Well, shit, AuntiePam. We learned our daughter is moving out of state with her boyfriend and I still think we might’ve had a better Thanksgiving than you did.
No, that sucks worse. Do you like this boyfriend? Is this gonna be okay?
Chefguy, hubby’s youngest son started to tell an Obama joke. I shut him up. (He’s always been scared of me, but he’s the only person in the world who is.) Then he said Bush was a “brilliant” president. All I had to do was give him a look and he backpedaled on that too. What can I say? The kid quit school in the 8th grade. It’s almost too easy.
At least they left early. The girlfriend didn’t even say goodbye. Or thanks. I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher and when I went to the living room, she and her three boys were gone.
Mine was pretty good, other than my husband being sick and unable to accompany me to my mom’s house. I got to visit my kitties (Lunabrat has apparently decided to forgive me for giving her away judging by the way she jumped on my chest and started drooling on me), and dinner was delicious. I brought home a big plate for hubby and lots of pie.
I am sick as a dog, a thousand miles away from my family and many of my friends. I was going to go to a friend’s house for TG dinner, but couldn’t because I am sick as a dog.
I am only reading SDMB until it’s time to take more NyQuil. Then I sleep.
Weather turned to crap. Cold slushy snow.
Good time though. We went out to eat. Our waiter Rubin was really nice. We were really nice to him. Nice to the couple sitting next to us. Nice to anyone who walked by our table. Pretty nice time. No stress. Went to see the new James Bond movie after. Still don’t know what it was about. Lots of action though.
I spent today alone (no, don’t feel sorry for me; i’m perfectly happy). My wife is visiting with her family in San Francisco, and because we’re watching the pennies right now i decided not to go. Also, we’ll be up there again in four weeks for Christmas, so i’ll still get a big holiday dinner.
I got up early-ish (8.30), went to the supermarket, came home, and had breakfast. I messed around on the internet for a while, did some tidying up, lay on the couch to read a book, and then had a nap.
At about 4, i went out for a run, and was wafted along by the aroma of cooking turkeys. Every couple of blocks a new wave of roasting smells hit me. It was great. The streets were deserted.
Got home, had a shower, and now have a Tofurkey roast in the oven. I think i’ll re-watch one of my favorite movies while i eat dinner. Maybe Fargo, or perhaps Lone Star.
I had a pretty good time at my friend’s place, but I still felt a little awkward being the only non-related person in the house. Both of my brothers, their wives, and their children all visited my mom and sister several hundred miles from here and I really wish I could have been there as we’re spread all over the US and rarely get to spend time together.
I was going to spend Thanksgiving with my dad and stepmom, but they decided to visit some other family for a visit that was pretty much too short to accommodate my coming from so far away. I found this out only last week, which was far too late to change my plans to either go to my family or to fly out and spend my Thanksgiving with my girlfriend and her family in NY.
So yeah, it could have been much better. If my friend hadn’t been so gracious to invite me over to spend time with his family, I don’t know what I would have done outside of feeling incredibly lonely and let down. I’m thankful for his friendship.
Mine wasn’t so great either, but it’s over so I’ve got that goin’ for me…
My ex drove down from Virginia to see my daughter (first time he’s seen her since spring break). He arrived Tuesday night. She was supposed to stay with him until Saturday, when he was to return to Virginia. He just dropped her off saying keeping up with her energy level is exhausting, he’s tired and going to bed (must be nice!). He decided to leave tomorrow morning.
I spent most of the day by myself, which was pretty depressing, but I did manage to clean my house from top to bottom, give the dog a bath, and organize all my kitchen cabinets!
I… well, actually, everything was delicious and there were three adults, no kids, and we all cooked so it was a festival of cooking.
But… and no-one else agreed with me… my pie crust was not up to scratch, dammit. And I couldn’t bitch about it without them telling me how good it was, which made it just fishing for compliments, which I wasn’t!
But it still beat buying a pie crust which was apparently the original plan. I’m just irritated because I used to be a dab hand at pastry. I need to get back in practice.
I’m sorry about the crazy family thanksgivings people are having. I’m not from round here anyway so it’s kind of an optional but fun holiday for me, and basically all about cooking random American food without a recipe and then trying it out on Americans to see how close I got. 
How was the Tofurkey? I got a thumbs down about it from someone else here, so I didn’t try it. Did you get the whole meal or the roast? If you’ve had turkey before, does it taste like turkey or something else?
I’m in between Thanksgivings. My side of the family was yesterday, and my husband and I are waiting until tomorrow to have our own meal for just the two of us. So today was spent loafing and lounging in peace, which is a good way to spend a Thanksgiving.
Cool. 
A few days before Tday, I am informed that I do not need to cook dinner because we’ll all be going down to my husband’s cousin’s house. Fine by me, since I have some sort of plague and can’t tell if it’s bronchitis or the flu or if I’m just allergic to family holidays as usual. I am then informed yesterday (Wednesday, 4:30PM) that I need to bring 2 pies, 3 cases of beer, 4 cases of soda, and could I get the stuff for some fruit salad? (quantities are not noted). At least I felt some uptick of energy, which is now gone, utterly and totally.
So after tearing ass all around town yesterday in search of ingredients, in the rain, while I have the plague of death, I find out that Tday is going to be held at noon. And it’s 90 miles from my house. I mean, Jesus Tap Dancing Christ, was 2 days notice just too much work?
So after almost passing out over dinner, I get treated to the yearly Thanksgiving debate centering upon my uterus and the contents within and really, when am I going to start pumping out the kids, and you know, taking birth control is the same as an abortion which is the same as murder which is the same as genocide and you should really get baptized, because otherwise you are going straight to aitch-ee-double hockeysticks, Miss QB! Gah.
To make matters worse, there were fucking raisins in the stuffing and I don’t know what mongoloid made the gravy, but they seriously need to go the fuck back to gravy school. You could cut it with a knife.
I am now finally home. I’m starving but I feel like I’m about to hurl, so I’m having some NyQuil and dragging my ass to county in the morning.
At least all my pie was eaten.
Jesus Tap Dancing Christ, these people are fucking Barbarians!
Glad you survived.
Well, I pulled it off. I managed to make a full thanksgiving dinner with a crockpot, stovetop and toaster oven. It might not have been perfect, but we had turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy cranberry sauce, rolls and pie.
One of these days we should replace the damn stove.
If that had been me none of them would have made it out of there alive. Raisins are already disgusting, but fucking raisins reproduce.
I know, right!? Goddamned raisins! What the hell?
Once I get well enough to boogie in the kitchen I’m making proper stuffing and gravy. Those are two of my non-negotiable items.
(All in all, I actually had a mostly good time. The raisins in the stuffing just made the whole thing nigh intolerable.)
Sorry for everyone’s less than stellar holidays. Antinor01, I’m glad your dinner worked out.
I just finished cleaning. Please note that it is currently 12:43 AM EST.
My brother in law said that he believes Barack Obama is the antichrist. My daughter nearly went all explosive, but I’m beyond bothering to address him other than with rolled eyes.
I don’t much like kids anyway (good lord they’re tedious), but my niece and nephew are out of control. Probably because their parents are fucking brain damaged (see above).
Oh, and my cats are freaked the fuck out. Part of the reason I just finished cleaning is that I had to keep prying them off of me after everyone left. And they’re super friendly and sociable cats. The kids scared the crap out of them.
That said, this will still go down in my memory as one of the best holidays ever, because my daughter was awesome. She woke up early to help me clean and start the cooking. She made gingerbread from scratch, because “I want to bring something to Grandma’s.” (her very first time baking, and it was damned good). All day long she was right there, not only helping, but actually volunteering and suggesting ways she could help. “Hey, I’m done with my soup, why don’t I start the potatoes?” She resisted a dozen times the urge to cuss out my brother in law, or the kids. After dessert at my grandmother’s house, she was the first person up clearing the table and without a word, started washing dishes (her single most hated household chore). Today, my daughter was a grownup.
How old is she?
Did she read your post?