Thanksgiving Mishaps

Please welcome my guest blogger, Maggie Robinson. She and Diane Whiteside are the other authors in my upcoming anthology IMPROPER GENTLEMEN. I haven’t met Maggie in person yet, but she lives in Maine, so I’m hoping to run into her when I finally head up there to complete Personal Bucket List Item #4! She’s here today to share about her family’s Thanksgiving foibles and will offer a copy of Lords of Passion, her new anthology with romance legend Virginia Henley and Kate Pearce to a commenter who shares their holiday mishaps.

Take it away, Maggie!

Thanksgiving with the Robinson’s

Thanksgiving is my husband John’s favorite holiday. I don’t know if it’s because of the football, the food or the fact he’s not spending money on toys he has to put together. :) We usually host a fair-sized crowd—since we have four grown children with spouses, kids and in-laws, it’s not hard to do.

This year we have a whole lot to be thankful for. This past April, John had some pretty serious emergency surgery. I spent release day for my Kensington Brava debut Mistress by Mistake in the hospital, although he was so drugged up he would not really have known if I was there or not. When my alter ego Margaret Rowe’s book Tempting Eden came out in June, he was back home and we were both having a tough time adjusting. But things have smoothed out. Even though he goes back in the hospital for more surgery in January (just in time for Mistress by Midnight to come out, LOL), our outlook is a whole lot brighter. One week from today, my novella in Lords of Passion will hit the shelves, and he promises me there will be no medical complications of any kind.

Which brings me to my most memorable Thanksgiving. My middle daughter Jessie decided she was comfy and cozy in utero and delayed her entrance in the world. She was due on November 15, but must have been holding out for the gravy and mashed potatoes. That year, I bought a nine pound turkey and we had a small dinner—just John, his mother, and our two older children. My mother-in-law planned to spend the night and go home Friday.

Jessie had other ideas. I was in intermittent labor all day as I slaved in the kitchen. I went to the hospital Friday morning, leaving my poor mother-in-law with a five-year-old and an almost three-year-old. However, once again Jessie balked, and it wasn’t until Saturday and a C-section that she finally arrived. I’ve never let her forget that she weighed more than our Thanksgiving turkey that year—nine pounds and eleven ounces. She was the most beautiful thing—pink and plump and juicy. ;)

Meanwhile, my mother-in-law—who had come with one change of underwear—was trapped at my house for a week with two active little kids. As soon as John brought Jessie and me home, she fled, which was entirely understandable. So my Thanksgiving baby and her siblings and I nested while my school principal husband went back to work. But all the leftovers had been eaten.

Jessie had further Thanksgiving misadventures when she was older. Somehow she sucked up a straight pin and spilled soda through a straw from the kitchen counter on Thanksgiving Day. She wasn’t sure at first and was afraid to say anything, but we spent time in the emergency room after dinner looking at the undeniable evidence on the X-ray.

In case you are worrying, everything came out fine. Tomorrow is her birthday, and she has a baby boy who was due last Thanksgiving. Continuing her tradition, he took his own time was born on December 11. Happy Birthday, Jessie and Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Thanks to Mia for including me in her momentous move!

What’s your strangest Thanksgiving Incident? I’ll give away a signed copy of the anthology Lords of Passion to one commenter. Publishers Weekly says my novella Not Quite a Courtesan is “delicious” and “Readers will float away on the literary flair of these escapist tales, each touched with just the right amount of eroticism.” Delicious…better than turkey!

Here’s a bio and buy links (just Amazon)—there are more on my website 

Maggie’s bio: Maggie Robinson is a former teacher, library clerk and mother of four who woke up in the middle of the night, absolutely compelled to create the perfect man and use as many adverbs as possible doing so. A transplanted New Yorker, she lives with her not-quite perfect husband in Maine, where the cold winters are ideal for staying inside and writing hot historical romances.

Now it’s your turn. What holiday disasters lurk in your past?

19 thoughts on “Thanksgiving Mishaps

  1. Linda Henderson says:

    I think the only thing strange that#39;s ever happened to me on Thanksgiving is the year I had to make the dinner all by myself for the first time and the turkey did not get done in time to eat in the afternoon. We ate it that night. At least my family did, I hate turkey.

  2. Tammy says:

    I would have to say my most memorable Thanksgiving was the dinner I could not eat because I caught the stomach flu from nieces and nephews.

  3. Maggie Robinson/Margaret Rowe says:

    How lovely for your family, Jane. These babies do have minds of their own, don#39;t they? Happy Thanksgiving to all!

  4. MiaMarlowe says:

    Jane–Sounds like you have a lot to be thankful for this year. Enjoy that grandbaby!

  5. Maggie Robinson/Margaret Rowe says:

    Romance Girl, I once had people over for dinner—London broil. We served ourselves from the kitchen but sat in the dining room. When a guest got up for seconds, he discovered my old English sheepdog with his paws on the kitchen counter wolfing down the meat. Bad dog!

  6. Jane L says:

    Happy Thanksgiving to all! I will have to go with this year as being the most eventful Thanksgiving. You see, our baby grandson, was due around Christmas and decided to come two weeks ago. So he has thrown everyone into a tizzy! Now that he is tucked away at home and doing well, we are just feeling so amazingly blessed, everything else just seems trivial now! So yes, this year will go down as strangest holiday for our family so far!

  7. MiaMarlowe says:

    Romance Girl–You#39;re nicer than me. I think I#39;d have found a way to be mad if my terrier pulled a similar stunt. Worst of all, Mack would get sick over eating pumpkin pies. br /br /Did you have to bake more pies or did your family make do with ice cream?

  8. Romance Girl says:

    The only thing I can think of is the year I made pumpkin pies and set them on a board in the garage to cool. Unaware that my cocker spaniel managed to get in the garage. Don#39;t ask me how. When I went to get the pumpkin pies, what was left was laying on the garage floor. The rest was in the little devil#39;s tummy. With the innocent little eyes looking at me, how could I be mad?

  9. Maggie Robinson/Margaret Rowe says:

    Sorry I was AWOL all day…dentist. Ugh. I waited an hour before they ever saw me. Then I scurried about for nutmeg for eggnog, etc.I think I#39;m ready for Thursday…maybe. :)br /br /Thanks for stopping, Nikki, mrs. shukra (aloha!)and Johanna! I have never eaten goose, except for pate, where I studiously avoid thinking how they made it. Nikki, your life sounds like that holiday movie last year with Reese Witherspoon amp; Vince Vaughan.Mrs. S, I actually thought about you yesterday when my husband slipped on our icy steps…bet that would never happen in /br /And yes, Mia, we do lobsters but I let the men of the family throw them in the pot.

  10. MiaMarlowe says:

    MrsShukra–Emily is going. Her books are still available as ebooks on Amazon. I hope Dorchester will eventually be able to free what they have in their warehouse and make them available in print again, but I will not be writing as Emily any more. I wish the people at Dorchester well, but I#39;m no longer under contract with them. Since I#39;ve moved to Kensington, I#39;m writing as Mia. It#39;s confusing I know, but it#39;s a publishing thing. Sorry. br /br /But thank YOU for joining me here. I#39;m still the same writer–quot;a rose by any other namequot; and all that. I hope you#39;ll make room on your shelves for my Mia books too. br /br /Happy Thanksgiving!

  11. MiaMarlowe says:

    Johanna–Goose is gamier than turkey for my taste. br /br /My grandmothers, who both lived in the same little town, used to take pity on those of us who would be expected to attend two celebrations. They coordinated their menus each year. One would serve turkey, the other ham.

  12. mrsshukra says:

    No need enter me, just want to greet Maggie and Mia a Happy Thanksgiving! I enjoyed your post, Maggie and thanks for LOP! And Mia, I really like your new home but is Emily totally gone?

  13. Johanna R Jochum says:

    I don#39;t have any strange incidents during Thanksgiving but I do remember my mom making a goose one year when we were growing up. All I can say is YUCK! Not sure what she did wrong or maybe it was a the goose itself but it was very greasy and strange tasting! She did not try that again! Thanks for sharing today! BTW OUCH on the seam ripper!

  14. MiaMarlowe says:

    Nikki–Your story reminds of the time our youngest got into her grandmother#39;s sewing kit and sliced open her foot with a seam ripper. The nearest ER was about 25 miles away. It was the only time I ever saw my father-in-law speed behind the wheel.

  15. MiaMarlowe says:

    Maggie–OMGosh! You actually cook lobsters. I would totally watch you in horrified fascination. We have to set a date. ;-)

  16. MiaMarlowe says:

    Daz–You were just following tradition. After all, the pilgrims had quot;Indianquot; guests too! br /br /What a shame that time of sharing didn#39;t lead to permanent peace between the natives and the newcomers.

  17. nikkibrandyberry says:

    Im hoping you can laugh at the antics now…or else my chuckling is entirely inappropriate :) br /br /Thanksgiving is usually pretty tame for us. More so now then in years past when we were expected to go to 4 different dinners. Ah the joys of divorced parents and local grandparents. There was one issue once though. It was my first time cooking dinner. I had people coming over and I was rushing around trying to get everything ready in time. My high stress must have rubbed off on my then 3 yrs old son because he started running around as well. I was in the kitchen when I heard the thud and then the following high pitched scream. I scrambled into the living room to find the boy face planted right beside the stool from the couch. Blood EVERYWHERE. Seems he was doing a Evil Knieval through the house and fell biting a hole clean through his lip. We ended up in the ER shortly thereafter. Goodthing we only lived about 3 blocks away at the time. I was yelling at the doctor that I had a turkey in the oven and people on their way..either stitch the boy up or not whatever, but I gotta go. They found me funny…HEH. Of course by the time they took us it was too late for stitches so I wasted 2 hours. I made it back home less then 10 min before people started arriving LOL. I answer the door covered in the boys blood… /br /Good Times lol. Memories.

  18. Maggie Robinson/Margaret Rowe says:

    Thanks so much for having me, Mia. I#39;ll set the pot to boil for the lobsters as soon as you say the word. ;)br /br /Daz, 25 people!!!I#39;d be overwhelmed. As it is, people are bringing things and I#39;ve totally cheated by ordering 3 bakery pies.But I#39;m looking forward to setting the table. My family teases me that I do it a week ahead, which is NOT true. However, I have no plans for this afternoon…

  19. Daz says:

    Thanksgiving is a favorite holiday of my husband#39;s because it#39;s either on, the day before, or the day after his birthday. It always makes him feel special that the day is celebrated so close to his /br /To be honest, we haven#39;t had many holiday disasters, it#39;s time spent with family and that#39;s usually pretty good. My mother always invites what she calls quot;a few straysquot; to the holiday lunch – it#39;s sort of a tradition. People who have no family or who don#39;t have anywhere to go. Last year, I did my share for the tradition and invited a whole bunch of people from work who were here but who live in India. Everyone went home for the holiday and they were stuck here #39;cos of work, so I invited them over to lunch and the gathering grew to about 25 people. We even got some home cooked Indian food thrown into the mix which tickled my dad no end #39;cos he just loves Indian food. I recall telling my mum over the phone that I had invited quot;the Indiansquot; and I could hear my dad yelling in the background quot;tell them to bring Indian food!!quot; It was a good lunch. :-)

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