Well, Thanksgiving 2008 is over. Not sure how I feel at this moment. I feel pretty good that I actually made a turkey..a whole turkey and nothing but the turkey.. LOL. And it was pretty good. I also helped out with some good apple pie, and potatoes, corn, stuffing, and all the thanksgiving fixins’.
It was great that D- was there for me the whole time. Actually, the making of the pie on Wednesday evening was probably the best part of the whole thing. D- is probably not the sharpest tool in the shed (Then again, I have a suspicion, that neither am I), and her grasp of instructions when it comes to cooking leaves much to be desired. We spent a lot of time “faux arguing” about the crust of the pie… and the 3 different trips to Walmart (and one to the other grocery store) will go down as one of the most costly PIES in human existence!
Of course, the fact the more beer we consumed, the worst the directions got. Still, we managed to create said pie (sans flour all over us) in a record four hours. The directions said something like 45… of course, they don’t account for us mental retards…etc etc.
After the pie was baked and cooled, and the Turkey was put into the cold water for thawing…we sat down for a movie or two. It was very late when we headed to bed.
Upon waking the next day (hangover and all) I was still just a little upset that my son had not managed to call or show up as he said he was going to just two days before. He called and left a message on my cell phone saying he was going to be in on Wednesday night and staying until Friday.
I was so excited when I heard it about that, I told many of the people at work that my son was going to participate and stay part of the weekend with me. Low, here it was Thanksgiving morning and I had not heard a peep from said son. In fact, I left him a message at 3pm (just before we ate) and then later (after a power nap) to please contact me. He did call, but left no message… while D- and I were out to the movie.
We went to see “Bolt” at the theater in the Dells. It was a pretty good show. Still, no son. We went to “Kuhunaville” and had expensive cocktails and gossiped about the DJ (as he was one of J-'s “swinging conquests” all those years ago… “SHE slept with THAT?”) We stayed for the “extreme bartending” and then headed home.
Here it is, another day…and yet I have to hear from the boy. I’m sad and pretty angry about it all. I was so looking forward to seeing him after these many months. What exactly did I do? Was I an awful father??? You know, I’ll bet you that somewhere….June G. is laughing her head off….
Family….MY ASS. I’ll stick to being alone.
It was great that D- was there for me the whole time. Actually, the making of the pie on Wednesday evening was probably the best part of the whole thing. D- is probably not the sharpest tool in the shed (Then again, I have a suspicion, that neither am I), and her grasp of instructions when it comes to cooking leaves much to be desired. We spent a lot of time “faux arguing” about the crust of the pie… and the 3 different trips to Walmart (and one to the other grocery store) will go down as one of the most costly PIES in human existence!
Of course, the fact the more beer we consumed, the worst the directions got. Still, we managed to create said pie (sans flour all over us) in a record four hours. The directions said something like 45… of course, they don’t account for us mental retards…etc etc.
After the pie was baked and cooled, and the Turkey was put into the cold water for thawing…we sat down for a movie or two. It was very late when we headed to bed.
Upon waking the next day (hangover and all) I was still just a little upset that my son had not managed to call or show up as he said he was going to just two days before. He called and left a message on my cell phone saying he was going to be in on Wednesday night and staying until Friday.
I was so excited when I heard it about that, I told many of the people at work that my son was going to participate and stay part of the weekend with me. Low, here it was Thanksgiving morning and I had not heard a peep from said son. In fact, I left him a message at 3pm (just before we ate) and then later (after a power nap) to please contact me. He did call, but left no message… while D- and I were out to the movie.
We went to see “Bolt” at the theater in the Dells. It was a pretty good show. Still, no son. We went to “Kuhunaville” and had expensive cocktails and gossiped about the DJ (as he was one of J-'s “swinging conquests” all those years ago… “SHE slept with THAT?”) We stayed for the “extreme bartending” and then headed home.
Here it is, another day…and yet I have to hear from the boy. I’m sad and pretty angry about it all. I was so looking forward to seeing him after these many months. What exactly did I do? Was I an awful father??? You know, I’ll bet you that somewhere….June G. is laughing her head off….
Family….MY ASS. I’ll stick to being alone.
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