Thanksgiving Is Great ... Unless Yr A Turkey

I am sick. Actually, both Candace and I are sick. It sucks. We're pulling out of it, but it's been a crappy few days for us here in Todd Land. But hey, it's Thanksgiving, so I'm not going to be all whiny. I'm gonna be thankful. Because my life is excellent. I'm not bragging. It just is.

So to my family, friends and stalkers (and those of you that I'm stalking - Hello! That was me in your bushes! You have very nice pajamas! They fit me perfectly! Exclamation marks!!!), thanks for being who you are and allowing me to do likewise. You're great. Hope you had a great day and that you didn't eat so much that it made you wish you were dead.

Keep it classy, Internets. Peace.

C is for "Cold Turkey"

I have a confession to make: I am struggling to get over a fairly serious coke habit. It's just that, well, I was tired and needed a lift and it was really easy to get it and I just felt so good, y'know? Like I could take on the world. At it's height, I was scoring like, three times a day and I knew I had a problem, but I just couldn't stop.

Wait, I forgot to capitalize. Here: I am trying to get over a Coke habit. There. That's better.

So yeah, no more Coke for me. So far, it's four days and I'm doing okay. I have this vague ghost of a headache just on the periphery of feeling, but that's to be expected, right?

I'd love to say that the decision was based on some deep-seated life change, that I realized that these chemicals and stimulants were damaging my fragile aura or some such New Age nonsense, but the sad fact is this: I'm getting a little chubby. I like to refer to it as "winter weight" but, well, it isn't. I just got lazy lately. So, no caffeine, no soda, walk to the train and back every day, no more popcorn after 9 pm. (Well, we'll see about that last one, because I love popcorn like nobody's business. Seriously, it's disturbing.)

Vanity is a heckuva motivator, innit?

So, I'm off the soda. I'm quitting cold turkey. (Which is a weird saying, isn't it? Seriously, where did that come from? Is it referring to the bird or the meal? Because I've had cold turkey like, you know, the day after Thanksgiving. It's pretty good. On a roll? Oh heck yeah. Do turkeys get cold? I figured their feathers would insulate them pretty well. I mean, they're sort of indigenous to the Northeast, aren't they? I mean, Pilgrims ate them, so they must have been close by. They didn't import them special for the holiday or anything, right? And it gets cold up there, in New England. I am so confused.)

So we'll see how this shakes out. Like I said, so far, so good. But I will say this: I want a Dr. Pepper something fierce. And as long as I'm confessing, I'll throw this out, too: If I can find somewhere that dispenses that glorious, heavenly elixir known as Mr. Pibb, well, I can't be held responsible for my actions.

I'm just sayin'.

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Today's post courtesy Caitlin.