Marshall Yard:

So, after the K/BIS post, I had to add the following story that actually happened in my kitchen with my son, who was much shorter at the time, topping out now at 6 foot 4 inches and over 250, he doesn’t even fit in my sisters house anymore, knocking into chairs and walls.  Back to the kitchen and the thanksgiving dinner, I had earlier in the day opened the chicken broth for the stuffing and threw it in the trash, not giving it a second thought, which was a mistake, you should always think of those opened can’s in the trash. 

With all the going’s on of the Turkinator filled morning, what was I thinking of having a 30 pound turkey, that I took out of the freezer four days prior, and he never thawed.  Carting the turkinator to my mothers house earlier the evening before, so it could thaw him in her sink with out the help of my cats licking it thaw.  I rushed home with Turkinator and got the stuffing in the bird, who ever thought of.., lets stuff the insides of a bird with bread crumbs and cook it, let alone and eat it, but anywho.. cleaning up the tidal wave of bread crumbs and celery, DON’T forget whats in the TRASH.. never occured to me. 

Yeah, you could say ouch, as I crammed the garbage down with my hand, it was as if a bolt of bread crusted lighting shot through the palm of my hand.  As I jumped, the blood began to flow, blood everywhere, (not on the turkinator though) all over the floor and my hands as I stood for seconds thinking, what a dumb*$$, my sweet little boy walks in the kitchen, to the blood all over, and my pale face from the loss there of, and looks at me, looks at my hand, and I thought, we are going to have a profound moment here, he is going to help me..my little boy is coming to my rescue!

What rolls out of the offsprings lips… “I’m hungry - can I have something to eat?” As they say, out of the mouths of babes.

The halls of Catalyst are often times beaming with screams and at the root of most of those screams is one of our Account Managers - Deb.  When I first came to Catalyst I was fore warned and have only gotten traumatized by the prankster one time.  Hiding behind a door, pretty mild. 

I share with you a story of Deb & her family - it is my understanding it is a family of pranksters and goofs, imagine yourself in Deb’s shoes, she has traveled to San Clemente for a very anticipated family reunion, her flight was one of the last to arrive, she was very excited to see her other siblings, she is one of four.

She had not seen her brothers new domicile and had no clue to where he actually lived.  They approached the home and Deb was beaming with excitement and anticipation of a weekend filled with laughter, food, throw in some booze and most of all spending time with family.  Her brother approached the house and told Deb he was going to pull around back, but to take her bags, and go on in, the kids where waiting, so, being Deb, beaming with enthusiasm for life and laughter she ran up the steps, bag in tow and burst through the door. 

Imagine the horror - when she realized her brother dropped her off at a complete strangers!

Stay tuned for What lies in wait as Deb opens a secret santa gift……