Gobble, gobble
Before I begin my rant, let me wish you a Happy Turkey Day. For my foreign readers, look up the origin here.
Last week was my daughter's play where she was the stage manager. It was excellent, and I was so proud of her (especially when the director passed me during the intermission and whispered as she pointed to my daughter, "She has been so wonderful, as usual").
But here are my rants: If you're going to pull out in front of me as I'm trying to go the theater, do not drive 20 mph down the street and 10 mph through campus. And if you sit next to me, stop fidgeting and cracking your knuckles even if your girlfriend did drag you to the theater. Guess I have to thank you for not texting throughout the production. I wanted to attend the Sunday matinee, but my ex didn't want to be in the same zip code with me so I was forced to go to the Saturday evening production. I'm glad I forced myself to go out at night. If you ever get a chance to go see "The Pillowman," go. Fabulous play!
I am at my sister's for Thanksgiving and it's difficult for 2 reasons. One, this is where I came when I crashed this summer so it's sort of like returning to the insane asylum. I mean, my sister is wonderful, but it's just friggin' weird to be back here. I don't remember much (like where I drove or where she keeps things) so I was obviously on survival mode. Much like my high school years when I realized I couldn't remember anyone at my 10-yr reunion. And the second reason it's difficult is Sailor Boy was in town last Thanksgiving and we spent all Wednesday before T'giving with my sister and daughter, and then when they left us alone, we spent a romantic evening together in front of the fire. It was a lovely day together. I just gotta get through the holidays. And to that... I have a new rule: Your first Christmas after having your heart broken by a sailor, you shouldn't have to sing "I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing In" for a holiday concert! Oh well, I will be fine, but of all the songs to pick.... grrrrrr!
Now you have a wonderful Turkey Day!
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I know just how this turkey feels!!!
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Labels: celebrations, daughters, Sailor Boy, Transition, uncoupling