My Thanksgiving day poem:
Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
Thank. Fucking. God.
PS. This post was longer but I took out all the stuff about toilet water so that it was more relatable to the mainstream public. Unless you’re also celebrating Thanksgiving in a house that was just flooded with two inches toilet water. Then you’re probably my husband. I have another poem for you. It’s called “I never want to hear you complain about my parent’s occassional lack of running water again.”
Comment of the day: I wish you’d fucking stop plagiarizing Emily Dickinson. No wonder you don’t have one of them “Blogging with Integrity” badges on your sidebar. ~ Marinka
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Love it! Thank you so much for making my holiday tolerable. Happy Turkey Day! And try not to drink too much…
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huhhhh, try not to drink too much?
my advice: try to drink too much, then you have an excuse to leave.
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*sniffle* That was so moving sighhh 😉
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Amen! and Happy Thanksgiving!
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I need to get that on a t-shirt
.-= Rob´s last blog ..Lending a Helping Hand… Covered in Crisco =-.
The most genius thing you’ve ever written. Just brilliant.
So I take it you’re imploring Thanksgiving to only come once a year?
That’s cool – I eat way too much on Thanksgiving anyway. Well, from Thanksgiving to after Mardi Gras. Some time after Mardi Gras. Like probably to the beginning of November.
Um, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!
But it is my favorite holiday!
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I love poetry.
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I love how the title is longer than the post. You are my official Thanksgiving posting hero.
Also, you rock. Don’t know if anyone’s told you that lately, but you totally do.
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Elegant. Like a startled Haiku.
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That’s touching. I can’t wait for your Christmas poem.
I’m pretty sure that poem could be modified for any number of fabulous holidays! Keep dry and don’t step in any yellow puddles LOL
.-= Carrie´s last blog ..It’s late… =-.
Did the pilgrims complain about the lack of running water? No, they were THANKFUL for the things they had and thus the holiday was born. Your parents probably staged the whole thing to enforce a thanksgiving message. Obvi.
Here’s hoping your Thanksgiving takes a turn for the better!
.-= Jane´s last blog ..Happy Thanksgiving Y’all! =-.
I want that on a t-shirt too. I could wear it next year to our annual Thanksgiving dinner at the Cracker Barrel.
ahh….. the love of family on Thanksgiving!! Great poem. Cheers!
.-= Jennifer´s last blog ..Happy Thanksgiving 2009! =-.
Aw, that sucks! Hopefully next year will be beter (*crosses fingers)
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That poem rules. I’m going to print it and frame it and hang it over my table next Thanksgiving.
I can’t help but feel that I’m getting screwed here. Canada has Thanksgiving in October and my bathroom ceiling is collapsing, so not only do we have to duck to shower, we also get full access to the bath water from the apartment above us! I, for one, would have appreciated the toilet water bits.
.-= Tracy´s last blog ..Dinnertime! =-.
This could only happen to you. The universe is a mystery. Without the overflowing toilet, your posts might have been banal. Have a good one, none the less. Oh, and Crocs (which I abhor) would’ve come in handy.
Excellent use of subtlety. So few words tell so much, and apply to so many people. And holidays. Like Christmas. My poetry teacher would have given you an A and a gold star.
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Good poem! My sentiments exactly!! I hope the turkey doesn’t taste like sewer water to you. You know, most of taste is smell–so just dont’t breathe when you’re eating.
Love (but only in a brotherly way and accompanied with a manly handshake and pat-on-the -back to Victor),
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I could not agree more. Thank god it only comes 1x a year.
.-= Delisha´s last blog ..Happy Thanksgiving! 10 things I’m thankful for. =-.
Ah, nothing classier than celebrating a major holiday ankle-deep in water from the shitter.
…’Cause you know that’s just how the Pilgrims did it.
WTF? Did somebody try to flush the turkey?
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OHMYGOD! The same thing happened to me once. Except it was on Christmas. And it was coming from upstairs. Right over the dining room table. We ate on the floor of the living room because the couches were white. It was the MOST FUN EVER.
But is it Happy Hour yet?!
I agree with the advice given to not drink too much – I know that whenever I drink too much I have to go to the washroom approximately every 4.7 minutes and if that’s where the problem started in the first place I think I’d try to avoid aggravating it and making the whole damned thing happen again.
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Screw it. Drink up. There’s already toilet overflow everywhere. Just pee when and where you need to. Perhaps it would be more efficient to remove your pants before drinking.
I think Sarah meant, “Try not to drink too much toilet water.” Surely she wasn’t referencing alcohol, that would be criminal.
mmm… toilet water molecules blowing all over the house…
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What I enjoyed most about the poem was it’s light and shade. Well crafted, Jenny, well crafted.
I raise my bottle of Vicodin and my bottle of vodka to that.
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I maintain that this would be totally worth it for pumpkin pie. Just think of all the people in Australia who don’t even get pumpkin pie.
.-= Zoey @ Good Goog´s last blog ..Sentimentality, the Camera and Defection =-.
OK, you win. All I had to do today was drag the rotting corpse of a deer into the woods. Apparently, he mistook my deck for a rival male and challenged it to a head-butting contest. The deck won. Horrible smell but at least that was outside.
Come to think of it, though, I’m not all that surprised about the plumbing problems. You cram too many people into one house and feed them all that crap, you’re pretty much asking for it. I wonder if anyone’s ever graphed emergency plumbing calls versus major holidays. I bet there’s an Ig-Nobel Prize in there somewhere.
.-= Steve´s last blog ..#105 Turkey Day =-.
Do you write poetry for weddings, too?
I heard a story on NPR about non-traditional Thanksgiving traditions…and one of them was a family that all wrote poems each year…every year…that sounds like hell to me. HELL on Earth!!
I like your poem though. Short, sweet, to-the-point.
.-= Rhea´s last blog ..My Non-Thanksgiving Post =-.
I think WordsWorth is so quaking in his little boots right now.
I have one you might like!!
Once I trod through streets of gold
Once I warmed a heart so cold
Once I told the truth so bold
Now my life is shit.
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I wish you’d fucking stop plagiarizing Emily Dickinson. No wonder you don’t have one of them “Blogging with Integrity” badges on your sidebar.
.-= Marinka´s last blog ..Happy Thanksgiving. Your Manners Suck =-.
Are you at my mother-in-law’s? Seriously. She wrote me a long email about how they had no water at all because of some sort of leak that required them to shut off ALL water to the house for several days because her husband Moris-With-Only-One-S hadn’t called the City about it.
Seriously though, I just came back from the hospital where my poor Long Suffering Spouse is spending the night and probably the weekend because we figured out today he has a clot in his lung. The good news is that it’s all as good as it can possibly be under the circumstances (it’s a lovely new hospital and not a nasty old Russian hospital). But still. The dude is depressed he’s going to be stuck there for the whole weekend.
.-= TheExpatresse´s last blog ..Let the Holidays Commence! =-.
Why the hell do your parents have an “occasional lack of running water”?
.-= LeeChrista´s last blog ..And For This I Am Thankful… =-.
Sounds like your Thanksgiving was a lot more exciting than mine!
.-= Lynn from For Love or Funny´s last blog ..Happy Thanksgiving =-.
I have written several haikus in your honor:
It is turkey day!
Toilet water overflowed
The fans are too loud
Hi! It’s Thanksgiving!
Sweaty strangers in basement
Love in all our hearts
Stinky, flooded basement
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Somehow, I should have known that a Bloggess-and-Victor-Thanksgiving would in some way have to involve toilet water. James Garfield would’ve known what to do.
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Awesome. Though…depending on the status of the toilet, the water may actually be cleaner than what flows from your sink so……..
.-= Jessica´s last blog ..booshy blessings (aka we’re being thankful today, dammit) =-.
you gotta write a christmas poem, then a Hanukkah poem. I’ll share them with my outlaws and my inlaws. My outlaws enjoyed your thanksgiving poem that we read to thanksgiving shots of jack. I hope you can brush your teeth tonight!
Oh how the holidays bring families together! This story reminds me of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation…. this is before all of the bad National Lampoon movies….. but if it isn’t one thing it is another 🙂 My solution just drink and take it all in.
Is that haiku? You friggin’ rock. Why do cool things keep on happening to you?! You have a fairy godmother or something?
(In all seriousness, if you were being serious about the toilet water, I am very sorry. No, I am being serious. That’s some serious shit. No pun intended.) XXOO. Hope you have better luck on Black Friday. Maybe they have a sale at the Estate sale?!
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So simple yet it provided the cherry on top of my thanksgiving sundae. Nothing goes better together than human excrement and turkey.
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And that BLOWS.
.-= Zak´s last blog ..Happy Torturegiving From My House To Yours =-.
Dude, that poem was on a metaphysical level few can attain.
I’d like to hear William Shatner perform that on the next Conan. The place would be jumping!
Definitely a poetic moment of genius. Or something.
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I linked to your post yesterday. This morning I awoke from a drug induced Thanksgiving-erasing coma to find an email from (an already productively at work) Ms. Bic: “You need to fix your Blogess post and add an “s” to “come.”
A true literary quandary has ensued. You wrote “come” not “comes.” I quoted you directly. We’re both right as far as I’m concerned. So’s Ms. Bic. Fuck.
I just added “sic.”
Is that sick?
Fuck it. I’m getting more coffee. I feel a headache coming on.
Maybe we should elope?
.-= Bic´s last blog ..A Thanksgiving Poem =-.
Crap! This is why I need a full-time editor.
All I can think is…..Can you leave?
For the love of God. Leave woman, leave!
You can have mine–finds typos; misses brilliance.
.-= Bic´s last blog ..A Thanksgiving Poem =-.
Lovely poem even if you are channeling Emily Dickinson. I agree and want the
T-shirt as well.
Flooding the in-laws’ whole house
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My house has been flooded and full of those huge fans and strangers too many times in the past two years. I totally feel your in-laws’ pain. Really. Nothing crappier than knowing that your biggest cash expenditure is rotting under your feet!
Where do you draw the line between toilet water and sewage? IJS.
.-= marathonmom´s last blog ..Do you feel it too? =-.
Here’s my Thanksgiving Haikus.
Thirty is too old
to be at the kids’ table
unwed must mean kid
Turkey is burning
I get to set the table
Kids get the easy jobs
.-= Virginia´s last blog ..What?…What? =-.
I’ve tried to get rid of houseguests but I’ve never gone to THOSE extremes.
.-= Anndi´s last blog .."to the moon!" =-.
Brilliant, Simply Brilliant!
.-= Jeni ~Duchess of Blog´s last blog ..Kalvin, with all of his tween wisdom, has come to find “Yo Mama” jokes as the funniest thing EVER. And that pretty much sums up my Thanksgiving holiday =-.
Wow, your Thanksgiving sounds super awesome. Good luck with that.
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So what’s wrong a little toilet water? The French love it.
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Guess I was not the only one that had a crapy day of giving thanks… it totally SUCKED !
Did I mention I HATE THANKSGIVING? ? ?
Sweaty strangers like to work on the holidays so they can pay for sweat therapy with the overtime money.
we heard on the radio (Canadian radio lol) that there was a sale on lap tops for $200 somewhere down there in america lol and a huge brawl broke out and they had to evacuate the store and stop the sale hahaha, wish we had a shopping day like that
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Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Errr better yet no need to answer that. Gawwd only knows what will come out. 🙂 Looking forward to your words of wisdom for X-mas
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Bummer – a Haiku
An “s”, now added
My past post now meaningless
What a bummer, dude
Here’s an idea we (my 12 year old and I) came up with on the way to my sisters home-
Stuff a Sham-Wow down your pants and you don’t have to stop and pee on your trip. We estimated 6.5 ShamWows would get you New York to LA.
Maybe you should hand them out at Christmas.
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Me: Hey Dad, what are those jump drives in the side of your tv? Dad: Oh, those are my vacation pictures… from the last 7 years. I set up my tv to run a slideshow. I’ll show you. The pictures I’ve already showed you on my computer. But bigger. During the football game that you seem to be enjoying so much. Me: Actually, I was thinking of driving forks into the bottom of my feet and running around naked in front of all your friends, because that seems more like something I want to do right now. Dad: Ok then. This is your step mom at a market near the coliseum. In Rome. Me: You should go to the one in Detroit. Oh, you know what? We can see it on TV. Let me show you.
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Elegant! It flowed and struck an emotional chord with me. I think this will go down as a classic! Nice one!!
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now i’m really curious…
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It sounds like you had quite the craptastic time, love your poem just another example of your genius
clearly you belong on the team of writers that write the crap for the Hallmark Specials. You’d make them soooo much better.
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I am sure there are many, many turkeys who agree with you.
.-= EdT.´s last blog ..Not in My Back Yard. Or across the street, apparently. =-.
I think that should be a greeting card. I’d totally send that to a lot of people.
Could we change it to christmas and get it on a t-shirt? I’m pretty sure my hubby would wear it. Every damn day.
.-= Spot´s last blog ..Turkey Day…survived! =-.
How about a system whereby we have EITHER Thanksgiving or Christmas in any given year. It could be done by lottery, or the Bloggess could just pull the winner out of a hat. Or a bowl.
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.-= Jenn´s last blog ..I got Kidney Stones for Thanksgiving & Other Holiday Miracles =-.
I’d love to see you on an episode of Wife Swap. Just sayin’!
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Keep your shitty poetry to yourself. =)
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Was there also food involved, because that is fucking gross.
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StressmasKwaanzaKah will be here soon enough. Can’t wait for that bitch of a poem.
ps: You should seriously consider submitting this poem to the Norton Anthology of Poetry….
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I’m leaving this comment entirely for either your ego or your entertainment (quite possibly both). i work at a call center, so my days are spent wandering the wonder that is the world wide web aimlessly, usually finding nothing. I just spent an entire workday reading this blog, fluctuating between annoying supervisors and confusing customers with my random laughter. Your entertainment value is through the roof mam, You have gained a new reader.
PS: I live on an island in Canada that i believe is technically within, or very close to, the arctic circle. so, here’s to your ability to branch out!
Your new Canadian enthusiast
ok. i just have to say something. apparently the sewage had an attack planned for thanksgiving. you are the sixth…yes i said SIXTH person i know of that had a toilet disaster on thanksgiving. i myself also experienced a toilet issue. with the backing up and poo water.
fuck. the. turkey.
.-= Loco YaYa´s last blog ..thankful for…notmuch. =-.
OMG! One of my family’s fondest Thanksgiving memories is the year WE had toilet water all over the floor. It involved an elementary school aged younger brother, a mid-meal potty break, and an oriental rug. It took a while for the water to slowly and silently creep its way down the hall, down the steps into the sunken dining room. No one was the wiser as we passed mashed potatoes around. Glad your family could enjoy the same kind of …memorable moment. Now our family tradition is to bring it up to embarrass said younger brother each year. He’s 30.
.-= Chelsea´s last blog ..Spread The Warmth – Support Embrace =-.
One word comes to mind. Lysol.
can u read in the car without getting sick?
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The holidays are a clusterfuck. That is all.
.-= Lotta´s last blog ..Snow Queen Vintage German Glass And Oxidized Brass Necklace =-.
My friends returned home from a Thanksgiving away to find their lower level filled with shit-water. They moved to a hotel for like a month until it was all fixed. Tree roots and sewer pipes should not be allowed to commingle.
.-= Meg´s last blog ..Blaaaahg =-.
My 10 reasons why my Thanksgiving 2009 sucked (no joking or exaggeration) and why my husband and I looked back at Thanksgiving 2008 (which we cancelled and spent in bed due to bad mall sushi giving us food poisoning) fondly:
Friend 1 arrives with her 3 kids under age 4 – (1) spills motor oil on driveway (we rent) and herself. I throw her pants in the washing machine, we have a coffee. Her eldest daughter comes up to us 15 minutes later and tells us that (2) the laundry room is flooded and the water is spilling into the hall. We start mopping it up. (3) I slip, fall, slam head into wall then full body slam onto flooded floor.
Rest of guests arrive – friend 2 with 3yo and baby, friend 3 with 4 yo and baby.
Dinner goes along well except (4) due to inclement weather all 18 of us crammed into a space that is comfy for 6 people. Hubby and I get 1 piece of turkey each.
Just as we’re relaxing, (5) 2 year old loses contest of her (and at least 3 other kids’) bladder on a chair. This (6) triggers a second kid to run to the bathroom and not quite make it, losing contents of HER bladder on bathroom floor. While this is being cleaned, another kid has to go so I take her to the second (uncleaned) bathroom. While waiting for her (her request) she informs me that (7) some kid I dimly remember seeing at her house the previous month told her I was so fat he was scared of me. (I’m size 16/18 – not People of Walmart fat).
I come off this emotional downer when (8) another kid falls off the back of sofa and puts her foot through her front window.
The day after, I spent crawling around the house (literally cuz of (3) ) cleaning carpet stains. Spent too much time close to the chemicals and nose felt burny. Next day (9) sinus infection that has had me knocked out for a week.
What makes it all worse? (10) I live in freakin’ AUSTRALIA and really only hold Thanksgiving to satisfy my sappy homesickness that crops up this time of year.
Husband suggested that for the cost and hassle, next year we could rent a place by the beach for the weekend, cook turkey dinner for two and come out winners.
Think I’ll book it now…
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We were gone for the week before Thanksgiving this year. A hot water pipe had broken in the upstairs bathroom while we were gone. The ceiling in the kitchen below the bathroom collapsed, destroying all the cabinetry below. Four-inches of hot water destroyed all the downstairs carpet and furnishings, including some antiques. The sauna created by the water damaged several pieces of original art. Large fans and dehumidifiers, Ta Rah!
Our Thanksgiving prayer: Thank God we are not working!
.-= Crystal´s last blog ..My Age of Autism Article =-.
Australia does not celebrate Thanksgiving.
Thank. Fucking. God.
Australia celebrates a horse race.
Every. Fucking. Year.