Jenny

Yes I have. The person below me has won a prize from a radio station call-in contest.

She means well, she just seems to think that all ailments which don't have obvious causes are psychosomatic. (Including her own fibromyalgia.) Which means if we go to their place for Christmas Eve dinner, as we usually do, I'm going to have to be absurdly careful about what I eat!

M&Ms. Bacon or turkey bacon?

Nope. We were thinking of going to CMU at Toledo, but decided it was too cold to sit outside for a long game. The person below me ventured out with the bargain shoppers this morning.

Javelin. I'd probably fall over backwards if I brought a shotput back to throw it. Wear shoes in your own home or go around barefoot (or with just socks)?

No, actually kind of overheated from having the oven and stove going all day. The person below me is going to bed early tonight.

It does seem to be the typical Lions pattern. Get a lead, give us all hope, and then ****** defeat from the jaws of victory. Dinner went pretty well, except my M-I-L seems to think I am choosing to be soy-intolerant, because she suggested that I should really think about it before I commit to it. Dude, I get a choice in the matter?!? Why didn't anyone tell me? Also, I messed up the baked macaroni and cheese-- apparently whole wheat flour makes a very dark roux which tastes burnt, in less than half the time it takes all purpose flour to make a light-colored roux. But the turkey was exceedingly delicious. (Casey made the turkey, so I can't claim credit for that one.)

I'll probably watch part of it, at least. Go Lions. Sigh. The person below me wants to go to Kris Draper's Thanksgiving party.

I've never tried, but I make good apple pies and mixed berry pies, so I could probably make a good peach pie. The person below me thinks pumpkin pie is overrated.

Sunflower, if they're already shelled. I'm lazy like that. or ?

It's a soy intolerance, although I haven't yet ruled out issues with gluten as well. I was feeling freakish yesterday because there were a whole lot of issues with the in-laws bringing this and that for Thanksgiving dinner, and no way I can check the ingredients to see if the things are safe, and worrying that my mother-in-law will take it personally if I don't eat what she brings because she can at times be irrationally oversensitive. I'm feeling more reasonable about the whole thing this morning.

Nothing like a food allergy/intolerance diagnosed right before a food-based holiday to make a person feel like a complete freak.

I actually have never thought about it. I suppose I figured the Pilgrims invented it as some sort of Puritanical penance for the person who had to stick their hand in the bird innards. (Yes, I know the Pilgrims didn't have turkey at Thanksgiving #1!) The person below me kind of dreads major holidays on some level.

I love both, but right now I'd prefer peach. Cookies or brownies?

And is everything up to date in Kansas City?

The jelled kind, from the can, preferably with the lines of the can still visible in the sides of the cranberry structure! Stuffing inside or outside of the turkey?

Aw, Loo. It's such a slow road, isn't it? But you are going down it, and that's the important thing. Your heart and lungs appreciate it, that's for sure. Have you checked with your doctor to make sure you don't have any hormonal issues, like thyroid or PCOS or that kind of thing? I couldn't lose any weight no matter what I did until the doctor and I figured out that I had PCOS, and now that it's under control, the weight is finally starting to come off. Still very slowly, but at least there's progress.

Donuts would probably crumble too much, but I might try it on bagels. The person below me wishes there were a show as awesomely funny as the Muppets on TV these days.

I did a lot better with my eating choices last week. I did either 45 minutes on the elliptical or 30 minutes of Dance Dance Revolution (don't judge me, it's a good workout!) each day, as well as strength training on 3 days and some yoga on 3 days. And I lost 3 pounds! Unfortunately, it looks like I'm going to have some unexpected "help" keeping my food choices good. Apparently I'm allergic to soy. Which is in pretty much every packaged food imaginable. No wonder I've felt lousy all the time for the last few years. The chocolate bar looks a lot less tempting when I know the soy lecithin in it is going to give me nasty stomach pains within a few hours, let me tell you.

And then the McGill tie would strangle all three of them. At the same time. Coach wouldn't even have to tell it to do so-- it would just know.

Not quite. I was at the hospital when my brother was born, but I was only 14 so the doctor (very apologetically) wouldn't let me in the room. I was allowed to go in once he had popped out, though. And I got to hold him as soon as the nurses had him cleaned up-- even before my mom or stepdad did. The person below me has a food allergy of some sort.

Tango. Tang or orange juice?

Nachos. Music stations or talk stations on your radio?

I would turn it in, but I can't deny I'd have a sigh of regret for what I could have done with it. The person below me needs to clean out their closets.

Behind the bench. I recall that guy who fell into the box with Tie Domi all too well. Uglier jersey: the Islanders' Gorton's Fisherman, or the Stars' cow head/uterus?