Recovering from Turkey Coma

The leftovers of the Turkey Day feast are gone except for that which I carry with me. I am nothing if not a conglomeration of all family get-together's. Food is my drug of choice and it is never as evident as when we try to re-enact what we see on television. After a few years I should have recognized that the advertisement would never take place in my home. When living out of state I referred to these pilgrimages as The Great Texas Guilt Trip. Now I live in the middle of it. My mother has replaced my grandmother as the one to try to please but the result is the same.
Maybe I can find another piece of Pecan Pie and lapse into a sugar coma that will sustain me through Christmas.

To Teach or Not to Teach; is there another option?

For the first time in several years I am not attending college. I thought I would be able to get my finances in order by substitute teaching in my spare time. I attended the orientation, filled out the paperwork and ....... That was several weeks ago and I haven't gotten my first job. I understand that if I were in another town I could work almost every day. That's what I was told about subbing here. I suppose I am at that awkward age; too old to be employable and too young to draw social insecurity.