I feel slightly sick
The highlight of Thanksgiving was getting to lick chocolate icing out of a bowl. It was disgusting. I had it all over my fingers. If chocolate is sin, I'm definitely going to hell.
Anyways, my day has consisted of nothing but eating, drinking coffee, sleeping, and reading. I helped cook and clean, but avoided going to both a dove shoot and the movie theater. I've been answering questions about college all day, and am slightly sick of people patting my head and pinching my cheeks. But whatever. I love my mom's side of the family, which is good, because that's the only side I ever see, and I really love the fields and woods and being in the middle of nowhere. In a simpler world, I would be perfectly content to spend my life farming.
Thanksgiving is always pleasent unless my family gets started on politics and/or terrorists. My parents are what's called liberal, and the rest of my family is the polar opposite. They voted for George W in both elections, want to nuke everything between Morocco and India, and everytime I vist, they ask me if I've accepted the good lord Jesus H. Christ as my personal savior. My parents, on the other hand, voted for Nader in 2000 and took me to the Unitarian Universalist Church until they decided that making pancakes on Sunday was much more spiritual than singing hymns. Luckily, disaster was avioded. Two of my cousins (adorable 4-year old twins) are here, and they've distracted everyone.
So it's good. But I do have one suggestion.
I think there should be a holiday like Thanksgiving, except for complaints. My feeling is this: There's a whole day on which I'm supposed to feel nothing but thankful, so I do, and as a result, I have no thankfullness left for the entire year. If there were one day on which I could complain for 24 hours, then maybe I wouldn't bitch constantly the rest of the year.
Anyways, my day has consisted of nothing but eating, drinking coffee, sleeping, and reading. I helped cook and clean, but avoided going to both a dove shoot and the movie theater. I've been answering questions about college all day, and am slightly sick of people patting my head and pinching my cheeks. But whatever. I love my mom's side of the family, which is good, because that's the only side I ever see, and I really love the fields and woods and being in the middle of nowhere. In a simpler world, I would be perfectly content to spend my life farming.
Thanksgiving is always pleasent unless my family gets started on politics and/or terrorists. My parents are what's called liberal, and the rest of my family is the polar opposite. They voted for George W in both elections, want to nuke everything between Morocco and India, and everytime I vist, they ask me if I've accepted the good lord Jesus H. Christ as my personal savior. My parents, on the other hand, voted for Nader in 2000 and took me to the Unitarian Universalist Church until they decided that making pancakes on Sunday was much more spiritual than singing hymns. Luckily, disaster was avioded. Two of my cousins (adorable 4-year old twins) are here, and they've distracted everyone.
So it's good. But I do have one suggestion.
I think there should be a holiday like Thanksgiving, except for complaints. My feeling is this: There's a whole day on which I'm supposed to feel nothing but thankful, so I do, and as a result, I have no thankfullness left for the entire year. If there were one day on which I could complain for 24 hours, then maybe I wouldn't bitch constantly the rest of the year.