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Turkey for me, turkey for you

Turkey. Whenever I hear the word turkey I am reminded of a little tune Adam Sandler performed on SNL years ago. My friend Sue and I used to sing it at work and it made us happy.

Up until yesterday turkey was a happy place. I now have a new connotation for turkey... TURKEY BINGO.

Turkey Bingo is an annual event at AE's school. In the past our family packed into the gym with hundreds of other people and played bingo for three hours while a teacher sat on the stage wearing a styrofoam corncob on her head calling numbers. B-9, we have B-9.

This year I stepped from a spectator to an official in the game we call Turkey Bingo.

I've wanted to get more involved at school and last night I put in a lifetime of involvement in three hours. Somehow I ended up coordinating food for 600 and organizing all voluteers (40+).

I only wanted to be physically ill once (ok, maybe twice) throughout the evening. The worst was when I called the pizza place to check on our late order of 70 pizzas and was told by some kid, "Oh no, we forgot to make your order." We also went through 9,000 bingo sheets in the first 45 minutes completely depleting our supply. Other than that all went well.

I did have a good time and have had time to reflect today. I met some really nice people and was helped out by my wonderful neighbors.

As my neighbor and good friend Lori says, "It takes a village" to do many things like raise children, decorate a house and now put on Turkey Bingo. Lori usually adds the caveat, "Let's just hope we're not a village of idiots."

Comments

carey said…
Watch out. Next year YOU will be wearing the corncob on your head.

I'll bet money on it.
Susan said…
Let me guarantee that if that happens I will post a picture for the world to see. I would don the hat after many cocktails and only after I ask someone how to get to Sheboygan. I promise I won't hit anyone with a bag of Gobstoppers this time.

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