Thankfully Yours

It's Sunday and Thursday was Thanksgiving, of course. This may not be obvious to you if you live in, say, Mongolia, but here in the U.S. the holiday is popular. The day after Thanksgiving, I was listening to a podcast called Stuff You Should Know and they mentioned that a typical Thanksgiving meal has the equivalent of six Big Macs in calories and fat. Any way you look at that, that's fucking awesome.

So, for Thanksgiving, we went to Katie's grandparent's house. There were the grandparents, their children and spouses, and their children's children and spouses/boyfriends/girlfriends. All in all, it was a huge affair and... well, I really had the best Thanksgiving I could ever remember having. We played a lot of games - board, video, and outdoor ones - and ate really good food. Fun was had by all. Katie's family is really great and I was happy to be welcomed enthusiastically into their world.

I worked Friday about half the day and then drove to my parents house with Katie. Although I don't really get along with them, it was nice to see them. My sister is about to pop with her second illegitimate child, and while the first one started out pretty ugly, she's turning into a real cutie. I ended up buying my niece a unicorn hand puppet, which, after starting out shyly avoiding, warmed up to it and started kissing it a bunch. I went to see the new Bond film with my dad Friday night and Saturday, we ate and played an epic game of Monopoly. Katie kicked everyone's ass. I did, though, pull out a neat deal with my dad on one of his monopolies. I "invested" $1200 in his greens for half the profits the next 4 times someone landed on them. It ended up being a bad investment, though. You play, you learn.

Today, I threw away a lot of my life. A lot of memories had been storing up to create some of the most horrid clutter one could ever imagine. I decided that I didn't need all that junk and ended up disposing of five trash bags worth of crap. It was very cathartic. My life is with Katie now. The past is the past and I'm glad to leave it behind as my new life with the woman of my life takes off.


Man, I'm turning into a wuss. Where's the anger? Where's the angst? Where's the liberal use of curse words when talking about something? I'll have to find something to rage at soon.