THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 22

(The wireless was down here late last night and I was unable to complete the post I wanted to complete.  I am back dating this one for continuity, but it was posted mid-morning on Friday, so no, you aren't losing your mind, just your waistline).  Now, quit eating the left-overs.  Oh, last night we watched in amused horror as my 20 year old nephew consumed what was about a quarter of a left-over mince meat pie, then about thirty minutes later about the same of pumpkin.  He topped it off with a Diet Coke chaser!

Funny how something happens that causes a person to forever think differently about a day.  November 22, 1963 was one of those days.

A few years earlier, on that same day, the great Mel Ott died.  That same evening so did my grandfather Reidhead.  He had a stroke brought on by thickening blood vessels.  Today we catch the same thing and a person need not even have a stroke.  My grandfather Froehlich had a series of TIA strokes, that, even when he was having them, if the powers that be within the family had been keeping up with medical procedures, well – we could possibly have had him beyond his 96 years – without dementia.

My father is quite thoughtful – it was 50 years ago today that his father died.  

People are thinking about Thanksgiving today.  I’m bitching because I think it is crap holiday designed for men to pig out in front of a bunch of stupid football games and women to exhaust themselves and everyone else trying to prove their worth by cooking until they drop or threaten to kill one another. I have never liked Thanksgiving as a  holiday.  Sorry, I know my patron saint is Scrooge, but still, there must be a better way.  


As a Christian I find the idea of a single day of Thanksgiving rather disingenuous.  We are entreated to Rejoice Always, Pray without Ceasing, and IN EVERYTHING Give Thanks.  We are required to be in a state of thanksgiving and praise constantly – each and every day.  A single “Thanksgiving Day” is rather superficial at best.  Every day, for a Christian, is Thanksgiving Day.  If not, we are missing out on the great things of life – Praise, Thanks, and Prayer.

The way we celebrate Thanksgiving is a crock and a total fake.  It’s not like there isn’t a phone in your pocket 24/7.  Why just call your sibling on Thanksgiving Day?  How stupid, right?  Everyone jams the lines and airways making duty calls.  How Insulting, right?

It’s not like you don’t eat turkey half the time now (I dislike it).  So what’s the big fat hairy deal here?  I’m sorry, this whole “Thanksgiving” thing is just another way to suck the $$$$$$$$$$$ out of everyone.  My father and I figured out that “He” could have taken everyone out for a very nice dinner today and spent half what we are spending for twenty minutes of gastronomical purgatory.  

Oh, and while I am at it, I don’t like little kids.  I know it’s not PC to say something like that but the reason I don’t have kids is because I don’t want them.  I’ll take a teenager any day of the week.  Don’t go parking your snotty little two year old by me and think I am enjoying it.  I’d just as soon have an ingrown toenail removed.   I have one word: chlorohydrate! So I’m a bitch.  Deal with it.

I have an identity.  I don’t need kids, children, or prowess in the kitchen to give me self-worth or be a good “Christian” woman of modesty.  (Barf).  

Why can’t women be like Henry Higgens?

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