I shit you not, this is our lunch menu for tomorrow.

I mean sure, ours are coming out of a box that’s in the freezer right now but a turkey burger is still turkey, right?

Happy Thanksgiving

I would like to wish a happy Thanksgiving to everyone in the United States. We broke with tradition this year. The kids were with their father today so my wife and I went to a restaurant with her mother and step father. We went to a place called The Breakers, which is part of a hotel called Ashworth by the Sea (is that the right name?) in Hampton Beach, NH. The turkey dinner was excellent, the stuffing was excellent, the company was excellent, and the waves crashing into the beach across the street were the biggest and meanest I’ve ever seen on the East Coast. They looked down right Californian.

Tomorrow we will have the kids so we will have Thanksgiving Part II – Electric Turkey Boogaloo, which consists of another turkey dinner. Yum, babie. Yum.

Random Camera Phone Moments


I met our company’s latest hire on the way back from the cafe. I assume “gobble gobble” translates to nice to meet you.



I saw this truck yesterday and took a pick. I saw it again today. I have probably posted something like this before but… I just can’t imagine that their parties are all that much fun. Why do I think that?


Traffic Turkey

I was out of the house before 7:30 this morning. (I don’t remember exactly when I left. It was probably closer to 7:20)

I got to my desk at work at 9:32.

Two hours. It took me two hours to drive 43 miles.


There were no accidents, no break downs, no construction. It was raining a little That must be why I averaged about 20 miles per hour for the whole drive. Of course. Drizzle.

At least I got to see some turkeys in the back yard this morning.

turkey - dusklight

For the Birds

I had two separate bird sightings this week that are just the kind of thing to make your total nerd boy of a narrator want to run to wordpress.

This morning I was getting ready for work when I heard the gobble gobble of a turkey coming from behind the house. My step son was in the next room. I asked him if he heard it too but he didn’t. It was still dark out at that point. Half an hour later, with the sun coming up, I looked out the back window and could see a family of turkeys pretty far back in the trees. I had the kids look and they saw them too. One of them was doing that thing where they fan out their tail feathers. That sucker was HUGE. Mammoth! Gigantic. It was big enough to be Thanksgiving dinner for the whole neighborhood. I thought it was really cool. The kids were less impressed.

Still, as far as bird sightings go, that was nothing. Nothing, I say. I saw something else on Wednesday that was so awesome I can’t believe I forgot to write about it.

I was driving North on route 3 on the way home from work. There is a weird junction of highways in Chelmsford that I have to take each day. In order to go from route 3 North to route 495 North you have to take the Lowell Connector for a mile or so. Maybe less. As you exit onto the Connector there is a field to your right. It’s not big. There are some houses on the other side of it. Sometimes it looks like it floods, and there is a little pond. Right now that little pond is frozen over. (well, at least it was on Wednesday evening) As I was taking the exit something over there caught my eye. It went behind some trees as I changed roads and I lost it. Then it cleared again and I could see it. It was only for about a second and a half, but there was no doubt what it was.

It was a bird. A really, really big bird. It had brown feathers on its body and white feathers on its head. Oh yeah, USA, it was the bird that symbolizes our nation. It was a bald freakin’ eagle.

This isn’t a case of Robbie thinking it might have been something but he isn’t 100% sure. No. This was totally and without question a bald eagle. It was HUGE! It was just standing there in the middle of that frozen flood/pond area just off to the right of the junction between route 3 and the Lowell Connector. If I could have doubled back to get a better look I would have, but I was on the highway with no outlet. If I could have caught one of those asshole squirrels in my back yard and fed it to the eagle I would have, but alas I was lacking a squirrel trap.

I know there are bald eagles in the bird sanctuary in Methuen, and I once sat in awe as I watched one flying low over the Merrimack river in Lawrence. My new goal in life is to get a picture of one of these suckers. That would be cool.

You Turkey

Last night when Jen got home from work she saw a huge turkey in the back yard. Right now, a few minutes before sunrise, I can hear gobble gobbling coming from out back. It sounds like a thanksgiving pre-game out there.

Once again, I love our back yard wild kingdom.