Thanksgiving Eve

Thanksgiving eve.

They say that the night before Thanksgiving is one of the biggest party nights of the year. Though I'm not quite sure who "they" are and who it is that put "them"  in charge of such a claim.

Years ago when I was single and then when Bill and I were dating I would go out to clubs or bars and have fun, kinda like ushering in the day of thanks. These days I'm more reserved. A certified home body. And I like it that way.

Tonight I'm sitting home comfortably watching Gone With the Wind on a continuous loop on AMC.  As a buffer during the sad scenes I switch over to other channels and watch what's playing for a bit.

It may not be a rip-roaring good time but it's good enough for me. My husband and son are playing video games in another room. I have all I need to make me happy. I am thankful.

I hope everyone who reads this has a wonderful, comfortable, blessed Thanksgiving.

TA-DA!

Welcome to my new blogging home. The name is different, the writing is the same. I slapped on some new paint and re-worked the landscaping but it's finally done. Still working out some kinks, such as, certain things are still referring to my former blog name and I don't know how to fix that because I'm tech-stoopid. But, this is it.

So, why the name change? Well, I was never completely sold on Sinsationally Me. But I thought it was a clever play on words since I had just moved to Las Vegas: Sin City. But then I got tired of people not getting it when I told them my blog's name. And I got tired of answering questions like, "So, what do you write about, Sins?" Note to future bloggers: Make sure you totally love your blog's name before committing to it because the changes to this, that, and everything else your blog is associated with is um, nightmarish.

It took me a while to come up with The Fearless Scribe. I played around with a few names. Did some research. Asked for Bill and Little Man's advice. And when I finally had that "Yes!" moment, I knew I had the name I wanted.

If you're a follower and still here, thanks for your patience during my renovation. If you're new here, Hello! And welcome.

Now, I have to go because Sleepy Hollow is on and the Headless Horseman waits for no man. Or woman.




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Quick update

I'm making some changes here...again. Thanks for your patience while I figure out and fix up some stuff. By the way, anyone have experience with a soldering gun? No? Okay then, I shall return to posting here soon.

We will return soon

Thanks for the obvious sign because I had no idea what to do here.

Yesterday Chris had his 3 month checkup with his endocrinologist (diabetes doctor). Aside from the fact that he grew an inch in the 3 months since his last appointment and will soon be towering over me, it was fine and he's doing great. After that we went to the local pizza place in that part of town.

As we were sitting at a table waiting for our slices I looked up at the big "Order Here" sign over the counter. And I thought to myself, "Self! Why the need for such an obvious sign?" I mean, where else would I place my order? The ladies room? Do people really need a sign to tell them where to go to place a simple pizza order? I guess so. Or maybe the owner got tired of people walking in, sitting down and shouting what they wanted from across the room. Reminds me of that scene in "As Good As It Gets" with Helen Hunt and Jack Nicholson where Nicholson's character yells his order to a passing waiter when they are out to dinner.

I was going to snap a quick picture of the sign but I was afraid the owner/pizza maker/order taker wouldn't have been down with it. Besides he might have taken me for some pizza spy who was trying to steal pie-making secrets for another pizza joint and thrown us out. And we were hungry. So, instead I drew a picture.

A guide to understanding my drawing: The odd-square type thing on the counter is supposed to be a register and the round shape with slices next to it is a pizza. The oval above the pizza guy's head is a pizza he's tossing and not a UFO trying to abduct him. Also, I added the "Best Pizza Ever" statement. It was my way of making amends to how poorly drawn pizza guy is.

Life is great with Indy and Neo

I've watched the Indiana Jones movies and Matrix trilogy many times over the years. It doesn't matter how many times I've seen Shorty yell, "You call him Dr. Jones!" or heard Morpheus proclaim that "Neo is 'The One'". I still watch them when I'm flipping through the channels and happen upon them. Sometimes they're just background noise while I'm on the computer or tidying up (yeah, right) my room. Such was the case this past weekend.

With Bill working stupid hours on Friday and Saturday nights, I try to find things to do that will keep Chris occupied, while allowing us to spend a little Mother/Son bonding time. That's where Indy and Neo came in. Prior to bedtime we cuddled up together and watched Keanu Reeves and Harrison Ford battle bad guys respectively.

Both were nice, relaxing nights in. We laughed. We acted out favorite lines we knew by heart. Sometimes it's the seemingly small, not so significant things that remind us how great life is.

Getting knocked up. How times have changed.

The term 'knocked up', today, generally means you're preggers. But back in the 1920s some people actually had jobs as a knocker up. No, they didn't run around impregnating women! Knocker uppers were human alarm clocks who went throughout town knocking on windows to wake up sleeping people so they weren't late for work. You can read about it here.


He's not trying to break in, he just wants to knock you up.

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So then, talk around the dinner table, such as, "Did you hear about Jane Smith? She got herself knocked up." would sound perfectly normal and unscathing.

I have to wonder though, who knocked up the knocker ups?