One of the best things about Thanksgiving is the leftovers. Not only did we get sent home with a whole pie, a whole pumpkin roll, and a dozen farm-fresh eggs, but my mom made one of my grandma’s soups and had plenty left, so we all headed back over Sunday for a second feast.

This, of course, also meant plenty of quality Seger time.

We also ended up heading out to my aunt and uncle’s for a bit. Originally, Paul wanted to lie down in my parents’ guest bedroom and take a nap, but my wedding dress was on the bed, in need of a new button on the bustle and waiting to be taken to my aunt’s consignment shop. So we figured we’d just head out and take it, especially when my mom heard my cousin’s baby was over, and Paul could have his nap and the dress would be delivered. But Paul loves babies, so then he decided to come, too.

We ended up there for a little bit, mostly just lounging around. We got my wedding dress, plus my mom’s dresses from both mine and my brother’s weddings taken care of, and then we visited with the baby. My aunt and uncle had to head out to my cousin Nolan’s place while Adam’s wife, Ashley, was asleep upstairs after coming off night shift, so we said we’d just sit with the baby until Ashley woke up. And so we essentially spent maybe an hour or so, maybe not quite, taking turns holding and trying to entertain the baby.

When we left, Paul was naturally still tired, so he did end up taking that nap, while I just kind of sat around with the puppy and my parents for about another hour.

And that’s how we ruined our plans to go to the gym for the second time in a weekend.

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Thanksgiving with a new puppy is interesting. As part of his Gremlin rules, he eats in his crate, which admittedly is kind of nice and has some clear perks. And he does pretty well with it, for the most part–when I was with him last weekend, he sat really nice and quiet when he was done with his dinner until I went and got him, but when people are around, he’s not so great. He was crated while we ate Thanksgiving dinner to give us some peace, because fun as he is, he does need watched and he runs around and jumps all over everyone. But he also knows that Mom and Dad have people over and he doesn’t want to miss the fun, so rather than eat the snack he got, he just sat and did his little Beagle howl the whole time. I offered to get him after I finished eating, and then everyone joked that I ate fast just to get more puppy time. And I didn’t, but I was definitely eager for him to rejoin the party.

Apparently, we wore him out. We all played with him–and in my case, tried to snuggle, too–but Paul probably went for it the most, and in the end, he slept all night long, which is apparently rare for him.

And that’s about all we did at my parents’ house–ate, hung out a little and chatted, focused almost all attention on Seger. We’re heading over tomorrow for leftovers, so my mom’s hoping for another round of wearing him out.

Paul and I headed to eat with his family in the afternoon/evening. Emily had stayed home due to a panic attack, so we swung by there first, hung out a little bit, and she felt up to joining, so we took her over and got another round in of good food and pie. And Emily and I spent most of the night swapping sexual-harassment stories. Happy Thanksgiving, kids!

Saturday 9: The Man in Black

Saturday 9: The Man in Black (1971)

Unfamiliar with this week’s tune? Hear it here.

1) Black is this week’s signature color because Friday, November 24, was “Black Friday,” when retailers cut their prices and consumers flock to the stores. Did you score any “Black Friday” bargains? No. I don’t really buy into (har har) Black Friday hype, and I had to work anyway.

2) Among the biggest the Black Friday advertisers are Target, Kohl’s, Macy’s and Best Buy. If you could have a $100 gift card to any one of those stores, which would you choose?  What would you buy? Hmm. At the moment, Target, because they have little dining tables I have my eye on, but I could pretty easily spend 100 bucks at any of them.

3) Feasting and football are also popular Thanksgiving weekend pastimes. Do your Thursday-Sunday plans include pigging out or watching a game? Pigging out, always, football, never.

4) Thanksgiving weekend is a major time for travel. How far did you venture from home for the holiday? About an hour away to my parents’ house, then to another part of the county to be with my husband’s family, but that’s still about an hour away from our apartment.

5) This week’s song, “Man in Black,” is about a singer who refuses to wear bright colors. What color are you wearing as you answer these questions? Pink shirt, blue leggings with pink and white flowers.

6) Johnny Cash first performed this song at Nashville’s Vanderbilt University. When were you last on a college campus? What brought you there? I was on a college campus last weekend to see my sister-in-law in a play. It also happens to be my alma mater.

 7) The average American man wears a 10.5 size shoe, the average woman wears a 7.5. Johnny Cash wore a size 13. Are your shoes bigger or smaller than the national average? I am exactly the average! Which kind of surprises me, because I always thought I had smaller feet than average.

8) He preferred his coffee very strong. To make sure what he was drank was to his liking, he carried a jar of instant coffee with him and would ladle it into his cup in restaurants. What about you? What’s your standard coffee order? I don’t drink much coffee, although I do enjoy the occasional latte or mocha or something.

9) While in the air force, Cash wrote short stories under the pseudonym “Johnny Dollar.” Make up a pen name for yourself. I don’t know. I like the way he played with his last name, and my last name is Sheetz, so I could be Bedd instead, with an extra D to make it look less silly. Or I’d do my middle name and a relative’s maiden name–my mom’s is way too unique, so maybe go for my paternal grandmother and use Susan Carson. Nice and plain.

Friday 5: Thanks a LOT

  1. What would you sarcastically like to thank your local government for? Thank you, Pat Toomey, for not taking constituents’ calls and not listening to them in general. And being generally terrible, enough to spawn the Twitter account What’s Pat Up To? I look forward to casting a vote against you. Again. Matter of fact, thank you, as well, Pat Toomey voters, for failing to elect a capable politician.
  2. What would you sarcastically like to thank your body for? Thank you, body, for pulling fat from my ass–where I was okay with it being–and not doing anything about this tum. It’s great.
  3. What would you sarcastically like to thank your neighbors for? Thank you, upstairs neighbors, for yelling loud enough that I can sometimes hear you, such as when the lady was yelling at the gentleman about how she can go out if she wants to. That’s right, girl, you can! On top of that, thank you for fighting bad enough that I’ve wondered at times if I should call the police, particularly when I hear thuds and then hear your baby crying. In fact, I’ve been advised that I can, in fact, call for a welfare check, and should things escalate, I intend to. And thank you for making bizarre noises that sound like furniture being moved at random hours of the day and night, too. It’s a nice plus, as is the man’s demeanor when we interact with him. It makes it seem as though he’s nice, when it sounds like he probably actually isn’t.
  4. What would you sarcastically like to thank the internet for? Thank you, internet, for always being nice and civil, never jumping to conclusions or spreading false information or defending what should be indefensible or being terrible to people.
  5. What would you sarcastically like to thank November for? Thank you, November, for being cold and gross. For making my skin feel terrible. For making me long for summer yet again. On the plus side, we’ve nearly survived 2017!

As always, from Friday 5.

If you don’t think I would gladly spend a weekend dog-sitting, you don’t know me at all.

My mom’s friend’s daughter got married over the weekend and my parents decided to get a hotel room Saturday night. With new puppy Seger, they wanted him to have a sitter, and I more than gladly took the job. I mean, how could I not want to spend a weekend with a soft, snuggly puppy?

We joke that he’s a Gremlin because his breeder had some requests regarding his diet in particular, but on top of that, he’s a puppy who’s still exploring and in training and does need some supervision, so my mom wanted me over Friday night to see his routine. I went home for a little bit after work, got some dinner, then gathered my things and headed over.

I squeezed in a quick shopping trip Saturday morning since I still buy CDs but don’t have anywhere near me to get them, and then once my parents were ready and gone, it was just Seger and I.

Ever since they got him, I’ve been pretty entertained by my parents’ tales (tails) of trying to keep up with a puppy. My mom says they’re too old, and my dad would say, “Just wait,” anytime I’d tease him about how Seger couldn’t possibly be that bad. So I was completely prepared for karma to bite me in the ass and for Seger to run me down hard, but honestly, it was pretty okay. He needs watched, sure, and that makes a lot of simple tasks take longer, but it wasn’t hard. He got frustrating Saturday night and part of Sunday morning when nothing really kept his interest and he kept trying to wander around the house, but he wasn’t bad and he wasn’t much of a handful. I tried to play with him in intervals where he wasn’t napping to keep him active, and then that way he’s not packed full of energy he needs to burn off. He’s actually a really sweet dog–maybe it was because my parents were gone, but he stuck right with me all weekend. Save for a few minutes here and there, if he was lying down to nap, he was doing it smack against my leg while I was sitting on the couch.

Sure, I chased him around enough that my ass and thighs were sore Sunday, but I think we both had fun.

Sunday morning, my parents brought me breakfast, I squeezed in some final puppy snuggles, and headed home to go back out to Greensburg to see a play Paul’s sister Emily was in, and then we had dinner after and hung out.

Saturday 9: Son of a Preacher Man

Saturday 9: Son of a Preacher Man (1968)

Unfamiliar with this week’s tune? Hear it here.

1) This song was originally offered to Aretha Franklin, who turned it down. What’s the most recent thing that you said “no” to? Putting in overtime at work over the weekend for double the usual overtime rate, but only because I was dog-sitting and couldn’t reasonably squeeze in a few hours.
2) Two years later, Aretha recorded “Son of a Preacher Man.” What’s something you changed your mind about? I feel like I’m frequently changing my mind based on new information. Not being indecisive, just informed.

3) This song tells the tale of Billy Ray, a young man who could be very persuasive. If we wanted to change your mind about something, would you be more easily swayed by an emotional argument, or with verifiable facts? Facts, completely. I usually feel manipulated by emotional appeals.
4) If you ordered a “Son of a Preacher Man” in a bar, you’d get a cocktail made with peppermint schnapps, gin and lemonade. When did you last have lemonade? Was it just lemonade, or was it spiked with alcohol? It was probably just lemonade, for once, because I do really enjoy it in the summer. I’m known to drink it a lot at any sort of outdoor summer event.

5) Dusty had a thing for maps. She admired them artistically and enjoyed using them to take long car trips. Do you use printed maps? Or do you rely on technology, like GPS or Google Maps? Technology, but I’ll grant that I do still see a good use for paper maps. No battery or data to worry about.

6) As a girl, she attended convent school. There, one of the nuns discouraged Dusty from performing, telling her that if she would do better to be a mother or a librarian. When you were growing up, did the adults in your world encourage your dreams? Yes and no. I wasn’t strongly discouraged, but I wasn’t strongly encouraged, either, and my family certainly wasn’t thrilled about me choosing to major in English in college. But here I am, making a living and having the occasional piece published. Piece of advice: people leave you alone the second you make a little money/prove them wrong.

7) That nun inspired Dusty’s first major act of rebellion. In an attempt to make herself look less like a future librarian or housewife, she bleached her hair platinum blonde. In school, were you much of a rebel? Or did you conform to the expectations adults had of you? I definitely conformed more in school, especially when I was younger, because I hated getting in trouble. I wasn’t the type to act up. At home, though, I definitely pushed limits more, and as an adult, I feel like I still have that balance where I’m not doing anything bad, not doing anything that would get me in legal trouble, and not doing anything to hurt anyone, but I do things on my terms and don’t quite fall in line with certain societal expectations.

8) Early in her career, Dusty provided the entertainment at a family summer camp. She appeared on the bill with a clown, a fire-eater and a hypnotist. Have you ever been hypnotized? No, and I’m a little afraid to try.

9) Random question: Have you ever played matchmaker to your friends? If yes, did your efforts lead to romance? No, but I’ve expressed it when I thought two people might be good for each other, although never awkwardly in front of both of them together. It’s just never gone that extra step of actually setting something up.

Friday 5: Makin’ It

  1. What skill seems like it would be really fun to learn? I keep saying I’m interested in taking up glass blowing.
  2. Which of the winter Olympic sports would you love to compete in? Curling!
  3. What fun craft did you make when you were a kid, in school or at camp or somewhere else? I don’t know. I remember not really liking art-project stuff in school, and I know things that were more crafty than artsy I did like more, but none of them really stand out.
  4. If everyone in the world is the best in the world at some very specific thing, what are you most likely the best at? Being me, which I realize is a cliched answer, but still!
  5. What’s something you own that was handmade by someone you know? My best friend makes jewelry, so I have a lot of things she’s made me over the years, including my wedding jewelry in August. And one of my favorite wedding gifts was an afghan crocheted by my sister-in-law’s best friend, and it’s big, soft, and warm and I love it. I have a lot of handmade things lurking around the apartment, really.

As always, from Friday 5.