"A definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." - Albert Einstein
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Unlike me, I suspect most of you people who read this blog, and comment, and who also write your own blogs, think of yourselves as normal. LOL!
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So anyway, what do you normal people do for the holidays? What do you talk about with family members who don't have a clue about what the Mass is or what constitutes religious practice, or who could care less what the Pope said at the latest Wednesday audience, or what Vatican II was all about? Do you really watch football and talk about Dancing With the Stars and Oprah and stuff? Do you discuss politics politely? Or do you start fights and make everyone as uncomfortable and even less interested in religion than they were before they got to the house and had to endure the holidays with you again this year?
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Little known fact: I have never liked the holiday we call Thanksgiving. Neither do I like turkey or candied sweet potatoes.
Be jealous. I'm going to Mystic Lake with my family. There may or may not be turkey involved; however, the only way I like sweet potatoes is in chip form.
ReplyDeleteKeep in mind that last year my mom asked if I had to go to Mass. On Christmas.
" I suspect most of you people who read this blog, and comment, and who also write your own blogs, think of yourselves as normal."
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't see myself as normal because I AM the norm by which everyone else is measured!!!!!!!
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The extended family doesn't all live in one place anymore, so we only get together a couple times a year these days. But I can't remember that we ever had a fight or bad feelings on a holiday. We have lost many loved ones (but new ones have arrived on the scene!) The older I get the more of a sense I get that life is short and fleeting. We have photos of one get-together in 1998 where everyone is laughing and doesn't seem to have a care in the world.
ReplyDeleteLittle did we know that would be the last time we would all be with our mom. The next time would be at her funeral. Everyone is carrying a burden of some kind. We need to be gentle with one another.
I have a great big thumping family on each side, as does my wife.
ReplyDeleteWe ALL think the same. Dinner conversations are anathemas hurled at the Obamas and Cardinal Mahoneys of the world.
There is much turkey, pie, and all that nifty stuff.
If you need adopting, just let us know.
I'm under strict orders to not reveal The Family's holiday celebration traditions. I had to sign a waiver and everything when I married my wife (we celebrate with her side since I'm an immigrant to Michigan).
ReplyDeleteWhat happens at Thanksgiving, stays at Thanksgiving.
+JMJ+
ReplyDeleteThanksgiving isn't celebrated where I live. You're welcome to crash at my place . . . if you can get here. =P
(But seriously . . .)
I've been blessed in that at my brother's place since my Mom sold the house, he, a huge sports fan, never has the TV on to watch sports and there never, ever has been any pressure anytime in my life to go out and join friends or go to a movie on Thanksgiving. Once at home, we stay at home.
ReplyDeleteI suspect the "TV" was his wife's decision.
We eat barbecued ribs and thank God that we have no family within 1600 miles of us...
ReplyDeleteP.S. You'd like my yams made with lots of bourbon and pecans. Who needs pie?
I have a lovely dinner with my adoring husband, 3 year old daughter and 6 month old son.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh, peace and tranquility.
(Well, as peaceful as it can be with two crumbstealers.)
Normal? I think very few believe they are normal. It's something most aspire to. As for me, I prefer real people who have hopes, dreams, aspirations and know they are flawed but trying to be better and do better every day of their lives. If you settle for normal you will not make our Lord proud of you.
ReplyDeleteI have no family nearby so will be spending Thanksgiving with friends..
ReplyDeleteEach year I give a turkey to the Rescue Mission...today as I was buying my turkey and groceries I spent enough to get a free gallon of milk..that went to the mission too..
When I was in college far away from folks I knew I helped serve Thanksgiving at the soup kitchen..those were indeed blessed Thanksgivings..warm the hearts and souls..
Sara
Then...aftern I am fat dumb and happy from dinner...I shall continue working on crocheting a Denver Bronces fleece throw for my sis in law for christmas....hope I don't have one too many glasses of wine :)
ReplyDeleteSara
Charlene,
ReplyDeleteI used to try to be normal. Eventually I realized I hadn't a hope of it and gave up. Now people just have to deal with it.
Right, Terry?
Shhhhhh...don't tell anyone, but I'm most assuredly not normal. Jim and I will be, get ready, ALONE!!! We will eat pizza and pumpkin pie for dinner--and watch movies--we LOVE it! No other relatives!!! HA! life, sometimes, is just so goooood.
ReplyDeleteBecause I'm now in charge of the entire production, some of the conversation I can sway in the direction I desire. So here's the deal, no head games, no hatefulness, or rudeness is allowed. If your mean I'll put your tray in the livingroom in front of the TV so that no harm will come to my other guests. No gossip please, and nothing that I have to go to confession for. As the host, I can bring out the worst or the best in my guests. I love them all so much and I try to show it. I tell them how much I enjoyed their company. I dressed like a 50's warper for fun. I expected to have a good time, so I did. We talk about our family history, new babies in the family, our animals, and food.
ReplyDeleteThe people who use to make me miserable are dead. I have vowed that I will never be the angry, hate filled person that nobody will miss.
*It's so nice to see all of my favorite bloggers commenting. I sure miss them.