Happy Thanksgiving!

Hope everyone had a good one.  I certainly did.  Holidays are usually pretty hectic with a lot of divorced-family-house-hopping, but it was a little more low key this year.  I was able to take off of work Wednesday since I have to be in the office all weekend.  Besides, I had almost no workload this week because we’re putting everything on hold in order to implement the database and workflow.  So I slept in and spent most of yesterday doing jack shit.  Which was awesome and totally necessary after my meltdown a couple of days ago.

Scott’s mom went in for surgery on her sinuses yesterday morning and I came over to her house when they got home from the hospital around 3:00.  She’s recovering well with no real hardcore discomfort.  She’s so cute…a few hours after she came home she was half asleep and doped up on pain pills.  She just looked at me and said “I’m glad you’re here.  I’m so happy to have girls now.”  Scott has one brother so it was just the two boys growing up.  Steve and Mary were married in May then Scott and I married in September.  Both her and Scott’s dad have said that they enjoy watching their families grow.  I love it.

Today we went back over there for awhile and made sure everything was okay, then we popped our heads in at Scott’s dad’s house even though nobody was there yet, and then we went over to my mom’s.  Dinner was spectacular.  I hadn’t eaten a single thing all day in preparation for stuffing my face until I couldn’t move.  Which was easy as hell because my stepdad made the turkey this year and he doesn’t fuck around.  I was finally deemed responsible enough to bring a dish.  I was assigned bread.  I guess they don’t have very high expectations for my culinary skills.

I do feel pretty horrible because we weren’t able to see my dad’s side of the family.  My aunt who was having everyone over lives a half an hour outside of town.  We could have made it.  But since I had been out and about all day and I have to work early tomorrow I wouldn’t have been able to stay long.  I wish that people would quit moving out of the southern part of the city.  Didn’t you ever hear the (completely made up) statistic that 90% of people live within 20 miles of where they grew up?  Look at me…I’m like 10 blocks from the house I lived in for 15 years.  What a loser.

Oh shit, I’m running on reserve battery power.  Guys, I need help.  It seems as if all of my blog posts are lacking any semblance of a conclusion.  It’s like I finish telling an awesomely banal story that has you not at all on the edge of your seat and then I’m sick of writing and I want to go to bed/eat some ice cream/watch my husband play Assassin’s Creed/whatever and just close the laptop.  Isn’t being a good writer kind of important if you want people to read your blog?  How can I be better at conclusions?

1% battery…gotta go!