So it turns out that my last blog is going to be published in LTSP's student publication, 'The Seminarian' so look for it in print and on-line ;o) It really is a sad day when a goofy representation of a Tetris tournament is worthy of replication with ink and paper. Yes, for all of you Mitch Hedberg fans, I equate my last post with buying a donut.
In other news... Emily and I went to Grandmom's house for dinner last night. It was Emily's first time meeting Dad, Diane, and Grandmom and it went as well as could be expected. Everyone seems to like each other so that's a step in the right direction. Dad called today and told me that he really likes Emily and he could tell that I like her a lot too. It's nice to hear things like that from dad as he can be difficult sometimes... Really, I don't give him enough credit for being a great guy.
One thing that still has me a little steamed is the prospect of Thanksgiving coming around the corner. Our family is certainly enduring some changes as of late and it seems that they are all hitting the fan this year on November 22nd. My father decided all by himself that he wanted to have thanksgiving at his house this year. At the same time my cousin Jen decided that she would also have it at her house. Herein lies the problem. Jen's husband, Lance's, parents are coming to her house for dinner. Diane, my dad's fiance, has her mother and aunt coming to my dad's house for dinner. These two houses are no more than 100 yards apart. Neither of these 2 groups of people will go to the other's house for dinner. I know that they're not doing it on purpose but these people are ruining my favorite food holiday.
Here's how it should go:
Thanksgiving morning I wake up, dad makes breakfast and we slowly drink some mediocre coffee while watching the various parades (note: some years are a little more adventurous and I actually go to see the parade in person). Whenever the mood strikes me I'll get up and shower and then sit immediately right back down on the couch because it's thanksgiving and that's what you do. Eventually the whole family gets together, and I mean the WHOLE family. We sit around and watch football, drink beer and get ready for the feast. Finally it comes time for dinner and we use the holiday as an excuse to eat too much food. top it off with some dessert and some more beer and coffee and the day is complete.
Why is this so hard?
I started writing this yesterday and didn't finish because I was in a bad mood. Too many things annoying me combined with too little sleep made for a grumpy Ian. Today is a better day. Actually, yesterday got better as the day went on. Emily really helped me cheer up, she's pretty great. Kate and Chris came over around 9 and we got pizza. Kate, as much as I say that she's like the little sister I never wanted, is one of the best friends I could ever ask for. I'm pretty sure she would rob a bank with me if I asked her to. I'm pretty sure I would do the same for her :oP
Next blog will be about Sam and Krista's Wedding and it should be more entertaining than this post...
Peace out!
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i feel like i need some more explanation of the logistics of thanksgiving dinner split between two houses. . .
not that hearing about you vegging in front of the tv isn't riveting...
haha!
I think you and I should go to the Philly Thanksgiving Day parade - maybe drag Haley along too. Tim won't come, he hates parades (even unintentional ones like traffic jams that move at the same pace as parades but really aren't anything like parades) but it might be fun to go. Hang in there Brother, call me when you get home.
Ok, so here's what I'm thinking. We train moose to sink-poop on command in the banks bathroom. Then, while they're distracted by the sheer oddity of that, we send in Christoph with his mad juggling skills. Paul can play his chinese stringed instrument (i dont' remember the name of that thing, it would be so much better if I could remember the name), and then Taryn to contra dance circles around the tellers. Emily and Heidi can break into spontaneous yogapilates, to distract/protect the innocent bystanders. Then you and I, disguised as golden pizza deliverers of course, will run in, switch our pizza dough for some real dough, and scurry out the back door. Fred and Violet can drive the getaway, as long as we can keep Fred from trying to buy the bar next door while all of this is going on, and we'll be off scot free! What do ya say? You in?
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