Not a brat.

My mother put the Drama Que in Drama Queen. I come by it honestly. On the phone just now she told me and I said, "Oh. Ok. Fine." We'll go to Joe's dad's house and hang with them and it'll be fine.

Which reminds me. When Sophia mentioned her Drama House thanksgiving, I totally thought she was talking about family at first. Just me?

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I offered to host a couple of weeks ago and she said that she needed the activity of cooking to help distract her from grandma's absence. She declared herself going to her cabin for the entire weekend so she can "deal with this".

I can see not wanting to have the same traditional Thanksgiving this year, but not even wanting to spend the holiday with all of you your first year back there is incredibly selfish, imho.

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Yeah, I don't even know if my dad's going with her.

And Beth - you are right on. If my Grandmother knew what my mother was doing, Grandma'd pop her in the head.

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Now to complain about my life.

Not that there is much to complain about. I went to donate blood again- and this time my hemoglobin was even lower. So I could donate. which is annoying, but not the complaint. The complaint is that I don't know what this means. It is why I feel less than good? do asthma/cold/diabetes effect it? or visa versa. Or am I still high enough to not notice? medical websites are to general. ditto books. It is like books on diabetes - 80 % were so general that they were useless.

I guess I gotta dig more. bah.

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I'm skipping ours. They never notice I'm there anyway. Next time they want to see me, they should make the effort, not me. I'm on strike.(What? I'm a writer.)

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(((Aimee)) I'm sorry this is happening.

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{{Aimee}} Grieving is hard and family members that act like they're the only ones suffering make it worse. I hope you have a good Thanksgiving regardless.

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Dag. Empress. "The Queen ain't no bitch, though. The Queen have moves."

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I thought Willow was still with that bitch.

Snerk

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{{{Aimee}}} Doncha love family! (says the guy who was driven to drink from hanging with his last week).

I have big general memories of thanksgiving- with snapshot memories of specific things that happened

Ha, my general memories of T-day with the family. They were usually at my Aunt's apartment. Smallest household in the family, so of course, have big family gathering there. My Aunt would cook all day (goes with out saying), we'd all eat a ton. Then after dinner, other folk would help with the clean up (fun to watch since the kitchen is postage sized and to see 3 or 4 people "helping".. ya that's entertainment). But the strongest memory is that us weee kids were told "sit on the floor so the adults can have the couch" and lovely Aunt would kick off her shoes and prop up her feet and gulp down loads of wine. And, being on the floor in small living room, the feet were right at head level. Ya. So I have strong memories of stinky Aunt feet. Bless her heart, she was in a hot kitchen all day cooking away for us, so I can't complain. And, since I was a good child (hard to believe now), I didn't say anything then.

No worries Aimee, Em will get some family times with MM side of the family. And revel in the no cooking (as you mentioned upthread). It's all good.

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