Happy Black Friday!

I'm not sure if anyone reads blogs since most people seem to be out looking for $5 computers or something, but here I am.

I've done the Black Friday thing before, it's fun sometimes, but now I'm just kinda sitting here half-heartedly perusing Black Friday Deals,but I am kind of partial to some of the Calphalon stuff.

However, I'm not sure how the kids would feel about cookware for Christmas.

We really need do to need to get on the ball and get the shopping done, but, other than the big items they want the most, Busy Dad and I have totally different ideas about what to get the kids, so we just postpone the shopping.

A couple of years ago, I cranked out all the shopping early, but he ended up mad that I had spent the Christmas money and didn't get the kids what he thought they should have.

Yes, I know. Most people would just make a list.

Apparently, we aren't most people.

He's gone out to get something he saw in the Target flier, bless his heart.

He'll figure it out pretty quickly.

Remember when we used to put up blog entries on holidays and take a few minutes to visit our blog friends to wish them a happy day?

Yeah, seems like we don't do that anymore.

Then again, if I actually wrote something every now and then, that might make things easier.

I swear, I have no idea how so much time passes. I look up and haven't written anything in a couple of weeks.

Sometimes, people ask me how I think of things to write about, and I usually reply that entries just kind of find me.

I guess they haven't been looking for me lately or something.

I think I'll try NaBloPoMo.

How hard could it be to post every day until the end of November?

I'm all over that.

Longtime readers know that Thanksgiving for us with Busy Dad's family is always a little...different.

This year didn't disappoint, despite the fact that this year we didn't celebrate in the Little Cabin on the Major Highway in Deliverance.

We celebrated in a volunteer fire department training center (unclear if it was abandoned or not. Not joking.) down the street from The Little Cabin on the Major Highway.

In the suburbs of Deliverance, if you will.

The food was good, and despite how I sound, it's good that now we don't have to go down there for Christmas we got to see my MIL and her family, but we dragged my poor dad down there with us.

He's tolerated the Little Cabin on the Major Highway each year since my mother died, but this expedition may have inspired him to learn to cook his own turkey.

I'm an only child, and I didn't have this either, but I wish my kids had lots of cousins to see and play with at holiday time while the grown-ups sit around and do whatever grown-ups do.

My kids have one cousin on Busy Dad's side, but he's a young adult now, so there's not a lot of reuniting with family for them.

Now, I realize this may only be a fantasy, and having cousins around may not be all it's cracked up to be, but since I have 3 kids, maybe my grandchildren will have the experience my kids and I didn't.

But, first I guess I'll have to get these three grown up and off my payroll.

OK, OK. I hope they're grown up and off my payroll before I have grandchildren.