You're a Positive One, Mr. Grinch

All of the Not Wanna Go Somewhere’s in the House say Yeeeeeahhhhhhh!

Hello?

Is it just me?

Thanksgiving day is indeed a day to gather with those you want to spend time with. And those that you feel you HAVE to spend time with. And those that you wouldn’t see any other time but the family is hovering over you with nine shades of guilt if you don’t show up. But that’s not me….I heard about it through a friend.

For me, the one thing that must happen, is the viewing of Santa Claus at the end of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. An absolute must. Otherwise, the opportunity is gone for a full year! And no other Santa will do…not the Salvation Army Claus’s, not the one at the mall (who really is a fabulous replica!), nor the one that shows up at various craft fair events. It must be the REAL Santa…the one that I see on the TV after Kanye West sings and Spiderman floats past.

We all have our different ways of spending Thanksgiving and what it means to us. Some people have Ground Hog Thanksgiving and it’s the same year after year and that’s what makes them happy. Some people flit around from year to year taking it as it comes and riding the wind surf.
If you haven’t guessed, Inevitable Regeneration is about the latter. The glittery wind surf. The seat of the pants on fire from all the flying!

I admit that this year I thought it would be cool to hang home with humanling. It’s been such a crazy week of work and overload at my job that I thought staying at home would be awesome. Cook a vegetarian feast, wear pretty dresses to the candlelight table and relax! That was my plan and I was sticking to it!

…twas not to be. I have a problem living with Aftermath. I don’t respond well to any type of guilt and have even been accused of wearing the best Guilt Armor there is. To me, guilt is nothing more than trying to get your own way when reason isn’t working. In order to avoid the massive delay in enjoying the four day weekend, reason won over with me….although it wasn’t reasoning from my mate. It was reasoning with myself that YES, I can create an ultra special vegetarian Thanksgiving with my daughter, just me and her at home, BUT….when honeypie comes home from the relatives house, there isn’t going to be a joyous moment for Quite Some Time. And it will become a encore in future arguments, rearing itself again and again as Proof of my emotional black hole.

So I went! And it went as I thought.

Did I feel incredibly carsick on the way there? You betcha!

Was I told that there would be no animal product in certain foods and then eat it only to find out that there was? Absolutely!

Were there odd moments of noticing that of all the couples there, my mate and I were the only ones not sharing an iota of affection and that I had to hear at least three stories involving ex-girlfriends? Kinda sorta. NOT! The answer is Positively affirmative!

How. Ever.

I did not feel carsick on the way home. The darkness probably helped.

The turkey broth in the stuffing was so minute that it didn’t matter.

My mate eventually came out of the bathroom and reached for my hand (after washing HIS, hopefully!)

Dessert was incredible with apple crumb pie nestled next to a blob of delish vanilla ice cream!

And many many laughs were had. Me included.

And … I won my ESPN Streak for the Cash pick. Dallas lost. By three points.

Holidays ARE compromise AND fun AND stressful at times. But anything can be overcome with good dessert.

I fully recommend Wind surfing and enjoying it.

You know what? I'm Happy.....

Who remembers Droopy Dog? He was right up there on my top 10 list when I was little.

YouTube is amazing. There will be no missing of Droopy Dog. They have a table for two, Droopy and you.

I had a vegetarian, gluten free Thanksgiving at Organic's house. Her husband, she and I huddled around a laptop to enjoy old cartoons. Humanling likes this one in particular.

Here's to a new world. In advance, we have a lot to be thankful for. Yeeeee-ha!!!

It Happened One Night

Or did it?



I saw this movie once and was surprised at how much I liked it. And how hot Clark Gable is in it. I see the big deal now.



I borrowed it from the library this week so I have it on again. There's a man yelling about getting your hot coffee. Gears switching to covet mode.



Tonight is just going to be random. Speeches escape me. Maybe tomorrow I will be so smitten with Gratitude that a post in calligraphy will appear with a Hallmark soundtrack.

It's incredibly odd to watch Clark Gable smoke in bed. I would be paranoid about falling asleep with the cigarette lit. Of course, I've gotten through many drunken nights (in my 20s) with the social cigarette and precariously close to sleep.

Black Friday is coming and I won't be buying my own thoughts for a penny. I oopsed into negative territory somehow, yet again. It's not that infiltrate all these high end stores trying to find the right texture cashmere either. I admit I did do some Christmas shopping last weekend but I thought I'd not spent THAT much. Ah well, live and learn, yet again. And again. And again.

Tomorrow I will be going to Organic's house with Humanling. First of course, we're going to have the parade on here and maybe I'll make some jewelry while that's on. Then we'll head over, do some social time and go for one of those fabulous walks out back, surrounded by plantlife.

Eventually I'll possibly maybe head to my mom's for a little bit to say hi.

I'm not huge on the whole surrond yourself with 90 people on the holidays thing. My favorite holidays are when I simply become the family rebel and let them all know that I'm staying home, thanks for the invite. That used to work better when I worked two jobs. They didn't like it but understood it more. I gave up the 2nd job eons ago (but probably would have kept it if I wasn't married to the jealous Turd at the time).

On another note, we watched A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving last night. Out of nowhere came a second special afterwards - "This is America Charlie Brown". It could be filed under Goth Peanuts. There was a fair amount of darkness in this special. I don't know why they bothered to use any color at all. It had disease, death, hardship. All those things they left out of the Thanksgiving show. Next year they need to show the traumatizing one first so that the happy one that ends with the Over the River song can offset the gloom.

I hope tomorrow is a fabulous day for you all. I'll be in front of the tv until Santa crosses the finish line.

I Don't Get People Like This

To those that I offend and possibly ruin Thanksgiving, I apologize for inflicting something so foul on you. You may choose to not watch. All I have to say is that I am glad I don't eat turkey and have not eaten any in 16 years.



The following bullet points according to Peta:

• Employees stomped on turkeys' heads, punched turkeys, hit them on the head with a can of spray paint and pliers, and struck turkeys' heads against metal scaffolding.
  


• Men shoved feces and feed into turkeys' mouths and held turkeys' heads under water. Another bragged about jamming a broom stick 2 feet down a turkey's throat.
  


• A supervisor said he saw workers kill 450 turkeys with 2-by-4s.
  


• One man said he saw a coworker fatally inject turkey semen and sulfuric acid into turkeys' heads.

I know some people do buy free range organic turkeys and that's a far cry from factory farmed. However, if by chance, anyone is thinking of changing to help the environment in this way by cutting down or cutting out completely their meat consumption, the following video might nudge you over the line.

I do believe everyone has their own path, their own way and I never want to sound preachy. But I just can't stand the propaganda that its Turkey Day. When its Arbor Day we don't cut down a slew of trees in celebration.



Things like this challenge the love in my heart.



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