Thursday, November 22, 2012

Some Turkey, Some Tears and Some Senses

Today has been one of my best Thanksgivings I can recall.  I slept in next to my incredible boyfriend who then got up and made me coffee with coconut creamer.

I scooped up the cat and marveled at her fluffiness and the velvety softness of her nose.

I eventually got around to making my assigned side dishes with my favorite tunes jamming through the house.  That is, after Erik ventured out to buy me a casserole dish.  A brownie pan is not suitable for a green bean casserole.  Or so he claims.  Whatever.

We get to my parents house where children and chaos ensue.  The nephews are chasing each other through the house, my sick little niece sounds like a two year old asthmatic smoker and the baby squeals like a cherubic stuck piglet every time I grab his leg rolls. 

Jazz Hands perfected!



Don't let those baby blues fool ya.  She's currently got the voice of an 80 year old lounge singer.



"Anonymous" with possibly the happiest baby in Utah.




 Dinner is aromatic and beyond delicious.  I forget to savor it and am full well before I want to be.

After dinner come games of air hockey, pool and crokinole.  Before I can be suckered into a frustrating game of crokinole that will most likely end with me flipping the board, scattering the pieces and frightening the children, I bundle up the kids and head out to the park.

She was not stoked to be in her brothers coat and stuck in a stroller that her incompetent Aunt allowed to fold in on her. 

Inevitably, one of the children have to be scolded after deliberately throwing a ball at his sisters face.  His apology dissolves into tears streaking down his little cheeks.  I pull him in for a hug and do my best not to crush the sweet tiny life out of him.

Because of Carrie's most recent post question,

You have to give up one of your senses.  Which one will it be and why?

I've been more aware of my senses today than the usual lackadaisical assumption that they're all still intact and fully functioning.  And now I'm being asked to hypothetically part with one of them?  How do you choose something like that?

To never bury my nose into the neck of my newest nephew and inhale his clean, perfect scent?
To never hear Erik's groggy, voice in the mornings after a night of me thrashing about and him apparently dreaming of Camelot say, "You were the most restless Ginger in all the realm last night".
To never be able to feel the warmth and strength of his hugs ever again?  Or the soft squishy rolls of fat baby legs?
To never see the love in his eyes mixed with mild amusement when he looks at me after I've done or said something particularly asinine.
Which leaves what?  Taste.  As tragic as it would be to give up being able to taste the salt on his neck or the tang of my favorite margarita, I can't fathom living my life missing the other parts of it that have come to mean so much to me.

And so, on this Thanksgiving, I'm grateful to have the healthy function of all of my senses.  Which also brings me to a side note.  Which shouldn't be a side note but I don't feel like it's my post to write.  Momo is a fellow blogger who I came to follow via Brett.  Brett just got back from visiting Momo a short while ago.  A trip that Momo had also invited me to meet up on.  Never having met me, or even talked to me other than online, she was willing to welcome me into her home.  That alone endeared me to her.

Last week, Momo had a stroke.  She's still in the hospital and that's where she's spent her Thanksgiving.  Even with all she's struggling with, she's been positive, upbeat, a fighter, and grateful.  Brett wrote a beautiful tribute to her here which made me equally glad to count him as a friend all over again.

So when you find a quiet moment during your Thanksgiving, please take a minute to say a prayer for Momo, send positive thoughts and be grateful.


28 comments:

  1. This was a great post on the senses. I haven't figured mine out, yet. I don't want to part with any of them!

    Happy Thanksgiving. I'm glad you had such a great one!

    And I'm sorry to hear about your friend. I hope she heals quickly.

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    1. I KNOW! I'm pretty fond of all of them. I hope you had a wonder Thanksgiving as well and thank you, she is doing well.

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  2. When I read the caption on your niece's picture, I pictured her talking like Tony Bennett.
    Erik isn't wrong about the casserole dish. Glad you had a great Thanksgiving.
    I feel like I've already given up my sense of smell. That one hasn't done me much good and I don't know if it still works until it's tested by a truly rancid smell.
    Sorry to hear about Momo. All the positive vibes I can manage are going her way.
    Also, thank you so very very much for your Movember donation. I, and men's buttholes everywhere, thank you.

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    1. Next Thanksgiving I'm going to make the turkey. Using a cupcake tray. In the microwave. Wanna come?

      Thank you for the positive vibes. They seem to be doing the trick.

      Try not to spend that $10 all on one butthole. Sorry, it was the day before payday.

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  3. Aw, Vixen...I will certainly pray for Momo. It's times like these that make us truly thankful for the most important things in life - and they aren't things.

    Love and hugs to you.

    Loved this post and enjoyed your descriptions of the idea of giving up one of your senses. It isn't an easy decision, is it?

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    1. Thank you for your prayers Carrie. Things like this really do put things back into perspective, don't they?

      Love and hugs to you and I hope you had a great Thanksgiving.

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  4. Sounds like you had a lovely Thanksgiving (what is Krokinole??) So sorry to hear about Momo--I hope it's a quick recovery for her.

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    1. Thanks TriGirl. She's doing well. :)

      It's this silly game where you flick little round wooden discs across a wooden board and try to get it in the hole in the middle or knock off the opponents pieces while keeping yours on the board. It's a stupid game. It's stupid because I suck at it.

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  5. I'm glad you had a great family day. As someone in love with food, I would have to choose losing my hearing over taste.

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    1. Oh I can't even imagine what you would do without your sense of smell or taste. You would not be a happy Tuna.

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  6. What is crokinole?!!? And I'd give up smell if I had too. Probably wouldn't miss it.

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    1. Please refer to TriGirls comment for the loose definition of the stupid stupid game.

      Smell seemed to be the popular answer for most of the others participating in the contest. There are just too many smells associating with favorite memories that I would miss too much.

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  7. Keeping my fingers crossed for Momo.

    P.S. If I really had to give up one of my senses, I'd give up... my sense of humor.

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    1. Thank you RCB!

      You absolutely can NOT give that one up. Sorry, but the world needs it.

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  8. Hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful!

    And I'll keep Momo in my prayers!

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    1. Thanks Alyx, it was and I hope yours was too.

      And thank you for your prayers!

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  9. sending prayers for momo love the post & I am following from my new blog I had to hide the old one but it was for nothing I was found by the unfriendlys any way ugh!! so no Rockin but I am still the same sassy Janice. Loved the photos you shared glad you had a great time and I went with smell to lose whew it was a tuffy :)

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    1. Thank you so much for your prayers! Stupid meanies. I don't understand them. They must not have a life to speak of.
      I hope you had a great Thanksgiving too Janice!

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  10. The Thanksgiving setting was the perfect background for this post to answer Carrie's question. You made it all so desirable that one should cry to even think of leaving one sense out. Again and again I reflect on how perfectly we have been made. My prayers will also be with Momo for God's grace and, she sounds like a treasure.

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    1. The human body, as much as it grosses me out some days, really is pretty freaking amazing!

      Thank you for your prayers Josie. She really is an awesome chick.

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  11. I'm not giving up any of my senses...even hypothetically!

    Sounds like you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Also Momo seems nice. Some of the best people I have never met are on the internet!

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    1. Way to take a stand!

      I really did and I hope yours was wonderful as well. Momo is incredibly nice! The world could use more Momo's.

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    1. Just a super lame game. Refer to TriGirls comment if you please.

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  13. god, i love crokinole.. i have my own board that i paid an arm and a leg for. it always comes out for family functions...

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    1. My Dad has taken it upon himself to start collecting them and then giving them away as gifts to help perpetuate the chaos. Are you any good? Maybe that would make a difference in my desire to play.

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  14. I have been prayin' for Miss Momo, for sure.
    Oh, my dear other D., you need lessons on the umbrella stroller. Buy me a magarita or 4, and I shall teach you.
    The f*ck is crokinole? Must investigate.

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    1. I'm know you have! :)

      Done and done! Shall we meet halfway for the drinks and lesson?

      Ugh. Don't bother. It sucks. Okay, it's just me that sucks at it but still...

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