Monday, November 14, 2005
I don’t know. This year has got me down. Didn’t last year too? I think so. I’ll have to check the archives… As always during Holiday, I hate my job. That’s not new. I have been very excited this time about Thanksgiving. I had the meal all planned out, including the turkey. I had dug out the recipe when Richard asked the question. Who are we planning all this food for? Umm. Yeah.
No one. My family is thousands of miles away for the first time in my life. My precious few friends are hundreds of miles away. As for my new friends, well… I’ve not really made any. Well, I have. Just not in actual person, or local. So I guess I need to downsize my plans. I’m like Martha in jail with a half-assed holiday.
But my chapstick smells like chocolate. Yay.
Don’t be blue—have a holiday that makes YOU happy. Cook a huge turkey with all the trimmings if you wanna - then give the rest away! Homeless people. Neighbors. Mail some stuffing home to the family. Whatever works.
Posted by Scudder on 11/14 at 10:50 AMWell, Yah!!! for the Chocolate Chapstick!
I feel you brother! Being a new Home Owner as of the first of November, I’ve told people I scaling back the holidays this year. I’m sure I’ll really be sad to miss all of that Holiday shopping, cooking, and strapping on my “Bree Holiday Drag Attitude” this year. Of course on the good side, the Saturday after Turkey Day is the “Jungle Chicken/Tuna Christmas House warming party”.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 11/14 at 02:30 PMi am doing a huge meal fortwo friends and myself, but it’s still fun. i get a free turkey from work every year so i have to do something with it. besides, i love the leftovers, i think they are better than the actual meal!
the burning qyestion on my mind though is where did you get chocolate chapstick???
p.s. if you mail me some stuffing, i won’t have to make any
Posted by antisocialite on 11/14 at 05:51 PMI know exactly what you mean. When you move you have to rethink your holiday traditions. It is a lot harder to be the new kid on the block trying to open some doors than it is being the old kid who does the welcoming. Hang in there and cook what you want. There is always the freezer…
Posted by Punctilious on 11/15 at 09:20 AM
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