I can’t remember the last time my family and I had a turkey at Thanksgiving. My grandpa isn’t a fan of turkey so we’d have different types of meat instead. “But turkey is the traditional Thanksgiving food!” people will say to me when they hear this. People also gasp when they hear that my family has mixed opinions on pumpkin pie, so we have other pies and desserts instead.
I can vividly recall the worst day of my life as a working adult. My alarm sounded promptly at 5:00 a.m. The sky was still dark, and I dreaded the day ahead. The reason for this dread is a feeling that any retail employee can understand: I was working on Black Friday.
There is a picture of me in the family photo album dressed as a little lady pilgrim, standing next to a little Indian boy with construction paper feathers in a construction paper headband. It was taken in 1994 when I was a wee kindergartner.
History books are wrong about the Battle of the Bulge. It didn’t happen in Europe during World War II; it’s happening in our homes on the fourth Thursday of every November. As Thanksgiving draws closer this year and threatens waistlines everywhere, it would be wise of us to devise a strategy to deal with this dangerous opponent. This opponent is none other than the duplicious Thanksgiving dinner. The following are the resources and attack strategies of the Thanksgiving dinner:
When people think of UCI, fashion does not immediately come to mind. After all, why should it? Most students don’t come here with plans to become stylists or designers. However, there are some students who plan to pursue a career in the fashion industry, no matter what major they’ll have on their diploma.
(10:53:09 PM) Traci: I’m doing that thing where I’m trying to name all 50 states…I only have 39…
(10:53:15 PM) Amanda: hahaha
(10:53:19 PM) Amanda: love it
(10:53:21 PM) Amanda: let me see if I can do it
I have something in common with the prime ministers, presidents and corporate tycoons of the world. Is it my gold-plated Rolls-Royce bedazzled in hulking 24-carat diamonds? My intricate knowledge of the world’s most secretive nuclear arsenals? The fact that I can call up the British prime minister for a spot o’ tea n’ crumpets? Well, I’m working on those ... but in the meantime, the closest I am to that Rolls-Royce is when I stud my Toyota with rhinestones.
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