Thanksgiving Downer

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. Since my folks live in St. Louis, I spent most of the holiday all "Unambomber-style," hiding out in my house. My friend and fake sister Christina did come to visit and I did leave for a few hours to Thanksgiving parties at Sabrina's (an aquaintence) and at my co-worker, Jenn Baldwin's, house. But I'm come from one of those INSANELY close families, where being around other people's families at Thanksgiving makes me want to burst into tears (which I did, like, THREE TIMES, yesterday. One time in the middle of laughing).

So it's nice that people invited me out and encouraged me to go, but I was literally, no frickin' fun all day. All I could think about was how I was missing my mother's cornbread dressing, our Thanksgiving "chicken" (we hate turkey), sweet potato pies, turnip greens, macaroni and cheese and the usual green beans and cranberry sauce. My father fixing his plate before everyone else sits down. My mother being the last person to sit down because she won't stop messing with things. My father uninteligibly mumbling grace at the head of the table (I've heard the same thing for 26 years and I STILL can't tell you what he says.)

I always sit next to my mother, who sits on my Dad's left from the head of the table. My two sisters sit across us on the right. It's been that way since my eldest sister Denise (who writes her cheery comments on my blog as "Big Sis") used to plot against me using our baby sister Deidre as the pawn in her elaborate scheme. No one wanted to sit next to me, so I sat next to Mama. Which was fine, SINCE SHE LIKES ME BEST ANYHOW!

(She really doesn't, but my sister reads this blog and I like to throw that in her face from time to time.)

I told my mom that I really need to learn how to cook her dressing and a chicken. I don't want the cornbread dressing and giblet gravy recepie to die with her. And since I like to cook I figure I should learn. So I'm going to save up my vacation next year and spend a week with her trying to figure it out.

Of course I'm all out of vacation this year, so I'm looking at the world's most depressing holiday season. You can try to cheer me up. I pretty much DARE you to, but I'm still planning on going all Unabomber on everyone. I'm going to sit in my apartment and work on my 12 novels and six screenplays this Christmas. Maybe in all my misery I'll actually finish one of them.

Happy Frickin' Holidays

Your friendly neighborhood unabomber-style grinch writing crazy MASH notes to God,

Danielle