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!!
A history of friendship
I find friendship to be a funny, fickle thing. At times it is completely necessary and you can’t do a thing without it, while other times, it really doesn’t matter who’s around you. There are certain people I’ve known for years and years, back to the time of the dinosaurs, when Snoop Doggy Dogg was still Snoop D-O-Double G, and not some R&B sensation… yeah, I’m talking “Sexual Seduction”. And there are other folks who I’ve known for mere months yet they are as ingrained in my daily life as my own, sweet, beautiful sister.
In a recent conversation, this wise soul reminded me that “sketchy, untrustworthy, selfish, ignorant friends” are really not worth her time, and brought about my own realization that YEAH – I don’t have time for that crap either. In reality, I do want to keep my acquaintances up to date on my current situations and whatever mishaps occur along the way, but I’m not overly concerned as to whether they can keep a secret or can keep their mouth closed at all or if they like what I’m doing. That’s not my realm of thinking. I guess I’m over it – I’d like to say that I’ve matured – but I know that’s not true. I’m just as silly as ever, and talk about raunchy stuff, including farts, just like always. I’ve simply relocated and started a new chapter in my life. They were a part of the earlier book, and I’m fine with that. Are they going to be a part of the next? Who knows? I don’t have the Table of Contents. I hear there is a master plan and I’m not privvy to that information. I just get to ride this roller coaster and learn the lessons intended for me.
I’m trying to be the best person I can be and not hurt anyone along the way. I’d like to hope they are doing the same thing, but if not, I guess there’s a lesson in it for them, too. As for me, I love to have friends and will be friends with just about anyone, but I won’t let the sun rise and set on a friendship any more. I will do whatever I can for an individual, give the shirt off my back, though it’s not a pretty sight – sorry about that, but ya know, what can a girl do? Go to the gym, you say? Fine – be nice. Back to the point, a friendship should be just that, friends who enjoy each other’s company. It would be nice if we had similar viewpoints on some subjects, but it’s not necessary, but most importantly, I need to be able to be myself and laugh. If I don’t get to laugh when I’m around you, we may need to part ways – that’s my thing. I giggle, I laugh, I chortle, I chuckle, I guffaw…..and any other adjectives for a good, clean laugh. Try me. We could be friends.
