2004-11-24 - 12:48 p.m.

Oh today is a salad day. Who is actually going to work the whole day? Anyone?
On my way to the subway I always pass this sketchy pet shop. It is one of those that have puppies on display in the window. Apparently every week they have a sale on a certain breed, the sign on the window today said, “Chihuahua Blow Out”. Are there people actually going in there and looking at dogs like VCRs, “Man, I am going to take this baby home as soon as they mark it down.” I have been inside and there is a little English Bulldog puppy that I just want to take home (if only they would put him on sale), he just looks so unhappy in there.
I have a mild obsession with English Bulldogs. They just seem like the perfect apartment dog. They are complete sloths. I don’t think I could take a dog that was all in your face, “throw the ball, throw the ball, throw the ball… throw it again, throw it again!!” This dog is more like, “Do I want to go out? Not really. Can we get a pizza?” That is so my kind of dog.
When I first moved to New York I was broke, broke, broke. Going home to see my family for Thanksgiving was not an option so I decided to have all the orphans that had no where to go at my house. It started normal enough; a little turkey, some wine, some music and then it went all out. My wigs came out and there was an insane amount of drinking and dancing. At one point someone was in my bedroom so drunk that they couldn’t make it to the bathroom to hurl so they just opened up the window and puked out that. How would you like to be the unsuspecting soul out walking your dog only to have a shower of barf rain down on you from five flights up? That Thanksgiving became the stuff of legends. Each year more and more people would turn up and my sister started flying in to attend and the legend grew.
When I moved to Queens I thought that my reign was over, because who ever wants to go to Queens? But as they say in Field of Dreams, “If I cook it… they will come.” Ok, so I took some creative license there, but you get the idea. P and I had started dating at this point and how great is that to have a real live English guy at Thanksgiving? I so wanted him to dress up like a Pilgrim and me as an Indian, but he would not comply. I even had my beaded buckskin dress dry cleaned. Ah well.
Yesterday in my boredom I was surfing the food network site and there is a competition to win your own cooking show. How cool would this be? Cooking with libbyfish, or libbyfish live or maybe even Iron libbyfish. To enter I have to make a 3 minute video of me cooking a signature dish and talking about why I think I should have my own cooking show. My answer to that is why don’t I have one already??? Please, I am so much better than Rachel Ray, and not as obnoxious! I will keep diaryland informed if anything comes of it. I may need to put a call to arms and have you all vote for me! Watch this space!
Happy Thanksgiving all!

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