Leaving Kentucky yesterday morning, I saw a sign on the highway for the Wild Turkey Distillery. I’ve never been a big fan of their drank, but I’m a huge Bourbon nerd and I’m trying to get my Bourbon Trail Passport all stamped up so I decided to check it out. Booker T, remember this post about the actual wild turkeys I found hanging out down the street from my house?
But I digress.
There was a church called Tyrone Baptist just down the way from the visitor’s center. Tyrone Baptist is precisely the kind of name I’d expect a church next door to the Wild Turkey distillery to have. Continue reading →
I’m used to seeing this type of Wild Turkey in my hood:
But I was in Ft. Dupont Park in Southeast DC this afternoon and I saw these actual wild turkeys. I was buggin’.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean granted, it is the Monday after Thanksgiving so maybe they thought it was safe to come out of hiding because the coast was clear, but what the hell are they doing in the city in the first place?!?!? Somebody needs to tell them Fort Dupont Park might not be the best place to hide out if they’re trying to avoid getting shot.
Better bammas than them have played and lost at that game.
One of my neighbors said that the the first time he saw them he thought he was tripping so hard he was scared to mention it to anyone. Hahaha. I didn’t know if they were dangerous or what, so I did a little research. Of course by “did a little research,” I mean “posted a Facebook status asking if they were dangerous.”
Let’s just say that based on the answers I got I decided to get back in the car and go home! But not before I had a little photo shoot…
Say cheese, jive turkeys!
Yeah, I really typed that.
So I went to visit Auntie’s Baby and family for Thanksgiving. Yaaaaaaay! I knew that he wouldn’t remember me because it’s been so long since I’ve seen him so I figured I’d have to come bearing gifts — you know, to speed up the bonding process. ;)
But what to get him? Well, I had to think about what I already know about sir Roman. He likes airplanes for sure (you gotta watch this)…
Roman on the train tracks with Thomas -- isn't he great???
And I know he has a new fascination with trains — Thomas the Train in particular. I finally decided on something we could all enjoy and that his mommy and daddy wouldn’t get mad at me for sending. So I sent a Thomas the Train-themed Edible Arrangement — YUM!!! It came with Thomas the Train balloons and a TT container that could later be used to house all his other Thomas the Train paraphernalia — he has at least 1 or 2 Thomas toys on his person at all times.
Thomas was a hit! Roman especially liked the pineapples that were cut into the shapes of stars and the number “1.” But his favorite thing I think was to let the helium balloon fly up to the ceiling and then ask one of us adults to get it for him… You can’t help but indulge kids with things like that b/c it makes them so happy! I love it. Once he assessed that Auntie Erin was cool, we really began to bond. We went swinging at the park and we [read: I] made up a new song about Thomas and Percy and he sang it with me (and a couple times on his own) over the course of the weekend. AND rumor has it on Saturday when he woke up and I wasn’t there, he was walking thru the house calling for me.
Yesssssss! Way to leave ’em wanting more! ;) Haha… probably won’t be able to see him again until February but now that he’s older he should remember all the fun we had. Hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving as well! Later, EJ
So I’m in the UnSafeway down the street from my house about an hour ago and I almost witnessed a riot. I was walking down the pasta aisle and there was absolutely no elbow macaroni left on the shelves.
On the night before Thanksgiving.
In southeast D.C.
Every single person on that aisle was looking for macaroni noodles… cause a Black Thanksgiving without macaroni and cheese — just ain’t happening. The poor stock boy was like “I’m sure we have some more in the back. Y’all hold up while I check” In the meantime the ladies in the aisle started preparing themselves to riot. “Yeah, they BETTA have some in the back!”, “How I’m ‘sposed to fix Thanksgiving with no baked macaroni?”, “They don’t wanna see us act a fool.”…
Luckily–for everyone in the store–he came back with a flatbed full of macaroni. He didn’t even attempt to put it on the shelves. He just rolled it down the aisle and backed away. Smart guy.
Happy Turkey Day, y’all!