn’t mean I have to.
One. I cooked one of the biggest turkeys my family has ever had–upside down and in champagne. It. Was. Amazing. Okay. It was cheap champagne. And it was a 21 pound turkey. But it was insane. On a side note, I almost passed out when I fought with the still-frozen-to-the-inside-turkey-neck for ten minutes and it still refused to budge and I, stupidly, hadn’t eaten breakfast. So, yeah, note for next year: take out of the freezer a day earlier. Or partake in a sizable breakfast.
Won. Something I’d like to do if I decide to enter a writing contest. I’ve never entered a contest before. I prefer to stay undefeated by not competing. But, I’m part of a writing group and for their annual conference, they have a writing competition. One of the categories is Novel Beginnings. It’s only 15 bucks to enter and you get a brief critique of your piece. I’m leaning towards entering. I’m terrified.
One. Tonight was a one piece of cake, one piece of pecan pie kind of night. I have to get up by 4:45am tomorrow so I’m figuring, hey. Savor the night.
It was a fabulous weekend, guys. I’m happy. I’m five pounds heavier. More importantly, I made progress on “manuscript” and that’s awesome. Only like…130 more pages to go.
And maybe another piece of pie.