The one day that the native american’s and the pilgrims got along. The rest of the time it was the pilgrims in all out destruction mode. SO, I guess I’m thankful the pilgrims didn’t kill any of my ancestors on tomorrow’s day of thanks.
Oh what a glorious day turkey day is and can be. But it can also be a day of sorrow depending on your situation. Tomorrow true meaning is FOOD. Prove me wrong, go the entire day tomorrow and be thankful with out eating. I triple dog dare you, you won’t do it, you may LIE and say you did but I fucking know you ate that delicious turkey, and stuffing ALL DAY LONG! Everyone on a diet, I’m sorry but I will still eat right in front of your face and although I may take a break for a nap in between I will, most certainly, be back for 5th’s. Think I’m lying, obviously you don’t know me, it’s okay I probably wouldn’t let you in enough to know me as well as you’d like anyhow.
Moving on…..Grace.…um, I don’t say it. Why?!?! Well, first of all god did not kill this fucking turkey for me nor did he pay me the money I earned from my job to buy it. Secondly, I don’t believe in god….OMG did I just say that….yes, yes I did. Am I going to be disrespectful whilst grace is being said. Nope, I don’t roll like that, whatever you want to believe in is fine with me as long as you aren’t shoving your religious dick down my throat we are all good. I will remain quiet and respectful as you say your word to your lord and then proceed to eat after the amen (which i do not say) HELL, I don’t even stand up or say the pledge of allegiance, I haven’t since middle school.
Food-wise here are the basics, turkey, grilled, oven baked, deep-fried, whatever give me the dark meat bitches, I LOVE it! White meat is way too dry to me, If I wanted to drink a gallon of soda on Thanksgiving I wouldn’t leave my fucking house, or I’d smoke a shit ton of weed for the dry mouth the white turkey meat will give me. So set aside a fucking drum stick, or two for me, thanks! Also, mashed potatoes are delicious, I could eat a plate of them alone with gravy. And until 12 years ago i never liked casseroles, but let me just say after being with my husband and going to his parents house for this day of thanks i have to say they are FANTASTIC! YUM! there are plenty of foods I could talk about on thanksgiving but I won’t bore you or make you drool the day before thanksgiving, I’m kind like that so, you’re welcome.
Family I love seeing them, I don’t mind driving to them, but it’s tough with kids. Getting them ready the rush in the mornings to get to thanks giving lunch is fucking draining to say the least. When I was younger I had two places to travel during Holidays, my memaw and pop-pop’s and then to my Mom-mom and pop’s. Things are a lot more complicated now….. First of all I have a pretty demanding family, which I’m okay with since I am extremely demanding. Secondly, my immediate family, ie my parents are divorced. Thirdly, I have a family of my own and since both of my parents will be in Maryland this holiday at their parents house (my mom mainly, dad will be in westminster) it’s is impossible for me to drive down there after Thanksgiving lunch and then drive home again to avoid the crazies out on black friday. There in lies my i can’t please everyone delima……I try believe me, I try. But in my old age I determined that 3 kids means some people will have to go without my presence. I know it sucks, but get the fuck over it I’m only one person god damnit! I try to visit those I can when I can and the last time I checked those who I can’t get to right away have automobiles and can visit me, end.
Thanksgiving is also reflection time, a time for nostalgia, and sad as fuck if you let it all get to you. Relatives do not live forever and the holidays are a great reminder of them, and how they use to be and we remember, and we weep, and we move on. At least I can rest assure that when I die I will never truly be forgotten. I’ve pretty much made it my mission to NOT be forgotten. But I do remember my grandmother, and the way she’d try yearly to eat asparagus (it was so fucking gross to me as a child). I would fight her on it, until she gave up when I was 11. And now guess what memaw, I LOVE asparagus! That right there made me a little teary eyed. My grandfather would tell us how lovely we all looked and complement my mom-mom on her cooking and we’d all sit around and think about the “good ole days, these are the time I will remember. These are the happy moments that make the holiday’s for me. My only hope is my children carry with them some of the gems from their times with family during the holiday’s with them as I have been for over 30 years.
Don’t get me started on Black friday, my twin will take care of that subject. Sorry for the randomness of this blog post, but today is just god awful thanks to all the UNTHANKFUL costumers I am dealing with:(
Happy Thanksgiving and good day to you!