Thanksgiving with Mona

I love Thanksgiving. I love the food. I love the merriment. I love the stress of figuring out how much turkey and how much ham and who is vegan and who is just vegan because they’re trying to show off to the internet–which was me for three weeks–how do I show off to the internet now?! I can’t make crafts and my fashion blog would consist of my good workout pants and a hoodie with minimal stains. Anyway!

My brother and his wife and two kids flew up from San Diego which meant my house was filled with cousins. I miss having family so close by and I know my kids have been missing their family as well. This was taken like five minutes after they arrived.

It was a good opportunity to recreate some photos: Boyz II Not Men.

My niece Isabella whispered into my ear, “Auntie Mona, can I have some makeup?” So I gifted her a spare Urban Decay smoky palette that I haven’t been able to get work for me and let her use my face as a canvas.

So gorgeous! So much better! Much wow!


She only put lipstick on 1/3 of my lips and eyeshadow on places that normally or ever have had eyeshadow but I was thankful for her artistry.

I made most of the dishes for Thanksgiving, except for the bowl of potato chips. I didn’t have enough room in my schedule to go back in time, learn about potatoes, plant some potatoes, figure out what chemicals make up the cheesy dust that has my kids addicted and perfect my mandolin skills for the perfect ruffled edge.

I facetimed with my mom and family back on Saipan which was fine except people kept leaving the screen and I had to talk to a chair. How’s it going chair?!

The turkey came out beautifully. It was seasoned and juicy and rich and perfect even though I use the same fish-shaped serving platter I’ve had since 2004. I don’t know what I would do without that platter because I bought it at a super discount because the cashier couldn’t find it in the system and let me purchase it for $12. I can’t swing that scam again!

I hope you ate and drank and laughed and played Friends trivia as much as we did. Happy Thanksgiving, friends.

Ghouls and gals and other updates 

  
hello friends, how are you? I am well. Actually, if you asked me, “Hi Mona, how’s it going?” I would say, “I am good.” I am not the upper crust type who says, “I am *well,” like anyone in my office kitchen who reminds me that we did not grow up in the same kind of house, they probably went to fancy things like gymnastic classes and I could only afford to use the pew kneelers at our catholic church as a balance beam. I stuck the landing but my mom never took me to mass after that.   
Anyway! I’ve missed being here, writing in this blog of mine. I’ve missed having this part of my life that seemed to keep me in balance. I’ve been telling jokes. I’ve been laughing in other cities. I’ve cried over sad things that have resurfaced–a kind comic who died, memories of my high school best friend who died, other people I’ve lost. All this heaviness mixed into lighter moments, like a snow globe of glitter mixed with white beach sand colliding into the boulders they used to drown witches. It’s all here. And so am I. But I’m good. I really am.

Some updates: 

My mom has been visiting my brother in San Diego. She has been here since July, when Nathan and I returned from Saipan. This is the first time we’ve had to figure out how this house works. It’s funny how much I’ve relied on her to be the central nervous system of this home, if a central nervous system made dinner every night, washed and folded clothes, and listened patiently as you talked about your comedy shows and always asked, “Were there any Chamorros in the audience?” No mom, the village of Susupe was not in the audience. Believe me, I ask. 

 
I wore this trill coat. I bought this back in 2003 at Hempfest, which is a pro-marijuana festival in Seattle. I don’t remember what made me buy this from a vendor, only that it was $40 and I’ve never let it go. I want to make this more of my identity. Like, there’s Mona in that vintage coat, trying too hard. That’s something I identify with: desperation. 

  

Can we talk about cuuuute Halloween is? TJ is Captain Chamerica, representing his American side that will be able to move through this world with privilege and his Chamorro side that will have to explain where Saipan is and that Chamorro is not a food. Nathan is Jake the Dog from Adventure Time. The hole isn’t big enough for him to see or breathe at the same time, so he has to choose one or the other. A dog’s life isn’t easy, kid.

How are you doing, friend?

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