Thanksgiving

You know I love Thanksgiving, more so then any other holiday. Love, love and love it some more but... I love this holiday so much so that I am willing to be around people who I love but do not actually like. People who I have had a previous falling out with, maybe even more then one and I am still willing to spend time with these people only because it is Thanksgiving. It is suppose to be a time for family, love and all that mushy stuff right?

I go out of my to help with dinner, something NONE of my other siblings are willing to do. Then I help clean my mother's home to get it ready for the family.

Then my older brother shows up. My older brother who I have always know to be an incredible asshole, and who I have unclaimed as my brother. But it is Thanksgiving... This asshole spends the day making comments under his breath or to anyone in ear shot mostly about me. Then the asshole is asking for a favor by the end of the night that would require me to sign a bunch of papers telling the government that yes I am willing to take care of him while he recovers from the surgery he is soon going to have. Really? But I was civil. I did not go back at him even though he clearly stepped over the line within the first 10 minutes of arriving. I had to keep my husband off the man. My husband who has the temper of the devil himself should not be tempted. My sister Julie, who is having many health problems should not be tempted. Boy was this holiday a close one.

I truly missed the good old days when he came, he said some stupid shit and then packed a couple of plates for him and whatever chick he was with. (His latest one, who he decided to also pick on is married and taking care of her husband all the while she cheats on him with my brother.) Then leaving. Those definitely were the days when we would watch football, play scrabble, eat throughout the day and talk about old times. I am really contemplating whether or not I will be celebrating Thanksgiving anymore.

Hell, who am I kidding. Did I not say I LOVE Thanksgiving. I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving and that you are still thankful for many, many things. I know I am!!

Tell us your story, what happened around your holiday table this year?

My father has Parkinsons, and is being kicked out of his apartments (they lost their certification - not his fault). We kids thus had to discuss with him options. I then had to deal with him (he is as stubborn as the rest of us, plus he has Parkinsons). I am right now using his internet making sure the man is eating while dealing with him some more.

His older brother is filled with cancer. Why he is not dead, we are not certain, although all were glad to have him still alive.

Thus, it was a rough Thanksgiving, but I figure it will go down as a memorable one.

Oh, just remember that we have one more Thanksgiving. This is the final Christmas (world ends on the 21st of next year), so make it good.