Thanksgiving, back in full force
I wanted to wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving if you celebrate, and express my hopes that you don’t over-indulge and get sick. I’m fairly certain there are more extreme cases of gassy tummies in the Emergency Room over this holiday weekend than any other. That’s just my guess, but I’m willing to bet on it – and I don’t bet. 
This wonderful week, my demon-child and I will be taking the new pup over to our supa-cool friends’ house to stuff ourselves to the gills, probably check out some football and laugh with some wine and silliness. I’m actually looking forward to it, and I generally don’t too much care for the holidays. I am going to bake a pie or two and be all Betty Crocker for the homies. I’m gonna throw down on some cranberry sauce and get these two freakazoids addicted so that they cannot deny the magic of the cranberry any longer. For realz. It’s good stuff. The kidd-o will be making fresh baked biscuits for delivery to our awaiting stomachs. Overall, it’s gonna be some good eats, good treats, and great beats. Okay, I was just looking for a rhyme. Lame, I know…. hehehe
Previous Thanksgivings have been a variation of family festivities and lonely boredom. At times I’ve gone to the movies or just hung out at the house. I’ve been invited to other families’ celebrations and partaken of my own family’s degeneration. Occassionally, I miss those times, but we are drinkers traditionally, so it’s not as much fun as you would think. My daughter has come to learn that the next holiday may or may not be filled with crazy people, but it is always filled with holiday cheer. We enjoy the traditions of cooking and decorating and just spending time together. Too bad she’s becoming a teenager and will soon thwart any effort I make at bonding. Oh well, I’ll savor what I have and just pray that it continues a while longer.
Enjoy your holidays and be safe – I’ll get back to you soon!!
We made it through another week!!!!
I thought for a moment that I wouldn’t make it. I thought for a second that I would be forced to unleash my frustration on my friends and coworkers. I thought for an instant that I might just be inclined to remove the life from my daughter’s body. I thought for a flash that I just might fall asleep and never wake up. And then 4:00 hit on Friday. I’m so close to being off work that I can literally taste it. And it tastes like the best thing ever. It tastes remotely like freedom with just a touch of relaxation and a dash of happiness thrown in there. It is better than fresh popped popcorn and a large, ice cold Coke at your favorite movie theater and better than that just out of the oven peach cobbler your momma makes. I tell you, it’s absolutely heavenly.
This week will definitely NOT be featured on The Best Week Ever, and you won’t see my smiling, glowing face on advertisements for my workplace, telling you how grand life is when you are employed here. Nope, it’s fair to say that this week was hellacious – truthfully, close to actual Hell. Yeah, that’s a safe analogy. It was the first week of 2nd Summer term, of which I am subjecting myself to a class – woo freakin’ hoo. A coworker of mine got relocated to another part of the office which was an incredible change. Another coworker of mine is leaving for greener pastures – wish you luck!!! but I’ll miss her. I actually did apply for that one job that I didn’t tell you all about….hehehe – maybe later. My tummy sucks and it’s been sucking pretty badly all week. My kid has lost her mind momentarily, and hopefully she will find it before I get home. Hmmmm, that’s about all I can think of right now. I’m sure I’ll come up with more later.
So, YEAH – I’m freakin’ grateful for Friday, and for the fact that 19 minutes from now, I will be walking my happy butt to my car so that I can go fall onto my couch or bed, whichever I hit first and have a complete meltdown. Care to join me?
Mind-numbing existence
As I sit here contemplating my pasta with little else mixed in, I’m checking the compartments in my mind for possible activities for this holiday weekend. I could go fishing, which is my new funnest past time – only when I’m actually catching. Notice it’s not called “catching”, it’s called fishing – hmmmm…. I could hit up the batting cages and work on my extremely weak swing since I haven’t swung a bat more than 3 times in a month and a half. I could be a studious learner and get a jump on my reading for the summer course I’m enrolled in, but that would involve actually purchasing my books. I could sit around the house and feel sorry for myself and the fact that I don’t earn enough money to thoroughly enjoy life. I could harrass my friends and relatives on cell phones and computers all weekend long, but I’m truly not THAT desperate for entertainment. Hmmmm – any ideas?
I normally really, really enjoy the 4th of July and the weekend that is generally attached to it. For some reason this coming weekend feels almost anticlimactic. What the heck? It may be due to the unfathomable amount of work I’ve been saddled with this week and my sheer need for some quiet and solitude, or just plain old good snuggle time. It may be the lack of softball in my life lately. That would be strictly due to my attitude and random infections that have been plaguing my life. UGH.
This is the time for fun cook outs, and fireworks, camping and bonfires, drunken silliness and jokes. Why am I not feeling up to it? It’s frustrating. I’m not depressed and I’m certainly not lonely. It could be related to this being my 1st Fourth in Charlotte and my lack of knowledge pertaining to the city and its traditions. Back home, I could hit up any number of friends’ houses or the waterfront to check out the city fireworks. I could go to the reservation and purchase ridiculous amounts of explosive devices that make all kinds of fun colors and loud noises, but I have no clue how things work around here. Asking the natives doesn’t allow for a lot of options only because the standard response is:”there’s lots to do”…… okay??????????? so exactly what is “lots”?
I know we’ll find something fun to do – I’m a girl that knows how to enjoy herself – I’d just like to have a plan of some sort or another. Heck, if I could have multiple fun things planned, that would be even better.
Well, enjoy your 4th – don’t forget to throw the firecracker, and don’t let it blow up in your hand. That’s just messy. Also, don’t burn yourself on a lighter or other lighting device for explosives. Don’t drink and drive, and certainly, don’t go to sleep without doing a darn thing.
Father’s Day, good and bad
So, how was your Father’s Day? Did you spend the day with your dad, washing his truck, cooking out on the patio? Did you call your dad? Did you give him a card? Did you forget to put it in the mail?
That’s the kind of daughter I am. I can admit it. I am the one who always forgets to mail the card, send the gift, make the call, send the email. It’s not because I don’t love my dad. I do – a lot. He’s a great guy and has the biggest heart of anyone I know. It’s because I’m lame and not so good on the familial relationship sphere. Okay, I’m really bad at it. I haven’t physically spoken with my brother or sister in a while – I honestly couldn’t tell you how long, and that’s because I’m not good at keeping in touch either. They live in WA. I live in NC. Kinda far away, even with cell phones and email, yet I have the time to blog about it. There are issues there. That, and I pretty much suck.
This year, I did actually take the time and made the effort to see my dad and hang out a little bit. We joined him and his wife for church services on Sunday and then went out for a delicious brunch at a place called BrickTops. I highly recommend it for you South Park enthusiasts – yummy. I had the salmon eggs benedict. ohhhh boy….
I was even thoughtful enough to get a couple of cards that suited my dad just right, and the kiddo picked out a good Grandpa card, which he thoroughly enjoyed. It was a good day, and I feel like I finally did what I was supposed to do as a daughter.
