thanksgiving anti-social butterfly god. there's nothing like coming home for thanksgiving to make you lose your sanity and realize how much your family hates you. please remind me to not go home for christmas. dammit! you'd think i would have learned by now. 011122 ... Subterranean Visions its been an okay thanksgiving. right now, i am kinda drunk(i found the rum...) and i had a good dinner, had fun with my cool aunt, watched some movies, got on the computer. i get to go out of town tomorrow with my homie ricardo, that will be fun. happy thanksgiving to all of you motherfuckers... (its really hard to type right now...) 011122 ... Subterranean Visions well, my thanksgiving continued an extra day. on friday, i went to richards family for a night and ate some more. and smoked my share of weed. richards sister is cool. and his uncle gave us a joint. 011124 ... anti-social butterfly i want your thanksgiving! why can't i have one nice time when i go home. why does everything have to always turn into disaster? why is my family so fucked up? does anyone have a nice family that doesn't fight that is cool that wants to adopt me for holidays and make me feel loved? please let me know. i really would love a family to love and be loved by. okay, so maybe i am a loser for wanting a family. all i know is i want one. one that smiles. 011125 ... nocturnal don't remember much of it. my sister keeps having to remind me of what happened. nothin like thanksgiving with an alcoholic family. good times. 011125 ... anti-social butterfly k. after reading what i wrote i am embarrassed. i sound so fucking melodramatic and cheesy and shit. all apologies. i am just really struggling with the whole family thing right now. i can't handle fighting cuz it makes me go crazy. anyway, to anyone who actually read this, sorry for the melodrama. 011126 ... ClairE It's okay, anti social butterfly! There's nothing like the holidays to bring out the stress and insecurities in all of us. Mine went well this year! Yessss! 011127 ... jane i was born on thanksgiving there's something nice about going to san_francisco for this holiday she always makes the best food 021010 ... Mahayana "Thanksgiving, in a perhaps romanticized version of the events as told to me by my late grandfather and former tribal historian Elmer Davids, was the result of an invitation to the colonists to join the indian's annual harvest feast to give honor and thanks to the Great Spirit for the gifts of the warm months and to seek the benevolence of the Great Spirit for the forthcoming cold winter months. Sadly, the Mohican (Mahican) language and customs have been in large part lost and forgotten. This is attributable to the contact and influence of the European settlers and missionaries which for our tribe occured much earlier than was the case for tribes west of the Mississippi." 021111 ... the spork in the wake of recent elections and what they bode for this period in history and how the world will remember it later, i think William Burroughs' "Thanksgiving_Prayer" seems all the more appropriate 021111 ... pete happy thanksgiving blatherskites, one and all. although it is officially monday, my family celebrates it together on sunday and then disperses to our homes in different towns and cities on the holiday monday. happy thanksgiving you, blatherskites one and all, enjoy the food and watch for the opp on their ride programs along the highways of ontario! 041010 ... uow aye. happy thanks y'all. 041011 ... no reason and from moi as well 041011 ... god it's when i go see brankam. especially this year. 041011 ... Syrope i think for some reason i will always remember this thanksgiving even though all the holidays of years past all blur together. but standing over the oven, stark naked, holding up a mini tray of stouffer's lasagna to eat from, drinking sparking grape juice from the bottle, & occasionally adjusting the shower cap that's keeping the deep conditioner from trickling into my eyes, i realize this is quite possibly the best thanksgiving i've ever had. now if only you were here... 041125 ... marjorie Heehee. Let's go steal some more land! We'll be like the fucking British Empire. Sweet. 050426 ... devilbunny We Canadians have Thanksgiving in October, but Americans don't have theirs till November. 061110 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Yay! A fellow Canadian. Pah. I am thankful for lots of things. But I don't really like turkey. 061110 ... no reason i swam today, outside. it's 35 degrees celcius (roughly 102 fahrenheit) on thanksgiving. goodness. have a good one, fellow canucks! 071008 ... pete happy thanksgiving back atcha :) 071008 ... backflip whats thanksgiving when you just buy all the stuff for yourself ? it's a bit strange if you ask me, no logic in it. 071008 ... thy at some early teenage-like age, spent bedside in a hospital. thanksgiving dinner from the cafeteria on hospital trays. its one of my most favorite/least favorite thanksgivings ever. it made me thankful. i was so thankful that night to be able to spend that meal with both my mom and my dad. ...there was only one more after that. 121125 ... dafremen For 11 years, I lived with a person who triggered me mercilessly by walking all over her mother and I. This on the heels of an 18 year marriage to more of the same heartless mess. It all culminated in one of the most heinous and cold-blooded acts short of physical violence, that I've ever seen someone commit. My relationship with people hasn't been the same since. Lia had been hospitalized the month before with a bone eating bacteria in her neck. The doctors kept her in the hospital for several weeks, then had her come in daily for outpatient treatments. It was when she thought she was finishing up the visits a month later, that she got an urgent call from the hospital: they'd made a mistake. The antibiotic wasn't effective and they hadn't been checking her progress. In the interim, the bacteria had eaten away 4 of her vertebrae, leaving only a slender amount of bone around her spinal cord. They said that any fall would paralyze or kill her. She was to come into the hospital immediately. She laid there every day. I'd ask the nurses to let me stay, every night. Once in awhile I'd get a change of clothes and a shower. And so it was, in those hopeless days. My soul twin facing paralysis or death. Occasionally going back to a cold box that I had no stake in, for a change of clothes and a shower. Trying to comfort her 13 year old son, when I was having a hard time keeping myself together. Surrounded by a family that was half-poisoned against me, by a daughter hell bent on getting me out of the picture. "Time to start over again", kept racing through my mind. Crushed again. And again and again and again. The cycle of fosterdom continuing on into its 50th year as, coincidentally, I'd surrounded myself with Foster's cans to deal poorly with the grief. (Ale, not lager.) If anyone cares to know when the moment came that once again, I snapped, plugged my ears, shut my eyes and started screaming at the world to get away from me..it was shortly after Thanksgiving Day, 2017. It was the day before Lia's big surgery to try to stabilize her neck. The day before we'd find out her fate. It wass also her birthday, so almost 3 months of stressing out, today we were going to do something to cheer us all up a bit. Her son and I went shopping. We bought Cornish game hens for everyone. Then we bought mini pumpkin pies and ingredients for the rest of the traditional Thanksgiving spread: cranberry sauce, stuffing, potatoes and gravy. If she couldn't have Thanksgiving dinner with us on her birthday, we'd bring it to her instead! And it was, for a while, almost miraculous..how just focusing on the mission and daydreaming about how surprised and happy she would be, kept us two Cancer-Virgo influenced types from dwelling on the sky that seemed to be falling all around us. Part of that was because his sister had been throwing rocks at our heaven since I first got there. She tried to split us up so many ways. I spent a long time trying to patient and understanding. But she and older her sister had taken the "grown ups are too dumb to tell us what to do" attitude toward their mother and most of the adults around them. For the most part, it was just irritating at first. (Especially since I'd been brutalized as a child over even looking at an adult the wrong way.) But it kept escalating. Eventually it was blatant disrespect and disregard backed by manipulation, lies and drama. Lia's ex was brought in. Their grandmother. Their uncle got his impressions through grandma. Lie after lie after lie until the family was divided about who they thought was in the wrong. The truth was revealed on Thanksgiving Day when the middle daughter showed how out-of-control the demonic ball of cold, manipulative rage inside her had gotten. By then I was a wreck. We'd gotten a notice about 27 discrepancies that needed repairing and any spare time I had was filled with fixing them. All the while surrounded by the cold, hostile energy of two daughters who resented my presence there. This, though they themselves hadn't lifted a finger to help their mother's situation..they just smiled a lot if she did what they wanted. Were less smiley when she didn't. Gave her cards and candles on holidays, but let her do their dishes and laundry well into their 20's. It was a dark, dark time. But we weren't thinking about that on Thursday. Nope. We were packaging the stuffing and talking about presentation when we got there. We were packing the silverware and napkins, the whipped cream and the gravy containers. We were finishing up the finishing touches and finding our solace there. That's when his middle sister walked into the room and smugly proclaimed that, "Grandma's on her way. She's taking you to her house." Her eyes stayed on me during the entire soul-crushing announcement. This time she got what she was looking for. This time she got to watch the light leave my eyes and run down into my stomach for digestion. This time my attachment disorder superpower of no fucks given failed me miserably as her brother cried out..just as wounded as I was by the announcement. "It's for your own good." she told him. 15 minutes later, grandma walked in the front door. "Is everything alright? Are you ok? Get your things, you're coming with me." She had no idea what was going on. She was just acting on her grand daughter's orders. She had just lost her husband..she would be there for her grandkids. She was there for her grandkid. Her precious, precious granddaughter with the cold cold conniving lie. Soon enough between them, they dragged him away, crying. And the thing that struck me as oddest, was that she'd always seemed to love her brother. This drive to destroy me had no love, no mercy, no drive but hate. The tears streaming down his face meant NOTHING to her in her quest to destroy me. It was a mighty spell woven by a dumb kid with no concept of karma. It was hate as a bomb. Hate as it's pure explosive self, come to feed on vengeance like a blackhole supernova. And it caved me in. Lia's ok now. Her daughter didn't leave until 2 and a half months ago..age 22. Not sure if the deep furrows in our brows (that weren't there before) will ever leave. Still, we're trying to climb up out of the hole in our happiness that she left behind. And I'm thankful for that. Thankful that we're still together, and that she finally sees how terribly I was treated. But mostly thankful that it's over. So thankful for that. 230421 ... ^^ Correction: She didn't leave until she was 25, according to her brother. 230422 what's it to you? who go blather from