Random Bits

And now its not.

My brother and sister in law hosted this year - and I don't think they could have done so if they hadn't moved into the upstairs bedrooms in the addition. Because they were able to ove into the upstairs bedrooms (and wow - they look really nice!) they had the space to empty out the study/library off all the furniture and put the double table in there.

They fit five kids under the age of 10 and ten adults around the table (my sister-in-law is the youngest adult, as she is four months younger than me). Plus their elderly golden retriever. The spread was epic - and yes, there was turkey even though the vegetarians hosted. The in-laws brought the turkey, gravy, and pies.

I brought a box of chocolates (about all I was mentally capable of seeing as I am still jetlagged as whoa and falling asleep at odd times and waking up in the middle of the night (hi midnight - I WAS asleep - quite happily too, and now I'm NOT... what do I do when I can't sleep? I'm blogging. Oy).

My three-and-a-half year old nephew L (our youngest person at the table) is a major chocoholic. He is a very good eater, but he *loves* chocolate. K's brother (also K) brought a chocolate chip pumpkin cake that L ate the chocolate chip out of his piece (funniest thing I saw).

And I saw G's (my nearly-ten year old niece) multimedia geneology report about my (my father's father) side of the family - funniest bit was about my great grandfather and his brother being run out of Italy because of the Sicilian mob (true family legend).

Story goes Great Great Uncle Luigi's wife had taken up with a mob boss and he (Luigi) had broken into the house and stolen back the bedroom set (that he had made, as he was a cabinet/furniture maker). The mob boss was not pleased. So Umberto (my great great grandfather) brought Luigi to the US. Don't know what happened to the famous bedroom set. Of course G's report only said the Sicilian mob was mad at Luigi so he came here. I filled in the other bits since it is a family legend of how we came to the US in 190whatever.

My father's mother and my mother's parents and K's parents parents parents (possibly parents) (her mother's side has been here a long damned time) stories aren't nearly so colorful. Although my father's mother's parents came in 1880s and were first cousins. Which for Italy in the 1880s was not such a strange thing. Most possibly an arranged marriage.

Anyway. Now I'm just babbling nonsense so I'm gonna give sleeping another go. Hope everyone who celebrates had a lovely Thanksgiving!

So I work from home. My company is based about 3000 miles away from where I live, so my whole job happens via technology - online, telecommuting tools, etc.

There is one person at the company I am in nearly-constant contact with. We are both project managers for the same client, and we have slightly different primary responsibilities, but we also share a lot. Bonus is that if I can't do my primary job, she can step in, and vice versa. Today, we had this IM conversation:

ME (totally random oddity - four people just walked past my house and down the street in all white painter's coverups - or hazmat suits. Hard to tell which. But from their hooded heads to their toes - all white.)

HER rogue beekeepers?

ME hmmmm possible. Very very possible.

HER are your windows open?

ME Well - in the bedrooms, yes.

HER well, hopefully it's a painting thing, and not a chemical/biological/zoological incident, then
:)

ME Right. They were fairly lackadaisical in their meander. I would hope they'd be moving with more purpose if it was anything hazardous.

HER good point!
HER (how does one meander non-lackadaisically?)

ME And they just wandered back by. Huh. I think they are teenagers. And teenagers are a notoriously unpredictable breed.

HER traveling painters, looking for something to paint.
HER or possibly a new boy band

ME Oh! I think the boy band angle has merit!

HER teenagers in strangely coordinated theme outfits? come on!

So... My neighborhood was invaded today by rouge beekeeping painters - or maybe a new boy band from the 'burbs that dresses all in white painter's coveralls. I wonder what their "sound" is like?