My family is far away. I’ve enjoyed the past couple years having the food without the family hassles, so that alone is not the problem. I attended the orphan Thanksgiving at school. Almost all the Americans are home, so I was eating with the foreign students, some of whom I’m acquainted with. I thought it would be fine because we would all go out afterward, but it turns out the meal started at 2:00. Who eats dinner at 2:00? At the end, everyone decided to take a nap and study. So, it’s 6:00; I’m home alone; I’m hungry; I have no leftovers in the fridge; and most of the restaurants are closed.
In my family we almost always eat Thanksgiving dinner around 2 PM. I don’t know why, and it’s odd because we normally eat non-holiday dinner around 5-7 PM. Sucks about your Thanksgiving. Hope your Christmas is better.
I got to listen to my bigoted cousin bitch about the how the recent influx of Somalian immigrants is ruining the local economy. Joy. Next year I think I’m staying home.
B and I get to hide our engagement from her father’s family and her mother’s family. She’s currently wearing a shirt with a very high (think higher than a turtleneck) neck and the ring on a gold chain around her neck so she can still wear it but it isn’t on her finger.
Family is far away, friends went to visit their relatives, and there is no Thanksgiving event on campus.
Having no desire to cook I just listened to music, played some computer games, read some books (finished Return of the King, yay!), and napped the rest of the afternoon away.
Still no food and no desire to cook, but no hunger either.
I had a good Thanksgiving, except my dad bought this AWFUL gravy mix. It was nothing but salt-I mean, think about just pouring salt into a bowl and adding water-that was it. Now my ears are all full of fluid and I’m so full and sleepy.
Eh. A mixed holiday. I’m with my sister, grandmother, dad and his new girlfriend and her daughter, and a best friend of mine. Which is all nice. A little, um, different though, and slightly non-relaxing. Also, I’ve been a bit of an emotional wreck lately from some other personal things going on, so it’s been hard for me to be fully into the holiday.
I’m sorry to read that all you guys are having less than stellar Thanksgiving experiences.
If it’s any consolation, I’m spending my Thanksgiving (and the accompanying long weekend) in a lab. I get to be alone in a freezing cold, ugly building, trying to produce three good anatomical drawings of different beetle parts. My dinner tonight was a marinated tofu sandwich with alfalfa sprouts and mushrooms, eaten hastily so I could get back to work. No turkey, no cranberry sauce, no nothin’. The closest I got to the usual Thanksgiving ritual were two phone calls to relatives.
Joy of joys.
But, if I keep on soldiering along, maybe I’ll pass this @#!$ing independant study. Hopefully, in a year, I’ll get my master’s, and then the fact that I had no Thanksgiving won’t matter to me so much.
I spent all day cleaning house and cooking-- turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, homemade stuffing ( no stove top for us) scalloped corn, and sweet potatoes.
My mom and dad are getting a divorce-- they both wanted to come to spend the day with my kids. Big mistake – my brother left before we even ate. My dad bitched about the food, apparently it wasn’t good enough for him. My mom tried to smooth things over by offering to fix him something else. I told her not to, if he didn’t want to eat what I made, he could just do with out. He left right after the kids got done eating. My sister and I don’t get along very well normally-- yesterday was not an exception. She and her loser boyfriend ate and then asked if they could take rest of the ham home-- normally I don’t have a problem sending left overs home, but she asked for the WHOLE leftover ham. I told her I would send home some in a container for her. She started whining how broke she was and that she didn’t have money for groceries this week because she was going shopping to buy loser bf’s Christmas gifts. I told her that if she was going to sacrifice grocery money for presents that I don’t feel sorry for her. She got very mad at me and left shortly after. My mom actually stayed for pie. ( Which my brother brought up and left for us.) She started to lecture me on how I should try to get along with my dad, blah, blah, blah, and my sister blah blah blah. To which I replied if they acted like grown-ups it would be easier to do. Then she left. I had guests here for maybe 2 hours.
I can’t wait for someone to suggest Christmas dinner. I think I will pass.
My birthday is cursed. I won’t go into the history of it, but imagine me in tears at the end of EVERY birthday since age 18. Yesterday was no different. After waiting literally years for an external CD burner, after my parents spent a whole lotta money on this, the version of Toast they included wouldn’t install, despite the fact that ALL the literature included with it (including the CD itself) said it would work for my OS, but the error message keeps saying that it needs the next version. So I have a useless CD burner. Then we had to watch Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. With Donnie Osmond. My sister brought it because I did the show in high school, and apparently listening to it 400 times then wasn’t enough. And then best part: migrane. At my family’s house. Who are lovely people, but NEVER quiet. If I could have convinced them to split my head in half, I would have. Finally, after tearfully pleading with them to let me drive myself home so I could have some quiet, they ushered me into my little sister’s room, and I sat out the pain for about three hours. Then I spent today trying to download the OS update so I could use the CD burner, to have it fail in the THIRD hour. And then I drove home in a blizzard.
I never got to go out with my friends for my birthday because we were supposed to do that last night, when I was holding ice packs to my head and crying in pain. Oh, and I never got to have any of my birthday cake, because I was nausious last night. So my family ate half of the cake.
