Thanksgiving Dinner. At a restaurant? Yes, that's right. This year, my family of four - accompanied by my grandmother went out to dinner for Thanksgiving. So much for tradition and turkey - though some people had turkey at the Fisherman's Inn in Elburn, IL. Personally I chose the salmon; it was after all the Fisherman's Inn and if you're tossing tradition out, just through it the hell out completely. That's what I figure. Thank goodness my salmon didn't come whole like my dad's trout. My sister about vomited at the table.
My sister ordered soup. Something Rosa soup. We don't remember. She took one spoonful and made a face. "What?" I inquired. "It tastes like goat food." she replied. "Goat food??" I raised my eyebrows in question...serious question. When had Beth eaten goat food?? Thankfully she quickly followed it with this clarifying statement. "Well, it tastes like the smell of goat food from the petting zoo."
Not sure what to think I preceded to sample the soup. Unsure as to whether or not I would have arrived at the same conclusion independently, I must admit, my sister's taste buds were not failing as much as I first surmised they might be. Indeed. Goat food. Like the stuff we used to feed the goats at Randall Oaks Petting Zoo when we were six. Yummy!
How's that for a Happy Thanksgiving? I guess now we're going to play games. Maybe pin the tail on the goat.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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