It is nearly upon us…
This year, my parents and Walt’s mom will be joining us at our home. Want to know what we’ll be eating?
Schulz Family Thanksgiving Dinner Menu
Links marked with * are my own recipes.
Baby Greens with candied pecans, pears, pomegranate, feta, and maple vinaigrette *
Butternut Squash Soup
And, of course, we’ll set the table with our Handprint turkey runner.
Are you staying home or traveling? Having guests? Cooking, ordering takeout, or eating out? Tell me about your plans because I am
nosy interested in you.
The Happiest Place on Earth
We just returned home from a weeklong trip to Disneyland.
We have precious few pictures of the three of us together, but we were all there.
We must have walked 100 miles over the course of the week. In one day I wore holes in a brand new, never-worn pair of socks. We passed out early every night and took Advil every morning.
We had a lovely time.
A few weeks ago the New York Post ran an article declaring giraffes to be the new “it” animal. That must be why they seem to be everywhere! Ruining everything!
To combat this invasion, I created a Pinterest board depicting things that I see being ruined by giraffes. If you would like to contribute, please email your original photos (ones that you have taken yourself) to firstname.lastname@example.org with the heading: Giraffes Ruin Pinterest.
I love this little girl. You will too.
If you are not busy on September 16th, you could use that day to maybe buy Hook’s Revenge. I mean, if you want. (It releases just in time for International Talk Like A Pirate Day–9/19!)
I’ve had a few people ask if it is available for pre-order. Not just yet, but I will let you know as soon as it is.
Speaking of Hook’s Revenge, I saw some early sketches of cover art last week and I loved them so much. I can’t wait to see and share the final.
They did not look at all like this, but I felt like I should put something here, so:
Even though it is actually raining outside, I still keep listening to this. My favorite mix is Rain on the Roof, Thunder, and Frogs.
What’s on your mind today?
Recap: Last week, I announced a contest celebrating my new website. Entrants had to write a story, 100 words or less, using the words Giraffe, Cutlass, Hook, Chicken, Pink, Clock, and Pie. Bonus points were awarded for using “AAAAAAAAR” in a way that was neither pirate-speak nor an exclamation of pain.
The winning writer will receive a copy of my favorite illustrated Peter Pan, the 100th anniversary edition with artwork by Michael Hague:
And his/her choice of a tote bag or t-shirt featuring the best pirate giraffe the internet has to offer:
There were quite a few entries, and all were wonderful! Each person should consider him or herself a great big winner! Albeit, most are great big winners without a prize, but such is life, right?
My agent, Brooks Sherman, and I spent some time in intense deliberation this morning before agreeing on a winner.
Runner up: Karin Archibald who displayed an impressive creativity in her use of the words. See?
Time to Go
She picked up his plate that held only crumbs of a chicken pot pie.
“Are you having dessert”?
She refilled his coffee cup and gazed out the window. His faded, pink Oldsmobile Cutlass was parked in front of the diner. The filthy windows made it hard to see what was inside, but she swore there was a large stuffed giraffe in the back seat.
She looked at the clock and realized her shift was almost over.
“AAAAAAAAR YUUUUUUU HAAAAAV-ING DE-ZURRRRRRT”?!!!
He wiggled the hook of his hearing aid.
And now, without further ado, the
grand only prize winner, Andrea M! Her entry was hilarious and had a surprising twist.
The giraffe was back.
It was peeking in Captain Salty’s kitchen window. Third-floor kitchens are irresistible to giraffes.
Salty looked at the clock. The minute hand clicked.
“Bleedin’ timer.” Salty grabbed a potholder from the hook on the wall. He retrieved an apple pie from the oven and set it on the counter next to the roast chicken.
A pink giraffe tongue poked through the open window and inched toward the pie.
Salty unsheathed his cutlass. He raised it above his head and slashed the air.
The pie was now two pieces.
The giraffe gobbled up both.“Bleedin’ giraffes.”
Andrea, check your email!
Everyone else, thanks for entering or simply reading along. I’m so glad you’re here!