I wanted to write a post about what a disappointment Thanksgiving was this year.
But it would make me sound so ungrateful and totally out my true fatty self.
Ok, I can't resist a few complaints. My mom burnt the turkey. My brother over fried his turkey. The stuffing was gross. There were too many people there. The dessert (that I didn't have - it was reported to my by the Husband) was freezer burnt.
Yes, I know there are people all over the world (and country) starving. I know. I know. And it makes me feel guilty about not liking Thanksgiving this year.
Its just that I have always been able to hold Thanksgiving in such high esteem. It is the one holiday that I truly love.
Christmas has always been a circle jerk because my parents are divorced and trying to juggle everyone's schedule to get us all together without any major fights is stressful. And I am the oldest so if I didn't do, it wouldn't get done. It really takes away from what that time of the year is all about. Every year we swear we will go away to a tropical island for Christmas. And every year I find myself arguing with some one about their schedule and the importance of everyone getting together.
My birthday is usually a bomb because I have these big expectations and then it usually pans out to nothing. I have wanted a surprise party since I was 5. I am now 32. No surprise. Except when my mom put my dog to sleep on my 30th birthday.
Boo-hoo to me, right?
I don't think I am really an ungrateful person - at least as ungrateful as my above rant makes me seem.
I think I am appreciative and thankful for all the blessings in my life. Down to the (semi) clean under wear I have one (it's 5pm people, are YOUR undies considered clean after wearing them for a day?)
I tithe at church, I donate to adoption funds, and to NDSS.
I know that my money is not my own. That every Thing I have and every One in my life is because I have been blessed with them.
But I just wanted to get that out.
Because I can't really tell my mom her food stinks, right?