Sue Woolfe

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November is a tough month for me

by on Nov.01, 2017, under Good Eats, Health, Life

No escaping the month of November. It comes along every year, right after all the fun of Halloween night. But November is full of sadness and loss for me. It is going to be tough again this November.

My husband’s birthday was in November. The same date as mine, just three months earlier. So he was three months to the day older than me and he liked to hold that over me head when the subject of age and experience would come up.

We lose daylight saving time in November. Set our clocks back on the first Sunday of the month. Sure, we gain an extra hour of sleep that night. But then every day it gets dark an hour earlier. As the month drags on, it is dark earlier and earlier, to the point that when I leave for work in the morning it is dark, and then when I leave to come home it is dark. There can be days when I don’t see the sun at all. So depressing.

November is also Veteran’s Day, when we thank the people who have served in the military – and their families for their many sacrifices. Some gave limbs. Some gave their peace of mind. And some gave their lives.We must never forget the good men and women who have been there for us to protect our freedoms.

While Thanksgiving has always been a special holiday – the best food put on the table of the entire year! Thanksgiving also means busting your diet, being tempted by all the foods you know you shouldn’t be eating, and the turkey dinner coma that comes after eating so much at dinner.

And, Thanksgiving now is the dreadfully sad reminder every year of my husband being gone. Two days after Thanksgiving, three years ago, he was on his way home from visiting his mom and dad when a drunk driver got on the highway, headed the wrong way, and crashed head on into our car. The one and only comfort I can take from that accident is that he was killed instantly and did not suffer.

I dread the second day after Thanksgiving. Some say I should just note the actual date of the accident. But that was not the point. We went to my parent’s house the day after Thanksgiving for our annual Black Friday shopping. And then the second day after Thanksgiving we always went to my in-laws house to go get their Christmas tree and help them decorate it while munching on the turkey dinner leftovers. So, you see, it is not the date that matters to me. It is the loss of the entire second day tradition and part of our lives that we always looked forward to that has been taken away, along with my husband’s life. And that day every November will always be tough for me.

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Don’t Date Old Flames

by on Dec.12, 2012, under Friends, Good Eats, Life

So this guy that I knew back in high school is married and all that happy horse shit, and I saw him and his wife at the 10 year high school reunion. But we aren’t really friends, even though Facebook says so. Know what I mean?

So out of the blue, this guy sends me a private message on Facebook and says that he is coming to town for a big business meeting and he wants to know if I can go out to dinner with him while he’s in town. So I think, why the hell not? I didn’t even ask if his wife was coming with in – it didn’t matter to me if she was coming or not. I figured he just wanted someone to have dinner with so he could take a break away from all the business people he was cooped up with all day at his big meetings.

Well, big mistake. His wife was not on the trip and he was on the company dime, so we went to a nice restaurant and he got drunk really fast. And then the fucker starts hitting on me, saying shit like how much he’s missed me since the good old days back in high school How he always regretted not staying in touch and he never should have gotten married to his wife, they were too young, they’ve changed, she doesn’t understand him, yadda yadda yadda.

I have to tell you, this was not a fun night. I got better things to do than watch an old fat man getting drunk and blubbering about how unhappy he is with his wife. Fuck that. I put his drunk ass into a taxi and sent him back to the hotel and got the hell out of there.

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Is Everyone Having Turkey Tomorrow?

by on Nov.21, 2012, under Good Eats, Life

Unless you are living under a rock or not here in the United States, you know that tomorrow is Thanksgiving and that most of us celebrate the day with a big family dinner that features a roasted turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, and pies for dessert. We carry on this tradition every year to recognize the sacrifices made by our founding fathers and mothers and the hard life they endured while they tried to steal land from the native indians and find a way to grow shit and hunt so that the villagers didn’t starve to death every winter.

I’m not a big fan of history and I’m sure my teacher would be appalled at how I just described Thanksgiving, but I don’t give a fuck. That’s the hard truth and you can dress it up with stories about making friends with indians and shit, but the truth is that white people came to America on ships and started stealing shit from the people who already lived here.

Anyway, I have turkey on my mind. My mom was a big fan of turkey dinners and all the traditional side dishes. She liked to make this green bean casserole that had green beans, mushroom soup and fried onion rings on top. I don’t know what makes that green bean dish so important at Thanksgiving, but it’s a big deal down south. And the proper southern moms will trot that same green bean dish out again for the traditional Christmas dinner, too.

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Shopping

by on Feb.28, 2012, under Health, Life

It has been a few rough weeks at work. We have been slammed constantly and I have worked my ass off, so I went shopping for some relaxation supplies. I went to Bath and Body Works to get everything I needed. Well, everything but my bottle of wine. I bought bath salts, scrubs, loofahs, lotions, and candles. All of the necessary ingredients for a relaxing bubble bath. I am so over due for this. I try to do it every once in a while and realized that I had run out of supplies, hence the shopping trip. I earned it though and do not feel the least bit guilty.

I am going to make dinner, spend some time with the kids and then put them to bed. After that, I am going to fill this fucking garden Jacuzzi tub to the rim almost and submerse myself for at least an hour. I think I will take a nice book with me just in case I feel like reading. I can’t forget my wine either. I have to remember to set everything up before I get in too big of a hurry to get in. I can’t wait till eight thirty gets here.

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