You know, I MIGHT actually need a job as a hater.
Is it really bad that I've already set my TiVo to record Jersey Shore? And that I'm anticipating pretty much fully loving it and at the same time being revolted by it? And when I saw a commercial in which one of the young ladies described what a "gudiette" was I pretty much knew I was destined to blog about this program? Probably repeatedly?Really? Is that so wrong?

It's Black Friday!
And it would not be humanly possible for me to care any less about that!Maybe I'm just lazy, but I get up every Monday-Friday at 4:30am so I can be at my desk by 6am. Today? There was no way I was getting up out of my nice warm bed and venturing out in the cold, dark morning. I have no spirit of adventure. I can't help it.Besides, every year since we had our little townhouse in Winterville, NC my children and I have spent the day after Thanksgiving decorating our house for Christmas. The Girl child is already wearing her coat and gloves, in anticipation (but did ask if she could finish watching her TiVo'd episode of The Simpsons before we got started) because all of

Thankful.
As many of you know, on Thanksgiving Day 1997 my then-husband decided that a festive family holiday would be the best time to share the news that he no longer loved me and was going to leave me as soon as I gave birth to our twins. He was only waiting, frankly, because in the state of Tennessee it's not legal to divorce when you are pregnant.I was pretty sure then, and for a few years after, that I would hate Thanksgiving forever. I don't though. It's actually my favorite holiday now. I look forward to it all year.Partly because of the pecan pie, but mostly because I get two days off work to spend with my kids. We decorate our house and watch Christmas movies a

It's almost Thanksgiving!
And you know what that means, right?PECAN PIE.Here is a list of things I'm procrasting on while thinking about pecan pie:1) Washing and/or folding laundry.2) Wondering how someone as lovely as Jennifer Lopez could so often have hair that is horribly and tragically wrong.3) Finishing any of the six (yes, I said six) books that I am currently writing.4) Wondering why every single person in my company waits until the week of Thanksgiving to get a massive project done when they have known about said massive project for months (at least).5) Also? Why I have to be involved in everything that is going on with everyone in #4.6) If I

Nobody said it would be easy to be here.
When I was in middle school? It pretty much sucked. I wore really horrible glasses. My family, being dirt-ass poor, could not afford any fine and shiny glasses for me. Even if they could? I really do not recall any fine and shiny glasses being available in 1986. I had the really HUGE coke-bottlesque glasses with my INITIALS IN GOLD on one side of the lens. Imagine the sexiness of that, if you will.In addition? I was pretty much hideously ugly. (And I don't want to hear it. I'm not fishing when I say that. I was FUGLY.) I was, at various times, madly in love with various boys. None of which even knew I existed. When my cousin visited last weeke