hmmm turkey day.
Got back from Denver today - sniffling and snorting.
That Four Points Denver Sheraton had me baking on check in and then shaking with the chills at midnight. NOT CUTE.
Grabbed my 16 year old hothead and headed back to Oakland. Wouldn’t you know it - her Grandmother was LATE again and I had to drop her off at the house. Never fails - that lady is super lazy. OH well. I kept tellin’ the kid to stop being angry that mistakes happen and make the most out of her week long pass - but quietly I wanted to kick that lazy ass my self.
So Co-Dependent picked me up from the airport and I drove back to the City.
I did however notice the scenes of holiday cheer at the airport. Folks, full intact families hugging, kissing - carrying on. Maternal scenes everywhere - a goddamn hallmark card.
No, this Grinch wasn’t bitter. It’s good to see happy people everywhere getting into the spirit of two days at the end of the year when they’re usually atrocious the rest of the year.
Yikes.
Me bitter?
hell no.
My goal is to buy a pumpkin pie and some whip cream (in a can of course) for my Thanksgiving treat. I adore this more than any of the other stuff. You can keep that dry turkey - though I’ll take that pineapple ham, candied pecan with shallots brussel sprouts and maple sugar butternut squash with plump golden raisins, the garlic mashed potatoes and CRANBERRY SAUCE. Yep….
Hmmm.
Nah- I’ll keep my pumpkin pie thanks.
Looks like the week will be winding up rather quickly. I will be taking that Mom to see her son on Wednesday morning. It’ll be nice to see them visit with eachother. He’s going with his Grandparents (that I took over today) for Thanksgiving Day to see his sister so that’s the plan.
Meanwhile, I’m beat.
I’m having oatmeal for dinner tonight. Too lazy to mess with anything else.
My other friend is needing a ride to the airport tomorrow morning at 4:30am! So I’ve offered to take her since she took me yesterday morning at a modest 10:00am. WTF? Nothing is for free ok? NOTHING.
Meanwhile creepy father of the year wrote me another e-mail:
Remember
You are loved.
Your parents.
WTF?! I called over there tonight in hopes that I wouldn’t catch him and fortunately I got my Mom. Whined about my cold and crankiness so it was a short call. Then I wrote ‘DAD’ back with some mundane chatter about the weather in Denver. ‘love you’ I wrote….
Whatever.
As long as I don’t have a dream about having sex with him - I’m cool. The last dream I had after hearing his voice was of me being killed.
I prefer that one.
Ok, now that the holiday cheer is once again been distilled by yours truly - Ms. Happy Holiday Cheer. I’ll have to wish everyone a Happy Turkey Day or Tofurky Day - whichever you prefer really.
For me it’s PUMPKIn Pie Day.
Fuck the diet.
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November 25th, 2008 at 6:23 pm
Happy Thanksgiving, Annie!! Hope you get your pie. I’ve made about 8 pumpkin pies over the last 2 weeks and they go fast here; I might get a sliver (which is a good thing!!!).
I remember a little film SNL showed at the end of their show years and years ago. They went to an airport and filmed families reuniting for the holiday while playing Simon and Garfunkel’s “Homeward Bound” softly in the background. Still tears me up!!!
As for me, I will be at the Y by 6am to get ready for the race. Later we eat at Boston Market…….different, but that’s our tradition. On the way home I usually find a cheap (they are marked down by then ) fresh turkey and make it for the week-end.
November 25th, 2008 at 10:48 pm
Canadian Thanksgiving is in Oct, but has all the same traditions, although I don’t think there is quite the emphasis on families reuniting. This year I insisted my sons head to my parents home because it was the first Thanksgiving after my grandma’s death, and since my sisters couldn’t make it I wanted to make sure there was some family around. It was great, turkey was amazing, three kinds of pie (although I don’t understand why my dad the cook now thinks after all these years he can now experiment with the stuffing - I can’t seem to get up the nerve to tell him to stick with what works) and my sons were the greatest grandkids - funny, warm, appreciative. Every so often they make me proud. It was a good holiday.