Have you seen that insurance commercial where the pig in the back seat of the car is screaming “weeeeee!” all the way home?  Not to invite the pig references during a week when I will wear stretchy pants to any occasion I can manage, but weeeeeeee! To play the role of Captain Obvious for a moment, it is Thanksgiving week!

Say it with me: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The happiness tied to Thanksgiving has changed with time. When I was young, it was a gloriously long weekend of doing nothing with my mom and grandma. This often included being pulled from one department store to another in search of discount Christmas gifts. It always included time around the table, stories from family members and feeling overwhelmingly loved.

While I’ve long since stopped doing the department store discount disco (Black Friday Breakdance/Target Tango/Walmart Mambo), this week thankfully still means family. My parents will be in from Texas — the first time I’ve seen my mama since her surgeries earlier this fall. My grandparents are cooking a feast and there is a possibility I’ll get to see my extended family too. As a geographic orphan, having my family this close for a bit of time makes me scream “weeeeeeeeeee!” (At least until the first inquiry into my non-married status is made. Then the “weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees” will take a more chardonnay tinted “weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeurp!”)

I’m also continuing my stake in the holiday tradition pool this week. While Matt and Rebecca have Mattmas, the Couture/Mitterers have Christmas Eve Movie and Booze festivus, the Tolars have Christmas day brunch cornered, the Disbrows and Wrights have the market on Sunday Funday — I’m marking my territory for the cinnamon-roll-delivery-Thanksgiving-Day tradition.  As you can imagine, there aren’t many protesters. A few friends will receive a platter of warm cinnamon rolls delivered bright and early Thursday morning (with an overly sappy note on why I am thankful for them, of course.)

This year I’m trying a new recipe. Nevermind, why mess with the best? Ree’s cooking is superb. I’m also responsible for a pumpkin pie for Grandma’s house. Over the hills and through the woods, to Grandma’s house in Tucson I go…