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Wednesday, November 13, 2002

Mind you, I don't have a particularly bad relationship with my family.

But thanksgiving is different.
Yes, everyone has to do "the family thing" for thanksgiving, I know. But I've forgotten what "the family thing" is. For the last.... 15, 16 something years, every year we go to WONDERFUL Sun City, Arizona outside of Phoenix. We fly into Sky Harbor. We all get into Dad's rental-of-the-week. We drive the 45 minutes or so into the world's largest "retirement community". We pass The Oxygen Store and the drive-thru church. We get to grandpa's.
And pretty much immediately, he's trying to get Mom to cook for him. That's his primary objective in all of this. The rest of us, we are mostly ignored. He'll *maybe* talk to us once each during the entire 4 or 5 days.
The heat in the last few years has been turned up JUST to that point where it makes any reasonably healthy person drowsy. We literally warn each other to keep moving or we'll pass out. The air is dry, and dusty, and because of that and the stress, I get sick *every year* I'm there. Usually pretty bad too. There isn't anything around for several miles but identical houses and the Circle K, so we end up doing this:
1. Drink all soda in house as fast as possible
2. Go to Circle K to get more. Walk as slowly as possible.
3. Repeat as often as possible.
If we can keep from falling over asleep of course. I tend to run out of things to read pretty quickly, and no one let's me use my laptop for more than a few minutes at a time. And, of course, grandpa spends the entire time watching football and nodding off.
The rest of us just try and survive it. Dad is grandpa's little bitch, mom busies herself cooking for him, and my brother, sister in law, and I get stuck sitting around or hanging up christmas lights that are a fire hazard waiting to happen. I could go on and on, but I won't. There's nothing family about this experience.

I'd way rather be with Chelle's family, cause at least that would be more like years and years ago, so long ago I can hardly remember it, when my family and some of our cousins had thanksgiving together. Kids running around, getting into trouble... a tad more interesting than backstabbing and running to the Circle K cause that's the only thing to do.

I'd rather be anywhere else. I think it's time to call mom and tell her I'm not going. I'm getting far too manic just thinking about going though that crap yet again.

11/13/2002 02:40:00 PM ] [  0 comments  ]
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