Turkey Breast and Bladder Infections

Wow what a Thanksgiving weekend. It turned out to be a rollercoaster of high and lows, smiles and frowns. It started out Wednesday evening on a sour note.

Bagwine’s favorite cat in the world, Corky, had to be rushed to the vet. She hadn’t been eating and was hacking for a couple of days. We assumed she had a fur ball. It turns out that she had a very bad bladder infection. Her bladder had swollen to the size of Larry Hagman’s old liver. The vet has been very helpful and Corky is making progress; hopefully, she will be returning home some time today.

I got out of my pre-turkey day funk, and went to the grocery Thursday morning. I bought a three pound Butterball turkey breast, a can of chicken broth, a can of Cream of Broccoli soup, some Rosemary, a box of Stove Top herb stuffing, a can of regular corn, and lastly a can of cream corn. I cooked the breast in the crockpot with the broth, soup, and some Rosemary. I made the stuffing and some scalloped corn. Voila, Thanksgiving dinner for $12.22. Matt-Man: “The Culinary MacGyver”

I spoke briefly with my son T-Day morning and he was excited about going over to his Grandma’s house for dinner, and spending much of the day with me on Friday. The joy was short-lived. When I arrived at his home Friday morning, he was sick and his hamster had died. I guess an uninvited flu bug showed up at his grandma’s house and infected the majority of attendees. My son was whiter than Ward and June Cleaver combined, and he spent the day sleeping and puking…poor little fellow. While he slept, I buried his hamster.

I went to see him Saturday, and he was back to his old, wise cracking, sarcastic self. I was however, happy sorry to see that his mom had come down with the virus. But, like a trooper she went to work and my son and I spent a couple of hours together…Nice.

I really enjoyed watching some great college football games Saturday, sorry to say that the Notre Dame/USC game wasn’t one of them. My beloved Irish were beaten down like a black man at a Michael Richards stand-up comedy act. Alas, I have gotten over it, because I found solace Sunday morning by watching Pastor Rod Parsley.

Big news kids, Pastor Parsley was preaching yesterday and informed everyone of his big Miracle Healing worldwide broadcast taking place next Monday December 4th. He wants all of us to send in our prayer requests right away so he can pray over our personal miracle cloth next Monday, and then send it to us. Hallelujah!! He said that we should send our most urgent prayer request. I am sending mine to him today. Pastor Rod: “I need you to pray for me to get laid!!” I mean I need a nice piece of ass, some high class trim. It has been so long since I’ve had sex. I think the last time I had intimate contact with a woman was when my mom shot me out from between her legs some 41 years ago. Pastor Rod…I need sex of biblical proportions, give a shout out to the Almighty, and ask him to send me a wet and ready Jezebel…Amen.

So there you have it…a weekend of ups and downs that ultimately seem to be turning out just dandy. My son is better. My cat is better. I ate like a pig, and with any luck I am going to score some holy honey hole next week. All in all, it was a pretty good holiday weekend, and I hope yours was as well. Cheers…