Saturday, November 27, 2004
Who, the hell changes Thanksgiving you ask?......My wishy washy sister does.
I wish I stayed an only child. After my mom died, I decided to spend a little more time with the half siblings. Not alot of time, just more than once a year. These people are relatives I never knew until they were grown adults in their 20's and 30's. After a 30 year stretch, I actually call and see my dad a little bit too. My only other close relative is my mom's sister and her kids, who are in an Atlanta suburb. Picture painted? O.K. Well half sister Miranda, 3 weeks ago, invites me for Thanksgiving to her mom's house. O.K. I like her mom, I said yes. The Tuesday around 9 PM, before Thanksgiving, I call up my half brother to say hi and while we're talking, he mentions that Thanksgiving has been changed to Saturday, cause Dad couldn't make it before Saturday. What the fuck! Who changes Thanksgiving? Dad's birthday is Sunday, so why couldn't we just do Thanksgiving and they could just have a modest birthday luncheon and cake for Dad on Saturday or Sunday? And why wasn't I informed? Why are people so wishy washy? "I have plans for Saturday", I told him. "Why wouldn't she keep me in the loop?" (Because she's a dip shit flake) My brother didn't know quite what to say. I told him about my plans and said I wouldn't be able to make it. And to top things off, as of 10:33 AM on Saturday November 25th, Miranda still never bothered to call. Well, I guess I know how beloved, I am in that family. None of them are in my will anyway. LOL
As for me, I had a nice kebab dinner at a great Persian restaurant with my friend's friend, who's new in town and didn't have anywhere to go. He emailed me, asking what restaurants were open on Thanksgiving. After that we found a coffee house that was open and sat there till they closed. I wish I was attracted to this guy but I'm not.
He's nice, but it aint never gonna happen. As for that family, I'm done with them. I may go for a family barbecue/picnic, if I know it's a sure thing. And may go for a visit, if I know for a fact Dad's coming in town, but that's about it. I'm done-done-done. Put a bloody fork in me!
I wish I stayed an only child. After my mom died, I decided to spend a little more time with the half siblings. Not alot of time, just more than once a year. These people are relatives I never knew until they were grown adults in their 20's and 30's. After a 30 year stretch, I actually call and see my dad a little bit too. My only other close relative is my mom's sister and her kids, who are in an Atlanta suburb. Picture painted? O.K. Well half sister Miranda, 3 weeks ago, invites me for Thanksgiving to her mom's house. O.K. I like her mom, I said yes. The Tuesday around 9 PM, before Thanksgiving, I call up my half brother to say hi and while we're talking, he mentions that Thanksgiving has been changed to Saturday, cause Dad couldn't make it before Saturday. What the fuck! Who changes Thanksgiving? Dad's birthday is Sunday, so why couldn't we just do Thanksgiving and they could just have a modest birthday luncheon and cake for Dad on Saturday or Sunday? And why wasn't I informed? Why are people so wishy washy? "I have plans for Saturday", I told him. "Why wouldn't she keep me in the loop?" (Because she's a dip shit flake) My brother didn't know quite what to say. I told him about my plans and said I wouldn't be able to make it. And to top things off, as of 10:33 AM on Saturday November 25th, Miranda still never bothered to call. Well, I guess I know how beloved, I am in that family. None of them are in my will anyway. LOL
As for me, I had a nice kebab dinner at a great Persian restaurant with my friend's friend, who's new in town and didn't have anywhere to go. He emailed me, asking what restaurants were open on Thanksgiving. After that we found a coffee house that was open and sat there till they closed. I wish I was attracted to this guy but I'm not.
He's nice, but it aint never gonna happen. As for that family, I'm done with them. I may go for a family barbecue/picnic, if I know it's a sure thing. And may go for a visit, if I know for a fact Dad's coming in town, but that's about it. I'm done-done-done. Put a bloody fork in me!
