Steph, the ring thing is really cool!

It totally feels like midnight and it is only 7:30 here. I blame it on alcohol and watching kids play soccer and yard hockey for something like 3-4 hrs straight. It's exhausting, you know.

the family diamond ring that gets passed to the next oldest single woman when the current recipient gets married

That's really cool!

The story is: the ring originally belonged to my great-great aunt (my grandmother's aunt), who was married 3 times. My grandmother's brother got married and had no money for a ring, so my great-great aunt gave him this diamond ring, but stipulated that the ring had to stay in his family, not his new wife's.

New wife died young, and so, for some reason, instead of the ring going back to my great-great aunt, my grandma held on to it. Eventually she gave it to her oldest daughter (my aunt), and when that aunt got married, she gave it to my mom, and when my mom got married she gave it to my youngest aunt. When my youngest aunt got married, she gave it to my cousin, and when my cousin got married, she gave it to me, and now I gave it to my cousin's daughter, which makes her the 5th generation to have this ring.

I was wondering what to do with myself tomorrow, then I checked the dollar movie website. Guardians of the Galaxy is there! I didn't miss it! Movie! And if I catch the first matinee, hopefully everyone else will be out shopping or still recovering from today.

Edit: Or they'll all be going to see Left Behind, which is also showing at the dollar movie. Poor Nicholas Cage.

And my insane husband is packing for a camping trip all weekend.

CJ is also camping this weekend. In the Rockies. I'm staying home, nice and warm.

Our Christmas tree is up, no decorations yet. I'll putter with the other stuff over the next 3 days.

Camping in winter! Crazy!

The pies all went off well--I think the pecan-hazelnut-bourbon pie was the hit, although that may be the last time I bother with hazelnuts. Hard to find, and harder to peel. I'll stick with pecans next year. But the bourbon and butter and sea salt was a great combination.

Very full now, and probably will be hungover, but I promised to go running in the morning with my niece & her friends. Woops.

Oh, and we found out that a spoon my BIL might have picked up at a yard sale twenty years ago is worth $200. Wow.

Wow, how did you find that out? Is it some sort of decorative spoon, or a serving spoon, or?

Went to a friend's house and ate WAAAY to much along with about 16 other peeps. Oh, and I had a Moscow Mule, which was deelish. After dinner, we sat around and all sang enthusiastically if not harmonically along with the musicians in our midst to various rock oldies. We had a mandolin, two ukeleles and a guitar all playing together.

When I went to roast the chickens, (we decided that turkey is not really a tasty bird, and that we prefer chicken) after roasting the normal time found the top was cooked perfectly, but the bottom was nearly raw. Did not want the cooked part to burn, so cut the half cooked chickens into quarters, put them back in oven raw side up - they cooked fine. Something must be wrong with our oven. I did the usual thing I do to roast whole chickens -- 15 minutes at 475 to caramelize the skin, then 20 minutes per pound at 350. Check with meat thermometer toward end, since cooking time is an approximation and needs to be adjusted up or down a bit. But half the chicken raw, and half cooked is not where it should be after that long cooking.

Ugh. Two hours in, only two passengers. Why no love, Uber?

Do like my last driver and due for Lyft too!

I had a ten out of fucking ten headache. One that deserves the hyperbole and a half pain chart--I don't think I've ever screamed for hours before. I barfed a little when I first got to the ER, in that sort of don't fight the feeling sort of way. Just a little. And then in the middle of having meds pushed I had to interrupt her and upchuck all the water I'd drunk since. 550cc. I'm so proud...

At least the pain is at an eight now.