I was looking for poems about turkey’s for the Princess and I to sing and I came across ProTeacher and I found this poem. You sing it to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I’m not sure who wrote it but it is very cute.
Turkey, Turkey
Turkey, turkey look at you.
Please be careful what you do!
Thanksgiving Day is almost here.
We eat turkey every year.
Go and hide out in the woods.
We’ll eat pizza like we should!
Image from theqshack.com
Of all the days in the week, Sunday is our relaxing day. We very rarely plan anything to do but stay in a spend quality time as a family. Between work, school and extracurriculars, the week can get crazy, with Saturday left for errands, the big clean and going out. But Sunday is family day.
We usually start our day with a big breakfast. Whether its bacon and eggs, or pancakes and peamale, or my favourite, BLT’s, breakfast is a big deal on Sundays. After that its pretty easy-going. We usually stay in our pj’s for a majority of the day. Hubby likes to take this day to makes his soups and sauces, but today he is making Patyczki and Kapusta, delicious Polish dishes that I ate for the first time while visiting his grandparents when we first started dating. When he is in the kitchen, that means that Princess and I are either at the park, watching a movie or doing crafts. Today, it was crafts. While I made Christmas cards, the Princess made her herd of dinosaurs.
So on Sunday’s, what does your family do?
Back in February, I read “We Need to Talk About Kevin” by Lionel Shriver. While I struggled with the first part of the book, I did enjoy it. This epistolary novel tackles the question that parents do not ever want to ask themselves about their own children; Are killers born or made? Shriver succeeds with this novel by providing many instances throughout where it is left up to the reader to argue whether it was Eva’s fault that Kevin turned out the way he did, or if Kevin, was born evil. Her focus on this theme is demonstrated by the characters themselves; Eva, and her ambivalence toward motherhood, Franklin, the high hope, “my child can do no wrong”, optimist, and Kevin, the antithesis to a loving child.
So when I heard that it was being made into a movie I was really excited. Now whenever books are made into films, I do try to see the movie first because if I read the book first, I find the movie is ruined for me. I know how things are going to end, I already have what the characters look like in my mind and things that are omitted from the movie that were in the book irritate me. But if I watch the movie first then read the books, I can still enjoy both for what they are. There are scene, lines and characters that weren’t in the movie that are in the book that let me differentiate and enjoy the book.
With all that in the mind, I did read the book first, attended a book reading of Lionel Shriver where she spoke about the book and had her sign my book, so I had high expectations of the movie. And they didn’t meet them, whatsoever. I have to say that for the most part, the characters were horribly miscast, especially Franklin, played by John C. Reilly. With that said, Ezra Miller who played Kevin and Ashley Gerasimovich who played Celia, were how I imagined them.
I think the thing that bothered me the most was that the movie felt almost like “Art for art sake.” With the odious music that often drowned out the conversation and the montages of Eva scrubbing the red paint off of her house, the blatant metaphor of “blood on her hands,” I found myself wanting to turn it off. The movie failed to capture the struggles between the main characters and some of the things that Kevin did in the book. The movie implied the struggle between Eva and Kevin without showing it, at all. So if I had to choose, the book all the way!
Sometimes when I have had a long day and need to turn my brain into mush, I will watch TV. And of course you cannot watch TV without watching commercials every 5 minutes. I drown them out as commericals are crap but sometimes a commercial will play that makes me scream out “I call Bull $hit!” A Boston Pizza commercial was unfortunate enough to receive such an exclamation. My beef, claiming their “All Meat Wings” are actually chicken wings. Here is a definition of a wing;
Wing – noun, either of the two forelimbs of most birds, corresponding to the human arms, that are specialized for flight. A wing consists of a wing shoulder, feathers, drumettes, mid-joint wing, and wing tip.
This is a chicken wing!
I am no Ornithologist or understand the complete skeletal system of a chicken, but having raised 200 of them from chicks to sending them on their way to the slaughter-house, I will tell you what I know for sure. Wings have bones in them. Boston Pizza’s Boneless wings, don’t have bones in them, and are not made from wing meat! Again, I call Bull $hit! On their online website, their “supposed” boneless wings is “a boneless wing, lightly breaded and fried, made with seasoned chicken breast.” Wait, what?! Did they just say that their “wings” were made of “seasoned chicken breast”? Umm. I didn’t know breasts could fly? Oh, that’s right, it’s bull $hit!
Boston Pizza Meatless Chicken Wing
Now some may say I’m being nitpicky or that I am wasting my time complaining about the difference between a wing and a boneless wing, but if you are going to essentially make a chicken nugget, just call it a chicken nugget. I know there were and probably are a lot of people who saw this commercial and went out and bought these little gems. Sheep! Sheep I tell you! Did you know that Boston Pizza sells Thai Chicken Bites and Chicken Fingers that consist of seasoned chicken breast and are LESS expensive than those so-called wings? If I were a patron of Boston Pizza, I would not pay a chicken wing price for a chicken nugget. But people did and people still are. Don’t be fooled by the flashy commercials and their motto “here to make you happy.” They are here to fool sheeple and cheat them out of money!
Please Porridge
Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot,
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like in the pot,
Nine days old.
Roud Folk Song
I am going to go visit my sister this weekend. She is having a baby and we are going shopping for baby clothes. As I am the more seasoned sister with a child already, I will be the dutiful sister and provide advice on buying clothes for a child you’ve never met. Really, I think she just doesn’t want to shop alone, but I’ll take it. I am the oldest and I have 2 younger sisters, one that is 24 and 1 that is 19. We’ve yelled, we’ve cried, we’ve laughed and we’ve beat the crap out of each other. We’re sisters and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Having a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know
whatever you do, they’ll still be there. ~Amy Li
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty
Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the
arms of a sister. ~Alice Walker
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life. ~Charles M. Schulz
If you don’t
understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her
neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child. ~Linda Sunshine
You can kid the world. But not your sister.
~Charlotte Gray
I would like more sisters, that the taking
out of one, might not leave such stillness. ~Emily
Dickinson
Help one another, is part of the religion of
sisterhood. ~Louisa May Alcott
Sisters never quite forgive
each other for what happened when they were five. ~Pam
Brown
In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the
friend. ~Catherine Killigrew
A sister can
be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special
kind of double. ~Toni Morrison
Children of the same
family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some
means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can
supply… ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park,
1814
What’s the good of news if you haven’t a sister to
share it? ~Jenny DeVries
Sisters is probably the most
competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it
becomes the strongest relationship. ~Margaret Mead
Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart – oh tucked so close
there is no chance of escape – of your sister. ~Katherine Mansfield
A sister smiles when one tells one’s stories – for she knows where the decoration has
been added. ~Chris Montaigne
More than Santa Claus, your
sister knows when you’ve been bad and good. ~Linda
Sunshine
If sisters were free to express how they really
feel, parents would hear this: “Give me all the attention and all the toys and
send Rebecca to live with Grandma.” ~Linda Sunshine
My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth
grade at the time. ~Linda Sunshine
I, who have no sisters
or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to
be born to friends. ~James Boswell
How do people make it
through life without a sister? ~Sara Corpening
If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she’s wearing
your best sweater. ~Pam Brown
Sisters are different
flowers from the same garden. ~Author Unknown
There can be no
situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not
administer some comfort to me. ~Mary Montagu
I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out
and buy new ones. ~Author unknown, attributed to a 4-year-old named
Lauren
In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips.
~Author Unknown
We’ve been having our share of up’s and down’s with school, but Princess had a great day today. When I picked her up, I asked her how her day was. She had the biggest grin on her face and triumphantly told me that she had reading buddies today. Once a week, a grade 4 student comes to her class and they are paired up and read to the Kindergarten students. With all the stuff that has been going on, I can’t express how overjoyed I am that she has found something that makes her happy.
Since the Princess was a baby, I have been reading to her. She has a collection of books and I read to her every night. Her tastes vary. Some nights she wants Goosebumps or Harry Potter, Goodnight Moon or Dr. Seuss. I am an avid reader myself. The multi-sensory experience of it gives me immense pleasure and I am glad that the Princess is finding joy in it too. I’m sure that Princess will read books that I think are literary garbage but as long as she is reading than I cannot complain. My mom always read true crime novels and I prefered the literary classics such as Byron and Shakespeare. I am varying my tastes a bit and reading books I maybe would not have read before. I hope that the Princess’ joy of reading continues as the benefits of reading are tremendous and here are just a few of them.
