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Sunday, November 29, 2009
The post where I put my business out in the street.
*wink*
Hope your Thanksgiving was super-dee-duper. We headed east to the coast, and all I have to say is that any Thanksgiving that doesn’t involve me standing over a stove with people standing behind me going “Are you going to put some pep’a in that?” is a good one.
Because I’m smart (imagine me tapping my temple with a finger here) I avoided the inevitable fracas at my mother’s house. My sister will fill me in on details. All I know is that my family doesn’t ever play nice for holidays/weddings/funerals. People argue. Sometimes there are fights…sometimes cops show up (did I tell you about my grandmother’s funeral???) It’s embarrassing. I don’t like drama in my life unless it’s scripted and two hours long.
Anyhow, apparently I’m some kind of prodigal child for not going to my mother’s for holidays, but who wants to set themselves up for that kind of kerfluffle? Either I’ll show up and have thinly veiled insults tossed at me or stay home and hear through the grapevine that someone (*ahem*) was talking smack about me anyway. Blood may be thicker than water, but guess what? You can still drown in it.
You don’t have to be a psychic to know that if my mother + one of her kids + a peanut gallery (usually my aunt) converge it will equal someone claiming not have done stuff (my mother) and someone else in a state of histrionics.
We’re good kids. Really, we are. I, in particular, am not the kind of chick that flies off the handle at things. I don’t brawl with people, and I’ll hold my tongue a long time before telling someone about themselves. (I think that’s my mission in this life - learning to keep my mouth shut.) But seriously, one of these, my mother is going to do something that’ll make me do something that’ll make my poor, saintly grandmother roll in her grave.
Though it sounds likes our reasons/plights/mama’s are slightly different…since we’re in FL this year, we stayed here and had Thanksgiving with 2 couples in my husbands grad program. I mentioned to him how nice it was to avoid the drama, immaturity and annoying (picture my eyes rolling) individuals in my family. Didn’t have to worry about how much time we spent with whom or stress myself out that I said something to another family member that I did not tell my mother first ::gasp:: she MUST know everything first. I’ve already had several emails about how I need to be teaching my almost one year old to say “grandma I love you”...um yeah, RIGHT. In a way, I was sad that I missed something that I’ve done for 28 of my 30 years (last year was a bit different b/c I was overdue for the baby and afraid to travel out of town, even if it was only 45 minutes). In the end, it was expected that I wouldn’t travel for Thanksgiving and it was the most relaxing, unstressful holiday I’ve had in a long time…and no one got on my nerves. Plus, there was Sangria-my mom never has drinks =(
*I apologize for my novel of a comment.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 12/01 at 11:28 PM
The post where I put my business out in the street.
*wink*
Hope your Thanksgiving was super-dee-duper. We headed east to the coast, and all I have to say is that any Thanksgiving that doesn’t involve me standing over a stove with people standing behind me going “Are you going to put some pep’a in that?” is a good one.
Because I’m smart (imagine me tapping my temple with a finger here) I avoided the inevitable fracas at my mother’s house. My sister will fill me in on details. All I know is that my family doesn’t ever play nice for holidays/weddings/funerals. People argue. Sometimes there are fights…sometimes cops show up (did I tell you about my grandmother’s funeral???) It’s embarrassing. I don’t like drama in my life unless it’s scripted and two hours long.
Anyhow, apparently I’m some kind of prodigal child for not going to my mother’s for holidays, but who wants to set themselves up for that kind of kerfluffle? Either I’ll show up and have thinly veiled insults tossed at me or stay home and hear through the grapevine that someone (*ahem*) was talking smack about me anyway. Blood may be thicker than water, but guess what? You can still drown in it.
You don’t have to be a psychic to know that if my mother + one of her kids + a peanut gallery (usually my aunt) converge it will equal someone claiming not have done stuff (my mother) and someone else in a state of histrionics.
We’re good kids. Really, we are. I, in particular, am not the kind of chick that flies off the handle at things. I don’t brawl with people, and I’ll hold my tongue a long time before telling someone about themselves. (I think that’s my mission in this life - learning to keep my mouth shut.) But seriously, one of these, my mother is going to do something that’ll make me do something that’ll make my poor, saintly grandmother roll in her grave.
Posted by Tiffany on 11/29 at 07:52 PM
_______________________________________________________________Though it sounds likes our reasons/plights/mama’s are slightly different…since we’re in FL this year, we stayed here and had Thanksgiving with 2 couples in my husbands grad program. I mentioned to him how nice it was to avoid the drama, immaturity and annoying (picture my eyes rolling) individuals in my family. Didn’t have to worry about how much time we spent with whom or stress myself out that I said something to another family member that I did not tell my mother first ::gasp:: she MUST know everything first. I’ve already had several emails about how I need to be teaching my almost one year old to say “grandma I love you”...um yeah, RIGHT. In a way, I was sad that I missed something that I’ve done for 28 of my 30 years (last year was a bit different b/c I was overdue for the baby and afraid to travel out of town, even if it was only 45 minutes). In the end, it was expected that I wouldn’t travel for Thanksgiving and it was the most relaxing, unstressful holiday I’ve had in a long time…and no one got on my nerves. Plus, there was Sangria-my mom never has drinks =(
*I apologize for my novel of a comment.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 12/01 at 11:28 PM
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