Happy Thanksgiving Weekend

Good morning,  Family Trails readers. 

It is a beautiful weekend here in The South…sunshine, breezy winds, clear skies, mild temps…exactly what we hope for when we gather for Thanksgiving here in the beautiful state of Alabama.

Once again, your faithful writer is experiencing problems with my computer, so I will not be able to post any pictures to enhance our post today. I thought I'd just wait until I could get some help, but as many of you know…

Today is THE IRON BOWL! 

The biggest game of the year for University of Alabama and Auburn University fans! 

There will be NO  family member who will want to help me with my computer…

not today! They are all "taping their ankles" and putting on the Bama crimson and white colors and a few in this family will be donning their orange and blue! 

So I will just leave this blog picture-less for today, but I thought I would share with you all with this post-Thanksgiving poem:

'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep,

I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned, the dark meat and white,

but I fought the temptation with all of my might. 

Tossing and turning with anticipation

The thought of a snack became infatuation.

So I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door

And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,

Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,

'Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky

With a mouth full of pudding and a handful pie.

But, I managed to say as I soared past the trees

"Happy eating to all-pass the cranberries please. 

May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump.

May your potatoes and gravy have a nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize.

may your Thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs."

…author unknown

I found this funny poem a few years ago in a "Senior Living" newspaper in a doctor's waiting room. Glad I saved it. 

Love,

Mariellan