Thursday Kitteh Blog Thanksgiving and Birthday Edition (11/26/2009)

A day in pictures. Although it's Thursday Kitteh Blog, and typically I let the girls have the whole spotlight, today is Thanksgiving as well as my birthday, so they have to share a little.

We start with one of our guest kittehs. This is Maggie. Her people are out of town, and she and her brother, The Pickle are staying with us for a couple of weeks. The Pickle is coming out to eat, drink, use the litter box, and explore a bit, but he's very shy and I haven't gotten a picture of him yet. I will, though.

This is how the day started, with pumpkin pancakes (from a Trader Joe's mix) which were, to use Amanda's word, delightful.

Later, the turkey, which had been in this bucket of brine in the garage all night made it's entry into the kitchen. Meredith was intrigued.

Later, Meredith sits on the dining table and asks when she can have turkey.

Stash/Stache, meanwhile, takes a more laid-back approach to waiting for dinner.

Do you blame Meredith for begging, though? That turkey looks damn good, if I say so myself, (and I do).

No shots of the rest of the food. We were too hungry to get the camera out once everything was ready. We just dove in. Everyone ate their fill, and then we watched the birthday present Amanda got me, the new Star Trek movie on DVD. Loved it all over again.

Finally, here's me, a self-portrait of the blogger on her 45th birthday. A hearty thanks to better looking through chemistry. I could not do it without Preference by L'Oreal (because I'm worth it) and Bare Minerals makeup. And I do give a shout out to good genes to begin with.

In July of 2003, the kids and I, who were living in Maryland at the time, came out here to Washington to visit mom and my grandmother. What's really sad is that my kids were 14 and 15 at the time and that was the only visit at which they got to meet their great grandmother as she died a couple of months later. On the first night of that visit, after a very long tiring day of travel, my mother, my grandmother, and I all found ourselves in the hallway at mom's house waiting outside the bathroom. Nanny looked at mom, looked at me, and then looked down at herself, and said, "well, we're a good-looking bunch, aren't we?" We were indeed. I like to think that I'll say something like that to Amanda or Tony and one or more of their children someday when I'm almost twice as old as I am now.