Lindsey

I cannot believe that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Crazy ridiculous.
Again this year we are hosting the can’t afford to go home for Thanksgiving Thanksgiving celebration. I will be making a relish tray, deviled eggs, shrimp dip, gravy, mashed potatoes, and ding ding ding a turkey. I also made a homemade (from the pumpkin!) pumpkin pie that is in the freezer for today. It is amazing, and I know this because I made two of them when I made them. So if you thought I stuck my finger in it and tasted it, you are gross.
What I hate about hosting is cleaning. I know they don’t care if i scrubbed the corners of the bathroom, but I do. Thanks mom for instilling the need to clean the house before anyone comes over. I think there are many acquaintances that believe we always have our house clean. Its not far from the truth because we have people over weekly, but I’m good at leaving things laying around and Bryce is good at not noticing there are little nasty things in need of removal from the floor. So between the two of us, we haven’t caught any diseases of disgustingness.
The word ending ness reminds me to just say that I went on a three blog commenting binge today, and for some reason I was full of things to say, most of them inappropriate so if you think the final product is bad, I’m glad you didn’t read the originals. I was what I would call “feisty” for the cats today. Feisty is when you are trying to be funny or playful and really, you are a kinda nasty, and I stopped reading blogs so I wouldn’t comment anymore today. In partial unrelatedness, one of the cats definetely needs to hit the litterbox because they let something all kinds of nasty go. That or a small baby skunk got in here and dropped its stink gland on the floor.
Last night we played trivia, as we do on some Tuesdays. It was super packed and loud due to it being a night where they gave away good prizes, so I feel like we weren’t able to concentrate well enough to get some good scores, and also I was born in 1984. I was not living in the 40’s-81, and so I don’t know pop culture from this period. So we didn’t do so hot.
To those who may not know we should be home the Saturday before Christmas. I think we will be staying most nights at my parents house, because Paula doesn’t want me to stay, evidenced by the addition of Jet. I’m only kidding about that being purposeful, but it does present a problem for me, since I have not been exposed to dogs since July, i will probably have to be heavily medicated when visiting their house, and sleeping there would probably literally kill me. I’m sure Bryce will stay there a few times, so have no fear Rausch family, he will grace you with shirtless rendevous through the house. It will be very weird for everyone I think, the idea that we are now married and staying with each other. I don’t think a boy has ever stayed at my parents house, so I’m sure it will be weird to them and it will probably be weird for Bryce since he is rarely at my parents house when we are home. I’ve spent a few random nights at the Rausch’s and have practically lived there during the day many summers and weekends and Christmas vacations, but the other way around definetely is new.
I also am still looking for jobs. I have found one in MN, but it is in Bemidji. Which is like heaven on Earth for old me, and still sounds pretty good to east-coasted me. Hunting, fishing, affordable housing… but for Bryce, he’s not into hunting and fishing and he has grown accustomed to big city life. He says he doesn’t think he could even live in Sioux Falls. Which probably puts WI out since there aren’t really big cities there either. So now I’m confused about where to look, since I’d ruled out places like Maryland and California for lack of desire to move to another random large city. He wants to continue working with ADP as a field rep somewhere, and northern MN isn’t an option for that. So… I’m kind of back to square one since the Minneapolis job turned me down for lack of experience.
I will probably drop back off of the blogging planet again here, as the next few weeks will be out of control. The director of the program has literally apologized for making this semester ridiculous, but says it had to be done this way. So tears for me and I will see everyone at Christmas. Unless something needing a post comes up, that is.