The Faces of Thanksgiving Dinner

Don't worry. No mutilated animal pictures today.

I discovered that the Peaceful Prairie Sanctuary outside of Denver has a blog. The Peaceful Prairie Sanctuary is a safe haven for rescued farm animals, and they have chickens and sheep and pigs and cows and... wait for it... turkeys.

I am posting two links to blog entries from the Peaceful Prairie Sanctuary about turkeys and Thanksgiving. I know it's probably a pain in the ass to link over to a different website. I would post them here and provide the links, but the formatting doesn't copy well, and they have some really wonderful photos attached to the entries. Please read them. Please think about it. Please don't let your tastebuds be the reason that these animals continue to be slaughtered.

http://peacefulprairie.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-view-on-turkey-day-by-delisa.html

http://peacefulprairie.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-were-thankful-for.html

Crazy

I had a dream last night where I was at an event for work, and a co-worker of mine and I were getting into the elevator to go back up to our hotel room. We let on a lady with a stroller, but there wasn't a baby in the stroller.

The elevator was really shallow, so we were all squeezed up against each other.

We kept pressing the buttons for our floors, but the elevator would just skip them. It would go up and down and up and down. 14th floor. 200th floor. 89th floor. 106th floor. 4th floor.

I wonder if it means anything.

Or if I just need to stop eating spaghetti before bed.

Smack!

Ever feel like you got smacked in the face, only no one touched you? No one ever said a word?

I kind of feel like that today.

Ouch.

P.S. My tattoo is badass.