Countdown to gluttony

Turkeys, tarantulas, 3 pounds...oh my!

Thanksgivng: the recap
Do not attempt to ingest, let alone digest the following unless you are a trained professional. In other words, don't try this at home. Ever.

• 1 Apple pie
• 2 French Silk pies
• 1 Pecan pie
• 1 Pumpkin pie
• 1 Turkey/trimmings
• 1 Lemon cake
• 1 defrosted birthday cake (abandoned after multiple attempts)
• 6 quarts of ice cream, assorted flavors
• 1 batch sugar cookies
• 2 packages of Fudge Sticks
• 1 bag of frosted animal cookies

Are you detecting a theme? It was all rather gluttonous; parents, tweeners and Foos alike vying for sweet treats like a bunch of burgeoning crackheads. On the rare occasion a slice was still standing, we'd duke out eating rights by playing cards: winner takes the slice, losers do push ups (number determined by how badly you lost). Suffice to say, my pecs paid the price for the card gods did not shine kindly.

Thank goodness for Pinnacle Peak, Spur Cross Trail and Camelback Mountain.

To battle the bulge, we hiked. The usually hot AZ temperatures were replaced with a snappy November chill which garnered Ms. Foo a fashion-worthy, purple-fringed angora scarf—kindly knitted by Grandma Meems (in between making pies and cookies and such). Up and down Pinnacle Peak we went, passing like-minded folks thanks to a blistering pace set by none other than Auntie Kenno who never ceases to make us feel slightly unfit. Camelback brought us bouldering and Spur Cross reminded us that we were traversing desert terrain as Mama Foo almost squished a tarantula during her hiking fervor.

After packing and a concerted effort to button ones pants, after 5 days it was time to head home. Upon reflection, it was a drama-free, non ER visit, flaming turkey ball-less kind of Thanksgiving. Just the way Foo likes it.

And now, onto Christmas. Although Foo is seriously rethinking the chocolate-filled Advent calendar.

December? I'm still eating turkey, thanks.

Lalalala...butterflies!

Ah yes...code for, I know I have a heap of things to do but if I pretend to be blissfully unaware, it will be January before I know it. And I'll be 10 pounds lighter. And I will have shaved 5 minutes off my 10K time.

Yes, yes. I know the Bunny Blogs are in need of some updating. As far as you know, I'm on my 88th helping of turkey and stuffing. I can assure you this is not the case (I've moved onto pie) which means useless snippets of information and urban bon mots are forthcoming if not forthwith.

Stay tuned and watch those RSS feeds.

Countdown to Thanksgiving

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
—William Shakespeare

Ah, Thanksgiving—always an adventure in food, family and fun; where the best exercise usually comes in the form of patience as opposed to a brisk run. Foo is headed to the Arizona desert for the gluttonous affair and she couldn't be happier. Although to say Auntie Kenno is capable of whipping up a Thanksgiving feast from scratch is to flirt recklessly with understatement.

T-minus 3 days.

Keep the Candy and Pass the Turkey!

As our ‘ol pal Charlie Brown likes to say “Another Halloween has come and gone.” So now hearts and minds turn to the warm glow of Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Gobble on, friends.