Human Problems

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I had a pretty shitty weekend to be frank. Yes, it's Thanksgiving and we are supposed to reflect on all the lovely things that have happened to us this weekend. OK. So I'll start with that. Here's my list of thanks:

1. deciding to go back to school.
2. deciding that school is in fact, the shit.
3. realizing that being 28 and being back in school is actually a good thing and thank gawd I'm not 18 anymore.
4. finding a job easily that sort of fits in with school.
5. my awesome friends and family.
6. my sister lending me a cat for awhile.
7. Canada.
8. that friends made abroad don't have to end when you stop being abroad.
9. soy products.
10. my mentor group that keeps me on track.
11. chocolate.

Well, you get the picture.

But let me describe my shitty weekend.

It all started by heading north to my mom's house for Thanksgiving. My sister abandoned me for her "has to work all weekend" boyfriend and leaves me all alone. All alone in a house of 14. Fourteen people I want to smack that is. Honestly, "kiss my butt" is not intelligent dinner conversation for 50 year olds. Neither is sex innuendo's when offspring are around. Granted the offspring are in their 20's and 30's but still.... EW.

So, the mom of this clan is a little rude. You know the type. The ones who start conversations with "I don't mean to be rude but..." and then say the most horrible shit. Or just start with the shit and end it with "I'm just kidding" five minutes later. Old people just figure they can get away with their lack of manners, when in fact they have never had manners and are now just blaming it on their age. This lady told my mom she looks 60 (she's 48 and does not look past her age) and then proceeds with the just kidding. Is it rude to smack an old lady??? Even if she is in her 80's?

Said lady then proceeded to get drunk. Or maybe she was drunk already. All I have to say about the whole thing is... 20 disgracefully drunk, kinda funny, 80 and disgracefully drunk, pretty pathetic. 80 and puking in the bathroom. That just puts a topper on the Thanksgiving.

Did I mention that the power went out?

The next day, after trying to sleep off my memories of the night, my mom brought me home. The cat was whining at the door. At first I thought she was hungry. But maybe she was whining about the huge puddle of water on my kitchen floor. The power had knocked out my fridge and the power bar had failed to kick in when the power resumed. Thus, flood. What a mess.

But I suppose it could all be worse. When I was walking home from a friend's house today I saw two raccoons. One raccoon in one tree just looked at me with its beady eyes. The other raccoon high-tailed it up the tree. Or maybe the term should be highed up the tree because this raccoon had no tail. No tail. Just a stump.

And I thought I had problems. At least all my limbs are in tact.

S.