Friday, October 30, 2009

"...I will carry you, I will carry you..."

My sister and her partner broke up this week.

My sister will be ok.

She asked herself the question my mom always told us to ask ourselves when someone was making our life sad or difficult, "Does this person make my life better?"

In the end, it turns out, this person did not make my sister's life better. This person made Sara's complicated and angsty and difficult.

Last night, instead of going to Jason's house after work, I went home to be with Sara. And Jason came over for dinner.

And on the way to our house, he must have stopped at the supermarket because he came through the door with a bag that held what every girl needs when she goes through a breakup (whether she is the breaker or the breakee.)

It was a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

"I brought you something... you'll need this," Jason said as he handed her the bag.

Sara smiled and I, as I often do, thanked my lucky stars that this man is in my life.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

"...honey you know where the world is at, come home with me when the party ends..."

Last weekend, my parents had their annual bonfire at their house.

Dinner ala Mama PT, s'mores, beer and wine, pun'kin carving and good down home country charm.

The pun'kin carving is a serious thing in the Peace Turkey family.

There's no triangle eyes and crooked
mouth jack-o-lanterns allowed unless you're under the age of 5.


It's serious, people.

This was Jason's first PT family bonfire. So the pressure was on to perform well during the pun'kin carving portion of the evening.

This is what he came up with:

See, I'm a cat person. And, being a little girl once upon a time, I loved and still love all things Hello Kitty. (Yes, I am that girl.)

Jason (hunched over his pun'kin to hide the design) : My pumpkin is for you.

PT (somewhat dismissively): Aw, that's cute.

Jason: Wait til you see what it is.

PT: Neat.

::Jason shows me his carving masterpiece and I get the sniffles.::

All together now: "Awwwwwwwwwwwww."

It's the small things, you know?

Monday, October 26, 2009

"...scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic mister know it all..."

Back in April, one of my dearest friends asked me if she could guest blog here at Peace Turkey. Fashionista0921 has a fashion blog and wanted a safe, relationshippy place like Peace Turkey to talk about a relationship problem. You can find her original post here.

A comment on that post that I received early this morning prompted me to get Fashionista0921 to write a follow up.

I can tell you that Fashionista0921 is one of the strongest women I know. And I can tell you that she and her person are no longer together.

Here she is, dear readers.


With a recent comment by Excalibur on my last guest post, I decided to write a follow up post.

It’s been almost 10 months since my first serious break-up. That break-up was with a person I thought was “the one.” I’m happy to report I feel about 90% fantastic, with the other 10% still uncertain. I leave this 10% out of the other fantasticness because love is something I cherish and want so much. I don’t think I will be 100% better until I find it and I’m ready, excited, terrified and nervous to find it again.

The journey I went through was the hardest thing I ever had to go through to date, but it was also one of my greatest accomplishments. Going through the pain and heartache only made me a stronger person. I can accomplish anything now and I know I can go though any amount of pain and not lose myself. I came out the other side of this breakup a better person. It made me realize life’s priorities, my wants and needs, and my overall awesomeness.

I will note that I don’t hate the person who did this to me. I never will. Yes, he did the worst thing anyone could do to me- he left and broke my heart, but I don’t hate him. I can sit here and type to you how much he deserves to never speak to me again and never be a part of my life, but I’m not sure how much I believe that. Right now, the anger is still inside of me.

For anyone going through the similar situation, I give you a virtual hug and a promise that it will be okay. It will be. Of course it sucks and of course you cant see the light at the end, but its there and when you reach the end, you will see the amazingness that your world will be filled with.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

"...they say it's your birthday..."

It's totally not my birthday. We'll get to that in a minute.

Last night, I went to a company dinner (a reward for meeting a whoa-outrageous sales goal with my team) at this lovely, ritzy place in downtown Pittsburgh called The Carlton. There were six of us, including the Prez and VPrez of the company.

I ordered VEAL. Just a day ago, after watching this brutal humane society commercial about animal cruelty with cows and chickens, I swore I was going vegan. But I sat there last night, with my leather boots on and ordered VEAL. And it was AH-MAZING. Sorry baby cow, but you're delicious. And I did donate $20 to the Humane Society this month. So.


We were having this lovely dinner full of great conversation and yummy appetizers and wildly flavorful main courses and brilliant red wine and shots of Patron (like you do, apparently) and then we ordered coffees and cappuccinos and desserts.

Our coffees came and everyone's dessert came. Except mine. I kind of looked around and kind of shrugged and started to sip my cappuccino. I figured the waiter must have forgotten my chocolate raspberry torte but eh, I didn't care. I was just happy to have good people around me and delicious coffee.

Annnnnd then of course.... the entire waitstaff comes out and start singing "Happy Birthday" as they walk towards me with my dessert that of course has a candle stuck in it.

No matter how old your bosses are or how fancy the restaurant is, it's always funny to play the "we're gonna pretend it's someone's birthday" joke on someone.

And it was funny. And very apropos of our group. What's the point of going out and having a fancy meal and lots of wine if you can't enjoy yourself and embarrass at least one person in your party?

Last night was the most fun I've had in a while. It was one of those stress-free, "this restores my faith in my company and my job" kind of evenings.


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

"...throw our caution to the wind and just do as we please..."

I've been going to the gym alot, trying to build the habit again.

One complaint I have about my gym is that there isn't a good space to lay down a mat and bust out the ab workout du jour.

So yesterday when I went to Jason's after the gym, I forced myself to do my ab and core routine.

Now flopping around on the floor in the gym like a big old beached tunafish doing crunches and bicycle legs is one thing. Those people at the gym are strangers and I've gotten my "fuck you, stare at me if you dare" attitude back so I could give a cannoli less about them.

Doing it in front of someone you are intimate with is something else entirely.

Some couples like to pretend their partner doesn't poop. I like to pretend that Jason doesn't see my lower abdomen fat layer. And doing ab and core work in front of him last night in an effort to get back into the routine was one of the most emotionally taxing things I've ever experienced.

And that's really saying something, friends.

That being said, I forced Jason to join me in my last exercise which I call " 'bows and toes." See what you do is brace yourself on your toes and forearms and elbows and hold the plank position for a designated period of time using your abdominal muscles to keep yourself in position.

I do the 'bows and toes position for one minute at a time as many times as I physically can.

It doesn't sound hard but it's punishing and it SHREDS your abs. Like, results in a month SHRED. It's a good move.

So I figured Jason's punishment for sitting on the couch, drinking a beer and watching me flop around like the aforementioned tunafish was to make him join me for the last minute of 'bows and toes.

And his fit and trim cyclist's body was begging for mercy as the 10 second countdown began.

Victory is mine.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

"I'm sorrrry, so sorrryyyy..."

Omg I'm the worst blogger ever!

A whole effing month ago, I did a giveaway and never posted a winner and never even posted anything else since.

Well I got my head outta my bum and I'm here to announce the winner....

Random Integer Generator
Here are your random number:4
Timestamp: 2009-10-13 21:17:58 UTC

...using 's random integer generator, lucky comment #4 is the winner! Congrats Lisa! You'll have 24 hrs to repond to my email!

Clearly I'm not cut out for this whole giveaway thing.

But honestly, I might give it another try. My sweet other half has started an Etsy store for his upcycled artwork. And I'm certain I can talk him into doing a piece for a giveaway.

And I promise it won't take me a month to announce the winner next time!