Driving, Comments, Ashton Kutcher, and Potatoes

You know how you have a weekend with only one or two commitments and you have all sorts of things planned in your mind to get accomplished but then your college daughter sends you a text that says "I feel awful. Can you come bring me home?" so you drop everything and drive two hours to get her and two hours home? Me too! Odd that you and I had the same kind of weekend.
Of course, I had conflicting emotions. I was terribly sad she was sick. But thrilled she still wanted her mommy. It is always gratifying to be needed. The entire dynamic of our home is different when she is here. It's sunnier and lighter.

As it is my self-appointed job to teach all of you moms of young kids about your future, let me state unequivocally - they are always able to turn your life booty over teakettle with one simple phone call. Yes, a baby or a toddler can wreak havoc on a schedule. So can a college student. For instance, both of mine are now coming home tomorrow instead of us picking them up Wednesday. So, best I can figure, I have 48 hours worth of living to do in about 18 hours.

The cranberries are popping on the stove even as I type. I have a to-do list so long, it would read better than this blog post. But, isn't that the essence of a holiday - more work than we could ever possibly accomplish? I thought so.I do have time to get a few other random thoughts out of my head that have been rattling around in there for a few days.

*What is up with the comments link being at the top of so many blogs now? Does anyone else besides me think that it odd? I read down to the bottom only to find that I'm participating in a new kind of Where's Waldo search for the comments. I am a person who craves order. Rational thinking. A sense of purpose in the world. This new trend rocks my world. And not in a good way.

*I've decided to surrender to my google reader. Yes, it will always have the upper hand in our relationship. I cannot possibly get down to "zero" on the number of posts in there. It wins. I give up. Oddly, since giving up, it has looked much less smug to me. I highly recommend you surrender as well.
*I'm still trying on the twitter thing. I still don't grasp its purpose. I am open to any and all advice and tutorials. Why do I want to understand it? To fit in. Plus, if Ashton Kutcher can understand it, I have to be able to. I might surrender to my google reader but I'll never surrender to Ashton. A girl has to draw the line somewhere.
*When the pilgrims started this whole holiday based on food, did they realize that the blending of so many different households under one roof for a day would entail the making of so many different potato dishes? I just don't think they were that forward thinking. Or maybe they just didn't care about us southerners and our love for anything we can dig up out of the ground.
The cranberry sauce is smelling incredible so I need to go put it in a dish and lick the pan. I mean wash the pan. Plus, those potatoes won't peel themselves.