I don't know what prompted me to want to write about this today. Maybe I am grumpy or maybe just a bit sad. Either way, I don't feel very chipper. I am borrowing this from a poem that Adam wrote about his grandmother.
My paternal grandfather is the only grandparent that is still living. My mom's father passed away when she was only 12 years old, so I never knew him. My grandmothers both passed in 2000 (exactly 2 months apart to the day!), so Pappy is all that I have left.
Pap had had a few strokes, his memory was not good, and he had the normal health issues of an 89 year old man. It had gotten so that he would leave things in the fridge for way too long and eat bad food, because he forgot that it was bad. He still drove, and would get disoriented and forget where he was going or where he was. Having to watch someone you love go through that was devastating, but having to watch them be forced to give up their freedom is worse IMO.
In July the family decided that it would be in his best interest to go to an assisted living facility. He could come and go as he pleased (if someone took him) and it was supposed to be a pretty nice place. He had been in the hospital, so they decided he would need to go when he was released.
My grandfather can be very emotional, and when they (when I say they, I am referring to various family members) told him what was going to happen, he got very upset. What was going to happen to his little dog? What was going to happen to his belongings? He was just very very upset. Now, Pap lived in an apartment in my Uncle Harry's house, so having his things disturbed wasn't an issue. My parents took Tinkerbell, so that wasn't a problem either....except to him it was. This place could've been the Ritz-Carlton...not good enough, because it wasn't his home. Pappy was used to being independent, and couldn't fathom why he couldn't be now. My uncle had taken his car keys (he was a danger on the road), and he knew that he could come and go and wanted his car. The deal was, that he had to take an evaluation to see if he was fit. He took the evaluation a few weeks ago, and failed. Unfortunately, he doesn't know that yet. My uncle has not told him, for fear that he will become depressed. He had just started to socialize with the other residents, and we don't want to hinder that, but all he talks about is getting his car back.
I love to spend time with him...he tells me stories from when he was young, and when my dad was little...oh the blackmail...but spending time there also breaks my heart. Every time I leave, I want to cry. He had worked his ass off his entire life and now he has to spend his time in a home.
The point of all my blabbering is that it is terrible getting older....not only does your body betray you, but sometimes your mind does too. When you have a loved one who is going through it, it just tears your heart to pieces. I don't really know what else to say. This was just kind of a rant/ramble post, so hopefully I will think of something good for the next one.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
You know you are from Lancaster County PA if....
Now, I wouldn't normally post something like this, as this is something that I would usually email, but I thought that it would be funny to post it, and see what everyone else thinks, and answer any questions anyone may have. I live in Lancaster county, so here goes:
You know you are from Lancaster County PA if.....
Your idea of Chicken Pot Pie has nothing to do with a pie and you can't figure out why people might think it would.
Your driving lessons involved learning to avoid horse droppings.
You know at least 5 euphemisms for animal manure and at least 4 of them involve food.
You know how to cook, but not without butter.
You've ever missed school for the first day of deer season... but didn't get in trouble.
The following words mean something to you: Fire Hall Wedding, Chicken and Waffle Dinner, Fire-police, Wooly Bear, Whoopie Pie
You spend at least 30 minutes every summer day complaining about New Jersey drivers.
You don't understand why people would ever want to see the Amish.
The local Post Office used to be a single-family home and they close between noon and 1 for lunch.
You have ever ended a sentence with "a while".
You do not giggle when you see the following signs: Lititz, Intercourse, Blue Ball, Bird-in-Hand
You've heard of 7-11 but you've never seen one.
You cannot buy beer and wine from the same store.
Park City has nothing to do with skiing for you.
Agnes 1972 means something to you and you can tell stories about it.
You pronounce Lancaster in "Burt Lancaster" differently from Lancaster in "Lancaster, PA".
You personally know many people with the name: Lapp Lantz Stoltzfus (or Stoltzfoos) Zimmerman Zook
Iced Tea for you is sweeter than Pepsi.
You know someone who repairs gasoline-powered lawn mowers, but is forbidden to own one.
You think Fasnacht Day and Groundhog day are national holidays.
You know that eggs are either white or brown... and you have a preference.
You think the Mississippi is just a tad wider than the Susquehanna.
You know who James Buchanan was.
You can pronounce "Ephrata."
You don't have to be told what Shoo Fly Pie is.
You go to the store when the milk is "all".
You think orange traffic cones are the natural foliage surrounding Route 30.
You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk when you hear the word, "snow."
You know the only way to make good fastnachts is to cook them in LARD.
You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato chips, corn chips, pretzels, candy or ice cream or that packages turkeys, beans or bologna.
You do things "once," as in, "I'll go check in the back room once."
You can stop along the road to buy fruit, vegetables or crafts on the "honor system."
YOUR turkey has "filling," not "stuffing" and most certainly NOT "dressing."
You know that chicken corn soup from a firehouse is the most perfect food on earth.
You say things like, "Outen the lights," "I'm calling off today" and "They're calling for snow."
You've heard of distelfinks and hex signs.
Red Beet Eggs makes your list of top ten favorite foods.
You pronounce "Suite" as SUIT, not SWEET.
You say you're going out to the shed "AWHILE," instead of "FOR AWHILE."
You only buy your beer and soda by the case.
You think the roads in any other state are smooth.
You know the Penn State cheer. (WE ARE...PENN STATE!)
Hearing horses clopping down a paved street doesn't bring you to the window to see what's going on outside.
You never see any Confederate flags except on the Gettysburg battlefield.
You prefer Hershey's chocolate to Godiva.
You consider Pittsburgh to be "out west," and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.
School closings due to snow take the radio stations half an hour to finish because just about every town has its own school district.
When someone says 1972, you think, "Agnes," and when someone says 1979, you think, "TMI."
You call sloppy joes "barbecue."
You think Medium Rare equals Well Done.
When it snows, they put cinders on the roads instead of sand.
You only own three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
You have ten favorite recipes for venison.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
The local paper covers National and International headlines on one page, but requires six pages for local sports.
You think the start of deer hunting is a national holiday.
You remember fondly days of youth known as, "Snow Days."
Words like: gumband, buggie, hoagie, chipped beef, scrapple, actually mean something to you.
You think Fasnacht Day and Groundhog Day are national holidays.
The verb "to be" is useless: "Does Fido need out?"
You know what a Turkey Hill is . . .
. . . and you've ditched school to hang out there.
. . . and they're the only place that sells your favorite beverage.
You've corrected all the errors while watching Witness.
"Dinner" and "supper" are different concepts entirely.
You reocognize "Twin Kiss" and "Freez and Frizz," knowing that Dairy Queen is a pale imitation.
Dutch Wonderland is neither Dutch nor much of a Wonderland.
WGAL is the source of all local celebrities and they create quite a stir when they shop in the supermarket.
The Green Dragon ain't no Chinese restaurant.
Three words: Red Beet Eggs.
You actually get these jokes and forward them to all your Lancaster County friends.
I know a lot of these don't make sense to non-Lancaster living people, so any guesses about some of these things? or questions? ;0)
You know you are from Lancaster County PA if.....
Your idea of Chicken Pot Pie has nothing to do with a pie and you can't figure out why people might think it would.
Your driving lessons involved learning to avoid horse droppings.
You know at least 5 euphemisms for animal manure and at least 4 of them involve food.
You know how to cook, but not without butter.
You've ever missed school for the first day of deer season... but didn't get in trouble.
The following words mean something to you: Fire Hall Wedding, Chicken and Waffle Dinner, Fire-police, Wooly Bear, Whoopie Pie
You spend at least 30 minutes every summer day complaining about New Jersey drivers.
You don't understand why people would ever want to see the Amish.
The local Post Office used to be a single-family home and they close between noon and 1 for lunch.
You have ever ended a sentence with "a while".
You do not giggle when you see the following signs: Lititz, Intercourse, Blue Ball, Bird-in-Hand
You've heard of 7-11 but you've never seen one.
You cannot buy beer and wine from the same store.
Park City has nothing to do with skiing for you.
Agnes 1972 means something to you and you can tell stories about it.
You pronounce Lancaster in "Burt Lancaster" differently from Lancaster in "Lancaster, PA".
You personally know many people with the name: Lapp Lantz Stoltzfus (or Stoltzfoos) Zimmerman Zook
Iced Tea for you is sweeter than Pepsi.
You know someone who repairs gasoline-powered lawn mowers, but is forbidden to own one.
You think Fasnacht Day and Groundhog day are national holidays.
You know that eggs are either white or brown... and you have a preference.
You think the Mississippi is just a tad wider than the Susquehanna.
You know who James Buchanan was.
You can pronounce "Ephrata."
You don't have to be told what Shoo Fly Pie is.
You go to the store when the milk is "all".
You think orange traffic cones are the natural foliage surrounding Route 30.
You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk when you hear the word, "snow."
You know the only way to make good fastnachts is to cook them in LARD.
You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato chips, corn chips, pretzels, candy or ice cream or that packages turkeys, beans or bologna.
You do things "once," as in, "I'll go check in the back room once."
You can stop along the road to buy fruit, vegetables or crafts on the "honor system."
YOUR turkey has "filling," not "stuffing" and most certainly NOT "dressing."
You know that chicken corn soup from a firehouse is the most perfect food on earth.
You say things like, "Outen the lights," "I'm calling off today" and "They're calling for snow."
You've heard of distelfinks and hex signs.
Red Beet Eggs makes your list of top ten favorite foods.
You pronounce "Suite" as SUIT, not SWEET.
You say you're going out to the shed "AWHILE," instead of "FOR AWHILE."
You only buy your beer and soda by the case.
You think the roads in any other state are smooth.
You know the Penn State cheer. (WE ARE...PENN STATE!)
Hearing horses clopping down a paved street doesn't bring you to the window to see what's going on outside.
You never see any Confederate flags except on the Gettysburg battlefield.
You prefer Hershey's chocolate to Godiva.
You consider Pittsburgh to be "out west," and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.
School closings due to snow take the radio stations half an hour to finish because just about every town has its own school district.
When someone says 1972, you think, "Agnes," and when someone says 1979, you think, "TMI."
You call sloppy joes "barbecue."
You think Medium Rare equals Well Done.
When it snows, they put cinders on the roads instead of sand.
You only own three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
You have ten favorite recipes for venison.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
The local paper covers National and International headlines on one page, but requires six pages for local sports.
You think the start of deer hunting is a national holiday.
You remember fondly days of youth known as, "Snow Days."
Words like: gumband, buggie, hoagie, chipped beef, scrapple, actually mean something to you.
You think Fasnacht Day and Groundhog Day are national holidays.
The verb "to be" is useless: "Does Fido need out?"
You know what a Turkey Hill is . . .
. . . and you've ditched school to hang out there.
. . . and they're the only place that sells your favorite beverage.
You've corrected all the errors while watching Witness.
"Dinner" and "supper" are different concepts entirely.
You reocognize "Twin Kiss" and "Freez and Frizz," knowing that Dairy Queen is a pale imitation.
Dutch Wonderland is neither Dutch nor much of a Wonderland.
WGAL is the source of all local celebrities and they create quite a stir when they shop in the supermarket.
The Green Dragon ain't no Chinese restaurant.
Three words: Red Beet Eggs.
You actually get these jokes and forward them to all your Lancaster County friends.
I know a lot of these don't make sense to non-Lancaster living people, so any guesses about some of these things? or questions? ;0)
Buddy Boy......Wonderdog...or something
I would like to take this opportunity to introduce you to Buddy:
Buddy is my 2 1/2 year old Chocolate Lab. I thought it would be fun today to share some funny stories about my faithful companion. First, let me start with how I came to become Buddy's "mommy".
Tony's niece and her hubby used to breed chocolates. While at their house for one of their children's birthdays, there was still a litter of the cutest puppies running around (they weren't quite old enough to leave mom yet). Of course, I proceeded to lay on the ground and play with the pups, and so did Tony. One little guy in particular caught my fancy, due to his laziness ;0). He was the only pup that was content just to lay in my lap and sleep. Brian came over and was telling me that this pooch was his fav. too, and did I mention he was the biggest one...by a long shot;). Brian also told me that he had a perspective family for all the pups, but this little guy. They had found out from their vet that he had an issue with his lower eyelids (sorry, I don't know what it was called), in that they rolled in towards his eyeballs...I know, lovely. Tony and I had told them, that if they couldn't find anyone who wanted him, that we would think about it. It was up in the air as to what the cost would be to have surgery on his eyes at this point. So, low and behold, we got a phone call on father's day weekend saying that if we didn't want him, they were gonna take him to the humane league......guess what, we took him. We had his eyes fixed, and now he is a happy and healthy ball of energy that I couldn't see my life without.
OK, now that everyone is falling asleep, let me show you how he sleeps:
I do not know how that could be comfy, but hey. I would be here all day telling you all of the funny shit that goes on in my house because of boobie (my nickname for him), but I will just share a couple.
Fist up is the time that the dog thought it would be a fantastic idea to eat....yes EAT....one of Tony's router bits....for anyone who doesn't know what that is click here and yes, he ate one of those, and yes, they are sharp. Of course, my dog had an iron stomach, but I was still worried about his safety. When it was discovered what had happened, Tony informs me that he needs said router bit, and so begins "bit watch 2005". Yes, I was on dookie duty to get the router bit back, and when it finally "arrived" *ahem*, I gave the goodie bag to Tony, and told him to get the bit he needed so badly....and he did.
Buddy was crate trained when he was little, and didn't seem to mind it much. He was never really left crated for a long period of time, so it just worked out. When we moved into our new house, we felt we didn't need to crate him. (We needed to crate before, due to Tarzan the evil dog, who wanted to eat Buddy) So, that wasn't the best decision I ever made, but hey, live and learn. He was very out of sorts, with the new house and such, and now he was home alone alot more. He started getting in the trash, chewing things, peeing on the floor, and so on. Well, I had had enough of all of that, so I decided to go back to the crate. I even bought him an extra large kennel. Said kennel lasted two days people.....two got-damned days, before he tore the metal bars from the frame with his teeth, in an escaped attempt to rival Houdini. He even broke a tooth...needless to say, he doesn't go in the crate now, unless he's bad, or we have company (he's a jumper).
Buddy has been known to clear a room with his horrible gas, he's fallen down our steps countless times trying to go to fast, fallen up the steps, taken up the entire bed, gotten into the shower with me for no apparent reason, and just generally makes me laugh. So, while I hope these things were amusing, I am sorry if this was entirely too long, as I have a tendency to be long winded. I leave you with these:
I hope everyone has a good Thursday....one day closer to the weekend!!
Buddy is my 2 1/2 year old Chocolate Lab. I thought it would be fun today to share some funny stories about my faithful companion. First, let me start with how I came to become Buddy's "mommy".
Tony's niece and her hubby used to breed chocolates. While at their house for one of their children's birthdays, there was still a litter of the cutest puppies running around (they weren't quite old enough to leave mom yet). Of course, I proceeded to lay on the ground and play with the pups, and so did Tony. One little guy in particular caught my fancy, due to his laziness ;0). He was the only pup that was content just to lay in my lap and sleep. Brian came over and was telling me that this pooch was his fav. too, and did I mention he was the biggest one...by a long shot;). Brian also told me that he had a perspective family for all the pups, but this little guy. They had found out from their vet that he had an issue with his lower eyelids (sorry, I don't know what it was called), in that they rolled in towards his eyeballs...I know, lovely. Tony and I had told them, that if they couldn't find anyone who wanted him, that we would think about it. It was up in the air as to what the cost would be to have surgery on his eyes at this point. So, low and behold, we got a phone call on father's day weekend saying that if we didn't want him, they were gonna take him to the humane league......guess what, we took him. We had his eyes fixed, and now he is a happy and healthy ball of energy that I couldn't see my life without.
OK, now that everyone is falling asleep, let me show you how he sleeps:
I do not know how that could be comfy, but hey. I would be here all day telling you all of the funny shit that goes on in my house because of boobie (my nickname for him), but I will just share a couple.
Fist up is the time that the dog thought it would be a fantastic idea to eat....yes EAT....one of Tony's router bits....for anyone who doesn't know what that is click here and yes, he ate one of those, and yes, they are sharp. Of course, my dog had an iron stomach, but I was still worried about his safety. When it was discovered what had happened, Tony informs me that he needs said router bit, and so begins "bit watch 2005". Yes, I was on dookie duty to get the router bit back, and when it finally "arrived" *ahem*, I gave the goodie bag to Tony, and told him to get the bit he needed so badly....and he did.
Buddy was crate trained when he was little, and didn't seem to mind it much. He was never really left crated for a long period of time, so it just worked out. When we moved into our new house, we felt we didn't need to crate him. (We needed to crate before, due to Tarzan the evil dog, who wanted to eat Buddy) So, that wasn't the best decision I ever made, but hey, live and learn. He was very out of sorts, with the new house and such, and now he was home alone alot more. He started getting in the trash, chewing things, peeing on the floor, and so on. Well, I had had enough of all of that, so I decided to go back to the crate. I even bought him an extra large kennel. Said kennel lasted two days people.....two got-damned days, before he tore the metal bars from the frame with his teeth, in an escaped attempt to rival Houdini. He even broke a tooth...needless to say, he doesn't go in the crate now, unless he's bad, or we have company (he's a jumper).
Buddy has been known to clear a room with his horrible gas, he's fallen down our steps countless times trying to go to fast, fallen up the steps, taken up the entire bed, gotten into the shower with me for no apparent reason, and just generally makes me laugh. So, while I hope these things were amusing, I am sorry if this was entirely too long, as I have a tendency to be long winded. I leave you with these:
I hope everyone has a good Thursday....one day closer to the weekend!!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
What is in a nickname?
Well, that entirely depends on the person. While perusing the blogosphere you will come across a plethora of nicknames, screen names,
or titles. Whatever you call them, there is almost always some type of
story behind the name. It could be part of your given name, or some
version of your name. Most times it has something to do with a hobby,
the type of car you drive/like, your personality, your size (like me),
or maybe a funny story or event from your life.
I actually have a few nicknames. Littlemissy555
comes from a nickname my best friend gave me. When we first became
friends, she had another friend named Missy, so she had to
differentiate between us. I am only 4'10" so she started calling me
little Miss (her other friend Missy was "pain in the ass Missy" ). When
I got my excite account back in the day, I tried to use little miss,
butlittlemissy555 is what they gave me, so I have just kept using it.
My family nickname, is bird. Of course some call me birdie or birdie Ann
(my middle name). This is the one that was completely out of my
control. When I was born, I was 2 1/2 months early, and I only weighed
2lb 7oz. My cousin visited me in the hospital and said that I looked
like a baby bird....and it stuck. It doesn't bother me...I can think of
worse nicknames (I had an ex, whose grandmother called himshitbird??? I don't know why), and everyone still calls me by that name.
Missy
is a nickname too, seeing as my "given" name is Melissa. Minnie is yet
another one that came from a cousin. We are only three months apart in
age and he couldn't say Melissa when we were little, so he just called
me Minnie, and still does. I've been called shorty so many times that I
want to gag...I've been calledlil' bit, blondie, and various other common names, but I like my own unique ones better.
So,
what's in your nickname? Is there a story, or was it something someone
just stuck you with? Do you like it or hate it? The ones that come from
parents are always the "best", so if you are brave enough...I kid, I
kid...;0) Let's hear it!!!
or titles. Whatever you call them, there is almost always some type of
story behind the name. It could be part of your given name, or some
version of your name. Most times it has something to do with a hobby,
the type of car you drive/like, your personality, your size (like me),
or maybe a funny story or event from your life.
I actually have a few nicknames. Littlemissy555
comes from a nickname my best friend gave me. When we first became
friends, she had another friend named Missy, so she had to
differentiate between us. I am only 4'10" so she started calling me
little Miss (her other friend Missy was "pain in the ass Missy" ). When
I got my excite account back in the day, I tried to use little miss,
butlittlemissy555 is what they gave me, so I have just kept using it.
My family nickname, is bird. Of course some call me birdie or birdie Ann
(my middle name). This is the one that was completely out of my
control. When I was born, I was 2 1/2 months early, and I only weighed
2lb 7oz. My cousin visited me in the hospital and said that I looked
like a baby bird....and it stuck. It doesn't bother me...I can think of
worse nicknames (I had an ex, whose grandmother called himshitbird??? I don't know why), and everyone still calls me by that name.
Missy
is a nickname too, seeing as my "given" name is Melissa. Minnie is yet
another one that came from a cousin. We are only three months apart in
age and he couldn't say Melissa when we were little, so he just called
me Minnie, and still does. I've been called shorty so many times that I
want to gag...I've been calledlil' bit, blondie, and various other common names, but I like my own unique ones better.
So,
what's in your nickname? Is there a story, or was it something someone
just stuck you with? Do you like it or hate it? The ones that come from
parents are always the "best", so if you are brave enough...I kid, I
kid...;0) Let's hear it!!!
Monday, November 06, 2006
I don't need your attitude, I've got one of my own!
I really can't stand how some parents can treat you like less of a person than they would treat someone else, just because you are their child and they feel entitled to do so. That being said, I would like to talk about the fabulous Friday evening that I had.
I called my mom after work to say hi, like I normally do, and my dad answered the phone. It was obvious that he was drunk, but he is usually upbeat and funny. This time though, he was being pissy. He proceeded to get loud with me on topics ranging from my lack of an engagement/wedding ring, the fact that I don't have and kids yet, the fact that I've been "playing house" for four years, and so on. I couldn't figure out why he was pissed about any of this all of a sudden, but I sure as hell wasn't going to argue about it. Hey, if you want to have a discussion with me, then do so without yelling, and preferrably sober.
My dad and I have a history, so to speak of things such as this, but that was quite a long time ago. He used to have a drinking problem, and would become verbally abusive with me and/or my mom, but we have always been very close...go figure. Just to clarify, this is not meant as a pity party for me, just need to vent a little bit.
Because of those things, it doesn't take much to upset me. I can't take being yelled at...at all, so after him yelling at me for the 10th time when I was going to get married....and I told him that it wasn't up to me, I got an additude. I am 27 years old....not 14 anymore, and I told him that I was not going to keep answering the same damn question, to which he replied, we will talk about it if I want to talk about it. Then.....I hung up on him.
I have never (I don't think) hung up on him, but I couldn't stand it anymore. I was even ok at first, just disgusted. When Tony came into the kitchen, I lost it. I proceeded to bawl because I was upset at the things that he said, and the fact that he didn't respect me.
This brings me to my point (sorry for the long post). I would never speak to anyone like he spoke to me, and normally he would not address anyone else in such a way, so why does he think it's ok to treat me like that....It's not. So now he's moping because he knows that he was in the wrong and I don't think he wants to apologize. He can have whatever opinion he wants to in regards to my situation, but just because you think that way, doesn't mean that I have to. Anyone ever been in this type of dynamic/situation? I hope not....I really hope not ;0)
I called my mom after work to say hi, like I normally do, and my dad answered the phone. It was obvious that he was drunk, but he is usually upbeat and funny. This time though, he was being pissy. He proceeded to get loud with me on topics ranging from my lack of an engagement/wedding ring, the fact that I don't have and kids yet, the fact that I've been "playing house" for four years, and so on. I couldn't figure out why he was pissed about any of this all of a sudden, but I sure as hell wasn't going to argue about it. Hey, if you want to have a discussion with me, then do so without yelling, and preferrably sober.
My dad and I have a history, so to speak of things such as this, but that was quite a long time ago. He used to have a drinking problem, and would become verbally abusive with me and/or my mom, but we have always been very close...go figure. Just to clarify, this is not meant as a pity party for me, just need to vent a little bit.
Because of those things, it doesn't take much to upset me. I can't take being yelled at...at all, so after him yelling at me for the 10th time when I was going to get married....and I told him that it wasn't up to me, I got an additude. I am 27 years old....not 14 anymore, and I told him that I was not going to keep answering the same damn question, to which he replied, we will talk about it if I want to talk about it. Then.....I hung up on him.
I have never (I don't think) hung up on him, but I couldn't stand it anymore. I was even ok at first, just disgusted. When Tony came into the kitchen, I lost it. I proceeded to bawl because I was upset at the things that he said, and the fact that he didn't respect me.
This brings me to my point (sorry for the long post). I would never speak to anyone like he spoke to me, and normally he would not address anyone else in such a way, so why does he think it's ok to treat me like that....It's not. So now he's moping because he knows that he was in the wrong and I don't think he wants to apologize. He can have whatever opinion he wants to in regards to my situation, but just because you think that way, doesn't mean that I have to. Anyone ever been in this type of dynamic/situation? I hope not....I really hope not ;0)
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Bring on the turkey!!
Well, now that Halloween is done and over with, it's time to think about Thanksgiving. My family's thanksgiving tradition was always very simple....eat dinner with the parents and then the parents of your boyfriend, or whatever. My immediate family is small, just my parents, sister, brother in law, and my boyfriend......not a big deal right? You wouldn't think so. My sis started to want to cook dinner too (my mom is her stepmom, so that might be why) and so now I had to try to swing three dinners.....*groan*. I don't know about anyone else, but that is just too much food for me. I am all about those Thanksgiving goodies, but I prefer to be able to walk at the end of the day.
My extended family on both parent's sides of the family are large, so it is impossible to see everyone. My dad's side though used to always get everyone together for a huge meal, but that was before I was born I guess, cause I sure as hell don't remember that. Three years ago, my cousin Jeff put together a Thanksgiving for the whole family to rekindle the tradition. The dinner was great and everyone enjoyed getting to see people they hadn't seen in years. What I am getting at is this...each year he has tried to come up with a creative idea to get everyone involved with the meal/celebration. This year his bright idea was to make it like an iron chef competition. When I got the letter about time/date/place/theme, I stood there and stared at the damn paper thinking "he's fucking nuts". You don't understand how big the fam. is here people, but anyway, it should prove interesting. My question in all of this rambling is does anyone have any off the wall, funny, or interesting Thanksgiving tradidions?
My extended family on both parent's sides of the family are large, so it is impossible to see everyone. My dad's side though used to always get everyone together for a huge meal, but that was before I was born I guess, cause I sure as hell don't remember that. Three years ago, my cousin Jeff put together a Thanksgiving for the whole family to rekindle the tradition. The dinner was great and everyone enjoyed getting to see people they hadn't seen in years. What I am getting at is this...each year he has tried to come up with a creative idea to get everyone involved with the meal/celebration. This year his bright idea was to make it like an iron chef competition. When I got the letter about time/date/place/theme, I stood there and stared at the damn paper thinking "he's fucking nuts". You don't understand how big the fam. is here people, but anyway, it should prove interesting. My question in all of this rambling is does anyone have any off the wall, funny, or interesting Thanksgiving tradidions?
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
What a rip off
I was so totally excited to hand out candy this year, as I am every year. I don't know, I just love seeing all of the cute kids and costumes. I got ripped off people. I swear, we may have had 20 kids, and that's pathetic! I wanted to cry....I did get to see my niece and nephew which were adorable as usual, but seriously....what the fuck? I bought all that candy and didn't get to get rid of it (on damn, more for me to eat). Each year there are less kids that come around and it bums me out. I think I will stick to going out with the kids next year, cause this is bullshit! So today I am pouting and stuffing my face with leftover candy....hooray!
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